Prompt:
The one where Louis and Harry used to be friends in freshman year and they meet again at a party and shit hits the fan.
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Parties are where the average outgoing nineteen-year-old gets drunk, flirts with girls, and simply has fun, right? That must be why I've been sat on the stairs with a half-full can of Pepsi watching idiots drunkenly stumble through the crowd of partygoers for the past two hours, because let's face it- I'm not an average outgoing nineteen-year-old. I'm just some random, curly kid whose had his eyes plastered to the head footballer all night, and no matter what happened in the past, he'll never have mutual feelings.
But damn, he looks good in a Leeds Festival tank top, skinny jeans, Vans, and his recently dyed velvet hair in the quiff he does when he's trying to impress someone.
What am I even saying, he's Louis fucking Tomlinson, student council president, most popular guy in the school, the chances of him even noticing I exist are worse than Kendall Jenner's tan line. Not to mention I'm Harry weird kid Styles, captain of failing Calculus and accidentally sleeping until noon on school days- I have no chance. Or at least not anymore, to be fair.
I guess it all fell apart in the eighth grade, we were both confused fourteen-year-olds and we didn't exactly know what we were doing that night. Due to the fact that the only films Louis had at his house were six seasons of Peppa Pig and terrible 90's movies, we were stuck watching The Notebook after much quarrel that it was a "girly film" and I'd have to be gay to watch a chick flick like that. I simply rolled my eyes and replied matter-of-factly, "So what if I am, I can watch whatever the hell I want."
I abruptly snatched the film from his careful hands and sank in front of the DVD player, ignoring his scoff.
"So you're saying you are?" Louis said in an amused tone.
I hid my face from him, knowing it wouldn't be an easy one to get out of. Trying to hold to my point, I shrugged and took extra time setting the disc in the player. "What's it matter if I am or not, it's just a film..."
"Film for girls," Louis teased. "You're not denying anything either, so don't get all-"
"Drop it, Lou, I- I like girls, I just want to watch the movie." I mumbled and turned the television on, walking back to sit on the sofa. Louis followed closely and took a seat directly beside me, sitting cross-legged so his arm was against mine and his knee was over my thigh. I moved to the left a bit, away from him.
"Awe Hazza," Louis pouted his lip and moved closer than before- if at all possible- his hand falling to my inner thigh. Screaming on the inside, I made every effort to glue my eyes to the television, trying at all costs to ignore the path Louis was taking to a far more dangerous area. "You too straight to sit next to your bestie?" He smirked.
I ignored him completely, however my downstairs brain refused to comply with my upstairs brain. I tried to subtly brush Louis's hand away, which led to bumping Louis's hand into said even more uncomfortable area. I froze in all my thoughts and saw his head turn to look at me. Expecting some well-timed joke teasing me about our previous conversation, I was extremely surprised when all he did was move away and clear his throat. We sat in silence for about two minutes, pretending to watch the film, until he stood up and announced that he was tired and was going to sleep.
The next morning, we both pretended nothing had happened. But he started becoming more distant from then, he stopped joking with me as much, he didn't sit as close as he used to. It only took about a month for him to start talking to other people more until we became so distant that we were practically strangers.
