they went back home, and the next morning Louis woke up alone.
except he was fine. he was completely and utterly fine.
He moved around his room in a slight daze, and his eyes kept flickering to the window that was slightly open. He knew no one was going to come in, but he still hoped.
It was Friday morning and he had plans to meet up with Zayn, but he'd drop those in a moment if it meant time with Harry. Except, Harry hadn't left a note. Not one word.
So, Louis moved slowly around his room as he got ready for class. But, he dashed out the door so as to avoid Liam's glare and questions about the car.
He was dressed in sweats and old clothes, he walked the familiar route and found himself sliding into his spot in his first classroom. The day passed in a blur, Louis could see himself doing things but they didn't really register.
He was a walking zombie, fighting off tears and the urge to just go home and sleep. To escape. But, he remembered he had to hang out with Zayn, and the only thing he wanted to do was cancel.
To his relief Liam wasn't there when he got back home, he slipped out of his clothes and took a long hot shower. When he came out, his eyes flickered once more to the window. He ran a towel through his hair, and changed into pajamas, he still had a few hours until Zayn showed up. He decided he wasn't going to put much effort into looking nice, he didn't care if Zayn liked him or not.
Now, that he's had Harry he doesn't want anyone else. He couldn't care less about Zayn, and it scares him what he's capable of if it meant time with Harry.
His phone lit up, it was Zayn.
"Hey, I'm outside, you ready?"
Louis groaned, he really wanted to just take a nap, but he got up. Quickly changing into jeans, and a tshirt he ran around picking up his socks and shoes. He was halfway out when he realized his hair was a mess, but he only shrugged as he half waved to Zayn.
Zayn eyed him, "you're gonna wear that?"
"Yes? Problem?" Louis exclaimed icily.
Zayn shrugged, "whatever, it all comes off at the end of the night anyway,"
Louis rolled his eyes, "we'll see, where are we going?" He asked as he got into Zayn's car. He fixed his hair in the rear mirror.
"Oh just- WHAT THE FUCK?" Zayn yelled as he slammed on the breaks. Louis glanced in the rear view and his eyes widened as he noticed a familair car right behind Zayn's. But, his heart leaped as a familiar head of curly hair was visible in the drivers seat. It began to beat in a crazy rhythm when Harry stepped out of the car.
Zayn got out, and Louis quickly followed suit. Zayn's face immediately turned into disbelief when he saw it was Harry.
"What the actual fuck?" Zayn demanded angrily.
Harry only looked at him, and then his eyes flickered to Louis. Louis offered a timid smile which Harry didn't return. Louis' smile disappeared.
"I was going to ask if you wanted to hang out, but I see that you're busy," Harry said, his voice and tone emotionless.
"N-nO, I'm not," Louis instantly said.
Zayn's eyes flickered between the two of them, at Louis' words they widened incredulously. "Aren't you that same guy who barged in on us a bit ago?" Zayn demanded.
Harry shrugged carelessly, "so what?"
Zayn rolled his eyes, "look, I'm looking for a nice fuck, if you want him, by all means take him," Zayn muttered, "I'm not going to deal with this shit," Louis didn't try to let the words affect him, he just made his way over to Harry. "Can you at least move your crap car?" Zayn asked.
Harry did so, and Zayn was about to leave, but before he did he turned to Louis, "call me when this falls apart yeah? Because it will you know," and he left without another word.
Louis turned to Harry to see that Harry was already looking at him. "Were you really about to go f-ck Zayn?" Harry inquired.
"No! Just to hang out, we haven't done anything," Louis insisted, and he tried to grab Harry's hand but Harry yanked it away.
"This isn't how this is going to work Louis, you don't get to have me when you want me, it's the other way around," Harry stated, his green eyes steadied on Louis' wide ocean hues.
"I know, don't you see Harry? I can see the end, and this has already only just begun," Louis whispered and he reached forward and curled his hands around the edge of Harry's shirt. "And I don't care," Louis grabbed Harry's hands and placed them on his waist, "I see you and I don't care," and Louis reached up and kissed Harry softly on the mouth. Harry made a little noise that caused Louis to smile and lean up once more. "Come inside, no ones home," Louis smiled into the kiss.
Harry pulled back, and his eyes were significantly darker, the grip he had on Louis' waist tightened, Louis ran the tips of his fingertips near Harry's side, and he tugged him towards his front door. Harry complied, and Louis smiled as Harry's grip on him tightened the second they stepped through the door.
Harry's lips are sweet, and his hands are soft as they cup his face, but his grip is hard when it needs to be and Louis is at lost for breath. They kiss for a long time, and Louis is content, and when they break apart as Harry's curls tickle Louis' face, Louis can't help but giggle.
Harry meets his eyes and they're a softer shade now, he reaches up and his large hand cups almost all of Louis' cheek, Louis feels his warmth and he leans into the touch.
The moment only lasts a second, but the second itself lasts a lifetime. It's just them, looking into one another's eyes, and Louis thinks that maybe Harry does feel something- but the moment is cut short when Harry abruptly pulls back. He peels off his shirt, "we do this my way, and only ever my way, got it?" Louis nods, and Harry leans back down to kiss him roughly.
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When it's all over, Harry gets up and begins to pull on his stuff. Louis watches him quietly, "Harry," he begins to say.
Harry shook his head, "No, this is it Louis, no more, I can't keep doing this to you, this isn't who you are,"
Louis sat up at those words, "who I am? Who are you to know who I am," Louis asked.
Harry snorted as he pulled on his jeans, "You're not careless f-cks Louis, you think you know what you want but nothing will ever grow out of this, and I don't want you to be a mess because of me, I've seen this way too many times, and you're no different. It's cute, but really, go back to dating stable rich guys yeah?"
"Go to hell," Louis retorted with a roll of his eyes.
"Aw, you weren't saying that ten minutes ago," Harry laughed, and he ran a hand through his hair. "Really, I'm just looking out for you, you can't handle me," Louis tried to say something but then the door to the house opened and in stepped Liam. Liam, who looked at Harry and then at Louis and only shook his head. "Don't worry, I was just leaving," Harry raised his hands in self defense.
Liam didn't say anything and just walked into the kitchen, Louis watched Harry leave, and Harry didn't turn back once or acknowledge Louis anymore. Louis sighed and got up to follow Liam into the kitchen. "Hey-," Louis started to say.
"Nope, I am officially staying out of this. Just do what you want," Liam said without looking at Louis.
"Yeah well, I doubt he's coming back ever again so," Louis muttered.
"Who are you Louis? What happened? Honestly what happened that you sleep around now?"
"I have slept with one person!" Louis snapped.
"I heard what he said through the door Louis, this is all meaningless to him, you don't mean anything to him, nothing! Can't you see?"
"I can see, fuck off will you! I'll do what I want," Louis left and went up to his room. When he got there he saw that his window was parted open and there was a slip of paper on his usually empty bed. Louis ran to the window and just barely managed to see Harry's disappearing silhouette.
He walked to the paper and flipped it over, there was only one hastily scribbled word:
window
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Dedicated to,
All those who stayed.
All the love, x