Scared (L.S)

twelve

There's some minor-almost smut in here so if that makes you uncomfortable or something, don't read between the asterisks (***), it's towards the end of the chapter

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It was early November and Harry was sitting in his final class of the day, chemistry, when he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He waited until the teacher finished explaining the slide she was on before slowly pulling his phone out, resting it on his lap, under the desk, as he put his password in.

Louis: Practice got cancelled , I'll drive you home ?

Harry smiled and texted back,

Harry: alright, thanks lou

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Harry stood by Louis' car waiting for the older boy to come. He knew that Louis had class on the complete other side of the school last period and usually stopped by his locker to leave his books there so he wasn't expecting it when less than a minute after arriving there himself, Louis showed up at the driver's side door.

"H," He greeted, unlocking the door so they could both get in. At this point in their relationship, Louis had given his friends the story that their mothers were friends and wanted Louis to drive Harry to and from school, which everyone had accepted to be reasonable. However, they still limited their interaction in the vicinity of the school, trying to be as risk-averse as possible.

The two boys got in the car and buckled in before Louis began to drive, Harry fiddling with the stereo, trying to choose a song to listen to. However, when he settled on a song and looked up, Harry couldn't help but notice that Louis was driving in the complete opposite direction of their houses.

"Uhh, Louis, where're you going?"

Louis looked over at him for a moment with the biggest grin on his face that Harry had ever seen. One of those smiles where his eyes crinkled completely and Harry couldn't keep himself from grinning right back.

"We, my dear Harry, are going on an adventure," He said as he looked back at the road, removing one hand from the wheel to take Harry's hand in his.

"Louuu," Harry whined a bit, "I've got homework."

"Hazzz," Louis teased his boyfriend, "Let loose, H, have some fun for once."

Harry whined again but slumped back against the seat, pouting until he felt Louis squeeze his hand and he couldn't help but squeeze back.

They drove for about 45 minutes before Louis was turning into a roadside ice cream shop.

"We drove 45 minutes for ice cream?" Harry asked as they got out of the car.

"It'll be worth it," Louis responded back.

And it was. Although the ice cream was just mediocre - Harry got mint chocolate chip that was a slightly frightening shade of green and Louis got rocky road, which Harry thought was very Louis of him - Harry felt almost as though they were on a date.

Which, he supposed, they were. And it's not like they hadn't gone out before, they had. They were constantly going through drive-thrus and camping out in Louis' car where they would eat and Louis would get high and then they would make out. But to Harry, those never felt like dates.

This time, Louis opened the door for Harry and held his hand as they chose flavours. Louis smiled at Harry and, when Harry got ice cream on his chin, Louis even leaned over the table and licked it off his face. Although neither of them had smoked any weed that day, as Louis normally did on their 'dates', Harry felt like he was floating.