Blue-Eyed Baby

Chapter Thirty-Eight - The Project

----- LOUIS' POV -----

It was Thursday, Harry hadn't spoken to me since last Friday. He'd avoided me at all costs. Yeah we'd had the odd conversation when we were in English but that was about it and we really only spoke about what had happened in the lesson. I don't fully know why Harry was avoiding me, but I guess that's for him to know and have his reasons for. It just all felt pretty shit because it was only three months ago that i told him I loved him.

My alarm ripped my from my thoughts telling me I only had half an hour to get ready. I walked straight into the bathroom and brushed my teeth before styling my hair. When I left the bathroom, Liam had already left, probably to be there early. I had spoken to Liam a fair bit; he had been spending more time in the room recently and we were growing closer. I walked across to the wash bin I had at the end of my bed under my desk and pulled off my joggers and boxers in one swift motion. I pulled on a clean par of boxers before walking to my wardrobe and pulling on some grey sweatpants and a plain white t-shirt, I hadn't really cared much for my appearance this week. I slipped my arms and head through Harry's sweater before sliding my feet into my vans. I grabbed my phone, wallet, notebook, and pen from my desk and headed to lesson. I got to the lesson and sat down waiting for Mr. Thompson to start the lesson.

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"So, today were going to be pairing up and completing a project," Mr. Thompson said five minutes from the end of the lesson. Shit.

"Can we choose?" someone random shouted.

"No, it's alphabetical," even bigger shit. "Jessica Adams and Jack Burnett," Mr. Thompson started, I zoned out most of what he was saying until I heard him say, "Liam Payne and Jamie Porter," Shit. "Lastly, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson," Fuck. I scrunched my eyes up sighing. "What I want you to do, is create a power point presentation comparing the two texts I have up on the board, give me five similarities and five differences between them. You've got two weeks." With that the bell rang telling us it was the end of the lesson. I grabbed my things and attempted to head out of the door. Before I could even take two steps I felt someone grab my arm, spinning me around.

"Yes?" I said quietly knowing exactly who it was from his ring clad fingers.

"Are we gonna get this done then," he rasps out.

"Sure, my dorm?"

"Okay, let's go." We both headed out of English together. We walked all the way back to my dorm in an uncomfortable silence.

When we reached my dorm, I unlocked the door and walked in. I dropped down to my bed waiting for him to sit at my desk. We both pulled out our laptops and started taking notes on the texts we'd been given.

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Me and Harry sat for over two hours comparing notes and creating a slideshow until I spoke up, "Haz, can we talk?"

"No," he snapped.

"Why?"

"Because I just want to get on with the project."

"But I wanna talk?"

"Why? Why do you want to talk? Go talk to that boy you were going to tell you loved the other Friday." Harry slapped a hand over his mouth realising what he had just said.

"Harry?"

"No."

"Haz?"

"What?"

"You heard?"

"Yes I heard. I heard him tell you that he loved you and you.. you hesitated clearly going to tell him that you loved him too."

"No."

"What do you mean no?"

"That's not what happened."

"What?"

"I wasn't going to tell him I loved him."

"Why?"

"Because I love you, you idiot," I shouted, "And I told him I was in love with you. I'm pretty sure I said something like, 'I don't love you. I'm in love with Harry.' And when he asked who you were I told him you were, 'My boyfriend, my absolute best friend'".

Harry sighed.

"Jesus christ Harry, believe me. God I am so in love with you and your gorgeous green eyes, your curls, and the way you tuck them behind your ears when your nervous, or the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, or your terrible, terrible jokes that still make me laugh. Your laugh though, that, that's something else. Harry," I looked him in the eyes and when he nodded, I continued, "you are an angel. And Harry," I kept my eyes on Harry while he nodded a second time, "I love you. I am in love with you!"

Harry didn't say anything he just launched himself forward, smashing his peachy unkissed lips against mine.

I laid down pulling Harry with me so that he was straddling my waist. I gripped my hands into his hair pulling lightly on the curls, making pretty little moans escape his mouth and slip into my own. I pulled tighter, keeping him extremely close.

"I want you," he breathed into my mouth.

"Yeah?"

"Mhm," he murmured. I rolled us over until I was straddling him again. I slipped his t-shirt up over his head before looking at his face.

"Haz?" I spoke when I saw his face, "What's wrong?"

"I love you, so much and I'm so so sorry."

"Hey, none of that, you didn't know. I think before we do this we should talk, properly."

"Okay."

I thought about what I wanted to say before speaking, "I want you to listen to me, from beginning to end. I want to tell you the full story, okay?"

"Okay."

I started. I told him about Jackson and how I thought he was the one. I told him about what we did and how he treated me. I told him that my siblings loved Jackson. I told him how Jackson was the one I was butt naked with when Phoebe and Daisy came running into my room. I told him how I hadn't spoken to him since he called things off. I told him how I didn't speak to anyone other than Stan and my family for a while, cornering myself off from everyone, afraid of getting hurt again.

"And then Andrew came along," I started, heisting. "We started out as just friends, really close friends though. He was like my best friend, other than Stan but I knew Stan was leaving for college in six months, so I would only really have Andrew. We got paired up for a project and started talking. We realised that we had so much in common and then he uhm... he just kissed me one day and everything took off from there. We shared kisses, went on dates, and acted like a couple to the point everyone thought we were. So, we thought," I breathed out thinking back to the day, "it maybe wouldn't be so bad to get into a relationship. We had already been friends for three months before our first kiss and then we'd been a 'thing' for another three months. Then Stan left for Manchester college and Andrew was there for me, so we started dating in the September. We did everything couples did," I grimaced thinking back to the memories, "or so I thought. He brought me flowers, took me on dates, kissed me like no one was watching, surprised me, he was great with my sisters but most importantly he loved me. Or acted as if he did. One night five months into our relationship we went to his friends dorm for a 'lads night'. I didn't know anyone there but as the night went on and the more alcohol we consumed the more I got to know people." I laughed dryly, "it was two a.m. and I wanted to call it a night, I couldn't find Andrew anywhere and then one of his friends told me he had already left. So, me being me, I went to find him. I went to my dorm, nothing. That didn't surprise me though I never used the dorm, it was a single and if I wasn't at home I was in Andrews room. The bed didn't even have sheets on. Then, I went to his. I knocked and there was nothing, but the door bumped slightly open, so I walked in calling his name and that's when I saw it. Andrew balls deep in Jackson. I got mad and shouted 'screw you' before running out and back to my own dorm. That was why I switched college the first time." I finished looking down at my lap. Harry was sat in front of me, and I could feel his eyes staring into me, burning holes in my head.

"Louis," he started, "Lou, babe. Please look at me."

A/N: Look at me posting on time :)