When The Smoke Is In Your Eyes (l.s.)

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"So you've sucked his dick?" Stan asked, swinging his legs up onto Louis' lap with a cheeky smirk.

"No comment." He replied, fighting a blush.

"So you have?"

"Maybe, maybe not. What does it matter to you anyway?"

"Just curious, I hate watching my baby Louis grow up."

"I'm older than you, idiot." He told him, pushing the boys legs off him as the bell for registration rang.

"I'm taller." Stan grinned, smacking a kiss to the boys cheek and slinging an arm round his shoulder.

Louis rolled his eyes and laughed, shoving the boy off him and pushing away his hands when he tried to grab Louis again.

Later on that day, while they were sat against the wall near the stairwell, Louis was trying to get hold of Harry but he had no response. He just kept telling himself that he was still asleep or had rushed off to a class that he was late for and thats why he hadn't replied to any of Louis' messages that day.

The conversation around him died down quickly, making such a difference that it caused Louis to look up from his phone just to see why everyone had stopped talking. All of their heads were turned and Louis followed their eyes to where Jamie and Max were approaching, having the audacity to hold hands as they did so. When Jamie noticed Louis had looked he let go of Max's hand and moved away from a little.

"What the hell do they want?" Jess hissed, glaring directly at them, not even trying to be nice about them.

"They'll go away if you ignore them." Olly reasoned, looking away from them.

Louis knew that wasn't going to happen, they weren't going to go until they'd done what they wanted.

"Louis darling, how are you?" Max spoke, sitting down on the floor and resting his head on Louis' shoulder.

He didn't reply, shaking his shoulder so Max would move his head and glaring at the boy as if to tell him to get on with whatever he wanted.

"Oooh icy," He lent forward, looking into Louis' lap at his phone, "no response from that beloved boyfriend of yours? How sad."

"What do you want?" Louis asked coldly, the mere presence of them making his skin crawl and his heart hurt at the memory of finding them in the bathroom.

As much as he said he was, he wasn't fully over the pain that those two had caused him.

"Care to do the honours babe?" Max waved his hand at Jamie, who pulled his phone out of his pocket and began tapping away at the screen.

Jamie offered him a small smile that Louis completely shut down as he took the phone and looked at the screen, Jess and Stan crowding in next to him to see what was on it.

He saw a text conversation between someone and another person he assumed was Harry.

How long are you keeping this up for? the unknown person had written.

until i can get him to tell me he loves me was Harrys reply and Louis hoped and prayed that this wasn't what he thought of was because his heart was barely functioning properly at the thought of it.

You know when we started this it was just a bet, you've won it, don't need to string the kid along.

and what's made you mr nice guy? you got your brother to date him and break his heart just so you'd have a better chance of winning the bet. and it still didn't work, came running back to me of course