isn't it funny how fast things change? ::: larry stylinson

Chapter 14

Harry is still breathless as he enters the library for his last period, which today is a free period. He doesn't go to his usual spot, in the very back of the library, but rather to a table right in the middle, where he can look at the couches, and the Television. (The real reason is that Louis is over there and, though Harry will never admit it, he looks soft today, but that's whatever)

Louis walks into the library a few minutes late, Luke right by his side. The blonde-haired boy talks quiet enough for Harry not to hear, but he is moving his arms excessively as he talks. Louis is on the side closer to Harry as he walks, but he is leaning in and staring towards the ground, so Harry doubts that he will look his way. He opens his book quickly, and this book doesn't belong to the library, it is his own. He has annotated it already, but he wants to do more just to annoy Louis, since he will most likely end up reading it as well.

He opens the book to the first blank page, writing 'Fuck You' in large letters across it, finishing it off with a small heart. He shuts the book, turning towards where the TV is showing some nature documentary. Louis is cuddled up against the corner of the couch, talking to Luke, Ashton, Calum, and Michael.

Harry moves his gaze to Luke, who he assumes Willow still has a crush on. His attention is not on Louis, which Harry finds... surprising. Not offensive, but just. Surprising.

Harry looks back to Louis, to where his hair is ruffled and messy, to where his bright blue eyes alight in happiness and where his paper white teeth show in a dashing smile. His white shirt is falling loose over his body, making him appear smaller than he really is. Harry is about to look away when Louis suddenly looks up, and right towards Harry.

He gives Harry a small smirk-ish smile as he sees how deep Harry's gaze on him is. Harry suddenly feels like cowering in, with Louis' gaze so deep it cuts through him like a butter knife. He watches as Louis' eyes flick down, eyelashes fluttering slightly, and as he lazily lifts them back up, eyes examining Harry's body completely. Harry can feel that his eyes are wide, cheeks spotting in a rosy red. Louis takes notice of that, raising his eyebrows at Harry.

He quickly glances towards his friends, pursing his lips together. He shifts around uncomfortably, legs slightly swinging off of the couch. Harry smirks, looking down at his book in amusement. He knows that Louis is on his way over, knows that Louis is ready to annoy the hell out of him.

He hears Louis slide into the seat right beside him, arm brushing against Harry's. Harry shivers, but subtly moves into Louis' touch.

"What kind of smut are you reading today?"

"None," Harry shrugs, a small smile on his face.

"Aw," Louis pouts, "What am I supposed to read then?"

"There are literal aisles of books behind you," Harry points out, turning Louis' way.

"Aw, but I can't find smutty stuff without you," Louis pouts.

"You're really self-dependent, I see," Harry comments, smirking at the boy. Louis' pout only gets deeper.

"I am!"

"Are not!"

"Ugh," Louis groans, burying his face into one of his hands, "I just want a good book."

"Come on then," Harry sighs, sliding out of his chair and grabbing for Louis' hand. Louis gives him a look that says 'really?' but takes his hand nonetheless. Harry guides him into the aisle, one hand holding onto Louis' and the other skimming the shelves.

"Ah!" Harry suddenly exclaims, pulling a book from the shelf and holding it up for Louis to see, "How about this one?"

"Rat City?" Louis squints his eyes.