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Title: Keep smiling - Part Three
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by Da-roller-costa-of-lyfe - It's not easy starting a new school, half way through the academic year. It's not easy having a secret, and it's certainly not easy when you realize that you're helplessly crushing on the seemingly most heterosexual guy in your class.
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New text: Louis (06.04.12 at 09:12am)
Still okay to come round tonight? - L x
New text: Harry (06.04.12 at 09: 14am)
Obvi. My mum's making dinner... Lasagne okay? - H x
Harry glanced back up to the front of the classroom after sending the message. Mrs Cole was reading out the grades of their recent projects, and if he was being honest, he was quite anxious about what he and Louis had got. After that kiss... everything changed. Well, everything and nothing. They were at each others' houses at least four times a week, and when they weren't, they were constantly texting each other. It was a simple routine, one that was becoming second nature to them as they made plans during the hours they should be asleep. However, those plans didn't extend to school. They didn't sit together in class, they didn't share (many) secret glances across of the classroom, and they certainly didn't let it be easily assumed that they were practically best friends (who occasionally kiss) at school.
“-Abigail and Niall, B. Harry and Louis, A*, and finally, Charlotte and Peter, C plus.”
The Cheshire lad couldn't contain the grin that spread across his face. His smile only widened when he felt his phone buzz against his thigh and he read the message that had been sent to him.
New text: Louis (06.04.12 at 09:17am)
Lasagne is the best. I love your mum. & A* :O We make a good team :) You look cute when you smile, btw. - L x
And if anybody noticed the blush that rose over Harry's cheeks, nobody commented. Not even Niall, who was glancing at him suspiciously out of the corner of his eye. The Irish boy wasn't an idiot. He had noticed that Harry couldn't seem to go at least fifteen seconds without checking his phone, and considering the fact that the Cheshire lad hadn't bonded with anyone else since starting the school, Niall was growing suspicious. Sure, they weren't the closest of friends, but they were close enough not to sneak around behind the others' back, and to Niall, texting someone under the table and blowing him off with a 'can't hang out tonight, I have to be somewhere.' was definitely sneaking around.
New text: Harry (06.04.12 at 09:19am)
We do. Although, I was pretty proud of that project tbf. We worked hard. And thanks. - H x
New text: Louis (06.04.12 at 09: 20am)
Very hard, if I recall correctly ;) - L x
Harry cleared his throat, shifting a little in his seat at the obvious innuendo. His relationship with Louis, if he could even call it that, (They hadn't spoken about what they were, they didn't see the need to. They just were.) wasn't a sexual one, not at all. They respected each other too much to cheapen their new found bond with rushed intimacies, but at the end of the day they were teenage boys who couldn't control the way their bodies reacted to heated make-out sessions. It was nobodies fault, and the first time that Harry had felt Louis smirk against his lips once feeling the outline of the younger boy's hard-on pressing against his thigh, Harry had been embarrassed beyond description. However, Louis had merely ground their hips together in a teasingly slow motion, before adjusting his position so that he was hovering above him instead of laying on him, fusing their lips together again. After that, if either of them felt the other getting a little too excited, they just ignored it. And personally, Harry couldn't help but feel a little smug knowing that he had been the cause of Louis feeling that way.
New text: Harry (06.04.12 at 09:23am)
I could say the same about you. - H x
New text: Louis (06.04.12 at 09:24am)
Touché - L x
Harry smiled softly to himself. The banter with Louis was something he loved just as much as kissing the other boy. It was fun, light-hearted, and made something inside of him burn warmly. He knew he was getting in too deep, that it was just going to end in heartbreak, yet he couldn't really bring himself to care.
The bell rang promptly at 9:30, shaking the curly haired teen out of his thoughts as he packed up to make his way to Psychology. Despite it being one of his favourite lessons, he found himself counting down the minutes until the end of the day, until he could go home and wait for Louis to arrive. They never left school together, it would raise too many questions. Instead, they went hope separately to change, before they'd make their way to the other's house. It had been little over two weeks since things had changed, but it had been more than enough time for them to memorise the quickest ways to each others houses.
