Dalliance

One Day

Harry and Louis – ages 16 and 17

Jack closed down the little school where Harry would take classes. Where Harry met Louis. He closed it down when Annie got sick. They said it was just temporary, everything would be alright. It wasn't though. It never is when people say that.

Harry visited Jack and Annie a few weeks before. He told her all about Louis and how they'd been seeing each other for a few months. He told her how it had to be a secret and how he hated it, but he would do it every day, happily, just so he could be with Louis. She was so accepting of Harry, she knew what to say, she told him that there's nothing wrong with him and that he should be proud of who he loves.

Harry never got to visit her again. She died two weeks after that. She was sicker than anyone thought, and it happened so fast. Harry was crushed. He holed himself in his room for three days, refusing to come out. Not for his mum, not for his sister, not even for Louis.

Jack closed the school for good the week after her funeral. Harry knew it would never be the same, he would have closed it too. He wished he could have taken just one more class with her. He wished he didn't skip the last one, he wishes he could relive all the wonderful days he had in those classrooms, just one more time.

But he can't, so he pushes the feelings to the side when they get too overwhelming and focuses on Louis.

Maybe that's how he fell in love so fast. He doesn't really know when it happened, or how it happened, but he knows that without a doubt he is in love with Louis Tomlinson. He just doesn't know how Louis feels about him. Not really. They say things here and there, little I love you's without saying those exact words, little I'm so happy I have you's. It's never been you're my boyfriend, and that bothers Harry. It's been almost a year. It's a touchy subject, to say the least.

"Lou," Harry whines as he turns over and hangs his torso off of Louis' bed to come face to face with him on the floor.

"Yes, love?"

"I'm bored," he says sliding down all the way to the floor.

Louis sighs and closes his books. He was studying but it's impossible when Harry's around. Too distracting, too needy. In the best ways. "What would you like to do about that?"

A smile creeps onto Harry's face as he pulls Louis closer with a hand on the back of his neck and kisses him. "Have a few ideas,"

Louis smiles into the next kiss. Harry tries to work up his courage. He wants Louis to be his and though they've never really talked about it, never really talked about anything serious, he thinks this will do it, this will make Louis his. So, he slips his tongue into Louis' mouth and his fingers under the waistband of his jeans.

"What are you doing?" Louis breathes into his mouth. But Harry doesn't answer, he pushes his chest into Louis', forcing his back onto the floor and tugs at his jeans. "Harry, what's gotten into you?"

Harry ignores him again and kisses down his jawline and neck. "Love," Louis puts one strong hand on Harry's chest, and the other wraps around his wrist, pulling it from his jeans.

"Why?" Harry asks airing on the side of irritated. "Why not?"

"Not here," Louis says sweetly with a smile on his face. "I'm definitely not telling you no, but not here, not like this,"

Harry rolls his eyes and sits back on his heels. "Oh, don't tell me you want to make it special, don't start with that bullshit,"

"Hey," Louis whines with a light laugh. "I do want it to be special,"

"That's not fair! You've done it already!" Harry complains.

"I hate to break it to you, but you have as well," Louis laughs as he tucks a curl behind Harry's ear.