Delicate L.S

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A/N: HOPE YOU LIKED THE LAST CHAPTER. THANKS FOR READING :)

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Next morning Harry woke up with pain in his ass.

"Oh shit," he said as he tried to walk towards his bathroom.

His room was pretty small. A double bed in the center of the room with a window above it, bathroom on the left side, a wardrobe on the right and a study table on the left side of the wardrobe. White walls covers with posters of bands and actors he usually got himself off to.

The first person he thought of when he woke up, was Louis. He didn't want to think of Louis because he hated him but as he walked towards the bathroom, his butt hurt and he figured it was from all the sex he had yesterday.

He obviously enjoyed the sex but hated the pain. He made a note to himself that he wasn't gonna let it happen again- sex with Louis Tomlinson. Not because he didn't enjoy it but because he didn't want to spend a lot of time with Louis.

He took a shower, got dressed with a black jeans and white t-shirt. And went downstairs and to eat the breakfast his mom had made for him. They didn't talk much since his dad left. Which was 9 years ago. On his 10th birthday.

He went upstairs as he finished his breakfast, grabbed his bag and car keys and stormed out of his house because he was already late.

As he reached school he tried to pretend like he hadn't been fucked by Louis Tomlinson yesterday, which he realised he was terrible at, because Niall put an arm around his shoulder and asked "Why're you limping? Does Louis have something to do with this?"

Yes but no. "Oh I twisted my ankle while walking." That was smooth.

"Morning motherfuckers," said Liam joining both of them.

"Morning Liam," said Harry.

"Morning mate," said Niall in his thick Irish accent.

They made their way to the classroom in silence. As they entered the classroom Harry realised the room was packed. The only place that was left was the last bench of third row.

Louis was sitting on the last bench of the fourth row, where he sat everyday.

Harry and Niall followed Liam as head them to the last bench.

"This seat is only for two people. I'll sit with Louis," said Liam.

"Hey Louis can I sit with you? There's no place le-"

"No."

"Bu-"

"Harry will sit with me, won't you Harry?"

Shit, what the fuck. Why.

Harry didn't even want to make eye-contact with Louis but seemed like Louis wasn't embarrassed about what happened yesterday.

"Yeah sure," said Harry. "Why do you love me so much?" said Harry sarcastically as he sat next to Louis. A little whimper leaving his mouth as he sat.

"I don't love you, asshole. I just wanted to see if you're sore. Seems like you are," Louis said proudly.

"Yea I am. Because of you."

"You're welcome."

"I'm not thanking you."

"You will, when you have a crush on someone and they try to fuck you but you'll be one step ahead of being a virgin," said Louis.

"How did you know I was a virgin?"

"You didn't even know what prostate was. You were obviously a virgin," laughed Louis.