Classes were, as usual, moderately interesting for Harry. He wouldn't necessarily call himself a nerd, but he did like to learn new things. At his old school, he had always been one of the best in his class. 'Teacher's pet' people used to call him, but it never really bothered him. Information was a powerful thing, and if you used it in the right way, it would change the world. So maybe that was being a little dramatic, but the meaning was still semi-accurate.
By three o'clock, Harry was practically bouncing in his seat. Ten more minutes, and he could go home. That meant only half an hour until Louis knocked on his door, and less than an additional two minutes until they could be alone in his room and drop the façade they had to maintain at school.
“Okay, Harry, what the hell is going on with you?” Niall whispered in his ear. The sudden intrusion into the little world he had conjured up for himself while he waited for the final bell to ring was certainly not expected, and he jumped a little when he felt the warm breath against skin.
Frowning, Harry turned his head to the side, meeting Niall's gaze. “What are you-”
“And don't even try to act like you don't know what I'm talking about. You've been looking at the clock every ten seconds for the past forty minutes. You've been acting weird for the past week, and you're practically glued to your mobile. Are you seeing someone? 'Cause if you are, that's totally cool. Unless she's with someone else, too.”
“Niall,” Harry began to protest, but was cut short by the Irish lad's sharp intake of breath.
“Oh my god! Are you the one that Freya is cheating on Toby with? Because if you are, he's going to fucking flatten you, so-”
“No, Jesus Christ, no.” Harry shook his head, curls falling into his eyes before he flicked them away again. “I'm not seeing anyone,” well, not really. He and Louis were just friends... weren't they? Who just sometimes did couple-y things together, like make-out. “I just... I have stuff going on at the minute, privatestuff, so...” the bell rang just as he was trying to think of a reasonable excuse for his behaviour. Thank fuck for that. “Look, I gotta go, Niall. See you on Monday.” Standing up, he grabbed his bag and was about to walk away, before smirking and turning his head. “By the way, it was Zayn that Freya's been snogging. They're not very discreet about it.” and with that, Harry turned around and practically ran out of the door. Twenty minutes left.
Anne was used to their routine by now. The moment Harry came bursting through the front door, she smiled to herself and put the kettle on, preparing two mugs of steaming Yorkshire tea. She liked Louis, she honestly did. He was chatty, but not cheeky. Confident, but not cocky. Just the type of boy that her son needed to balance himself out. She had been worried at first. It wasn't easy being who you were when starting a new school, but Harry had seemed to fit in nicely. There had been no letters home, no teachers calling up to complain, and no stupid teenagers throwing eggs at her window because Harry had indirectly upset them. It made a nice change.
Not that things always used to be like that. Harry had been a fantastic student, and to all extensive purposes he still was, but he had fallen off of the rails a little at his old school. It had started with little slips, forgetting homework or turning up a few minutes late to class, but after time the homework turned into coursework, and minutes into missing the lesson entirely. It was only when she had sat him down and lectured him that Harry had broken down and admitted to wanting to become someone else, because he knew that who he was wasn't someone who'd be easily accepted. It had taken three cups of tea, a whole packet of jaffa cakes and some carefully worded sentences for Anne to find out that Harry was bisexual, and for her to convince him that it was okay. That he shouldn't change who he was for anybody, because you couldn't help who you are, and it had worked.
“Mum, Have you seen my black top? You know, the V-neck one?” Harry shouted from upstairs.
“Washed it this morning, sweetie. It should be at the foot of your bed.”
After a few seconds, a thump, and a muffled 'shit', Harry's voice sounded again. “Thanks!”
Ten more minutes.
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The sound of three sharp taps against the old wooden door alerted Anne that Louis was here. Smiling softly, she picked up the mugs of tea and called out a soft 'it's open.'
“Afternoon, Anne.” Louis grinned, sauntering into the kitchen and pushing himself up to sit on the work surface. “Harry around?”
