harry: LIAM
liam: what
harry: i may possibly like louis
liam: okay
liam: what do i do with this info?
harry: but i don't know if he likes me back
harry: i don't know how his species interacts with love interests
liam: lol all those fancy words
harry: concentrate lili
liam: then why don't you ask him
harry: cause that's embarrassing
harry: stop making stupid suggestions liam it's not funny
liam: you can't see me right now, but i'm facepalming
liam: i'm sure you'll figure it out
liam: i have to go bye sweetheart
harry: you can't see me, but i have a certain finger in the air right now
liam: lmao
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harry was now nervous to meet louis. he was nervous the first time they agreed to meet, but it's a different kind now. the kind of nervousness you have when you don't want to embarrass yourself in front of your crush.
he ignored liam a bit during the drive to school, but it didn't last long since he loved his best friend too much. they arrived in school side by side, laughing and talking about funny youtube videos, mainly about a colorful haired gay boy.
harry felt like dying in each one of his classes, messing around with his pencil and fumbling with his pink flower crown he had made the day before. the only consolation he had was stressing about his crush on louis. it's probably hopeless, he told himself.
louis was in school too, hanging around with usual gang. there were some girls in their clique, like perrie and some superficial girls that all wanted a way in their pants. hoes, was always louis' thought when he saw one of them making their way to greet him.
they sat at their usual table in the middle of the cafeteria, chatting. louis listened to them with bore, he was tired and wanting nothing more than to go home and nap. his phone buzzed in his pocket, he lazily took it out and read:
harry: hey
he was shocked. they never texted in school.
louis: hi:)
harry: i am so bored i might die
louis: same
louis: the girls at my table are annoying except perrie
harry: perrie's so nice
harry: you should bring her with you next time
louis: maybe
louis: but she'll be a total cockblock:(
harry: who says i even want to get with you?;)
louis: ohh flirty harry
louis: i like it;)
"louis!" his head shot up at the shout of his name, "were you even listening?"
"no, sorry." he answered without a care in the world, because he honestly didn't care about what they were talking about.
"as i was saying," the girl said with a bitchy tone and an eye roll, which was very annoying to louis,"there's a party at my place this friday. i'm counting on you to come."
louis nodded, adding a "sure, count me in."
he closed his phone, ready to pay full attention to the table so he wouldn't more screaming of his name, in the bad way of course.
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it was friday night, and harry had decided to become a burrito on the couch. he was snuggled up in a baby blue comforter with popcorn and clueless on netflix. nothing better than a chickflick, he hummed to himself.
but he was a bit lonely tonight. he desperatly wanted someone to cuddle, so he called liam. afer a few rings, the line picked up and his friend's husky voice was heard.
"hey harry, what's up? are you having a fashion crisis? i'm sorry but i can't come-"
"no, i'm just lonely, but you seem busy. where are you?"
"at this girl's party, she's friends with zayn, want me to come get you? i don't mind."
"nah, i'm good. i'm watching movies. also, i don't think i'll be going to any parties soon, or ever."
"sure babe. i'll see you soon okay?"
"yep, bye lili!"
he hung up and called louis for a change. he had never called him, so harry was feeling nervous, especially since he was going to invite him over to cuddle. he clicked the phone number on his contact and waited. louis answered so quickly harry yelped a bit when he had to talk.
"hi louis, it's... harry" he said shyly.
"yah, i know, but hey! what's up?"
"nothing. what about you?"
"well, just getting dressed, i'm going to a party."
harry felt a bit sad. louis was busy.
"but i don't want to go, and you seem to have called me for something else than to ask me where i'm going."
"well, yeah. i was wondering if you might want to maybe come to my place and watch movies?"
"is this a secret code for i want to have sex? cause if it is, i'm in!"
"oh my gosh, louis, no. i'm watching chickflicks and want someone to cuddle."
"that sounds extremely childish, i'm coming in 10 minutes."
with that, the lad hung up. harry got up to make more food for the boy. he heard a rolling sound outside and ran to the window, seeing louis stop his skateboard. he quickly scrambled to the door, opening it just as the smaller boy was going to knock.
"hey, my parents aren't home." he said, a bit breathless from the running.
louis wriggled his eyebrows suggestively,"now this definitely is an invitation for sex."
the curly boy whacked him across the head, scowling at his comment."no, it's just for you not to stress about impressing them, which you would fail horribly at."
louis faked sobbed, saying, "have a little faith in me!"
"oh shush you!" he playfully added.
they got in and settled on the couch, harry throwing the blanket on top of them. he grabbed the two bowls of popcorn, handing one to louis.
"by the way, those are some really cute pajamas."
"for your information, it's called a onesie. as you can see, it's just one clothing."
"makes it easier to undress you." louis cackled at his funny comment, hitting his knee.
"i'm honestly trying to watch a movie without getting jumped, but you make it hard." he looked louis dead in the eye," and don't you dare make a dirty comment at what i just said."
the smaller boy raised his hands in defeat, and harry grabbed the remote to press play. during the whole movie, harry was too engrossed in the actions to see louis kept scooting closer to him.
when the credits played, none of them reached the remote to end it, since they had both fallen asleep. louis was resting his head on harry's shoulder, and the feminine boy had his on the top of the fuckboy's head.
AN THE END. jk jk they're so cute aww
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fuckboy love [larry]
Fanfictionone where louis is a fuckboy and is exactly what harry despises. lower case intended