“Getting changed.” she smiled, handing him a cup of tea, which Louis eagerly accepted. Before Harry, Louis would have found it strange that he considered a woman whom he'd only known for little over a month to be a second mother. He wasn't even this close to Liam's mum, and they'd been hanging out since they were thirteen, yet Anne reminded him so much of Jay that it was impossible not to be close to her. She was so kind and welcoming, he found himself thinking that he would be lucky to have someone like her as a mother-in-law. And that was when he realized that to be even thinking that, he was thinking about a future with Harry. A future that didn't involve un-worded feelings, or sneaky kisses behind closed doors. Instead, a future where they would be proud to hold the others' hand in public, to kiss each other on the street corner in front of all to see. He could almost see it. Five, maybe six years time, they'd have finished college, finished University and would be focusing on a life together. Walking along, hand in hand, silver rings glistening in the sun. Laughter falling from their lips as they basked in the others' company... it scared him almost as much as the idea entranced him.
He wasn't gay. He wasn't.
“- so I won't be back for an hour or two. Stay out of trouble. Now, be a dear and take this tea up for Harry, will you?”
The Doncaster lad felt a little guilty knowing that he hadn't listened to most of what Anne had been saying, but nodded with a smile and picked up the two mugs. One was chipped in the corner, and he couldn't help but wonder what story lay behind it. Probably nothing of importance.
Trudging up the familiar staircase, he smiled as he heard a husky voice singing softly.
“...Anyway the thing is, what I really mean... Your eyes are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen,”
Nudging the door open with his foot, his smile widened as he saw Harry singing as he threw things into his wash-basket. His voice was... for lack of a better word,outstanding. It truly was. It wasn't the softest voice by any means, but the roughness just added to the appeal. For a moment, Louis found himself speechless as he watched the younger boy in front of him, who was still unaware of his presence.
“And you could tell everybody, this is your song. It may be quite simple, but now that it's done... I hope you don- Louis!”
Blinking out of his revere, the shorter boy grinned innocently. “Tea?” he asked, holding out the mug.
Harry shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he reached out and took the mug. “You're earlier than usual... five minutes early.”
“You complaining?” Louis grinned, moving to sit on the edge of Harry's bed.
“No, no not at all. I'm just thinking of the best way to get you to forget that I was singing, because it's not a pretty sound.”
The older boy practically spat out his tea. “Not a pretty... Harry, are you mental? You were amazing!” To Louis' delight, a small blush crept over Harry's cheeks, tinting them to the most beautiful shade of pink.
“Thanks,” he mumbled softly, raising the cup to his lips and taking a sip. “Fuck, that's hot.”
It was on the tip of Louis' tongue to reply with a 'so are you,' but instead, he simply reached over and took the mug from Harry's hands, placing both his and his own on the bedside table, before moving to straddle Harry's waist.
Raising an eyebrow, Harry smirked. “And what do you want, eh?”
Louis grinned. “Well...” he dragged out the first word, biting his lip for extra effect. “I was thinking of maybe, I don't know, doing something crazy.”
“Crazy?”
“Crazy, like...” leaning forwards, he brushed his lips over the other boy's softly. “This.”
“That's definitely crazy.” Harry mumbled softly, grinning against Louis' lips. They were teasing each other, they knew they were but they didn't really care. It was a new level to their game, one which they were both eager to explore.
Their faces were but a millimetre apart when Louis' tongue licked softly over Harry's bottom lip. The action caused the younger boy to let out an involuntary moan, soon to be silenced as the Doncaster lad sealed their lips together with such passion that Harry was sure that if they hadn't been on his bed, they would have fallen to the floor already.
It was when Harry parted his lips, granting Louis the entrance that he had been seeking, that he felt the other boy smile against his mouth. If it wasn't for the fact that he didn't want the kiss to end any time soon, he would have pulled away to tell him how much he really did love his smile.
Their relationship, whatever it was, wasn't the most conventional of things, but it was theirs.