The War Within Us

Chapter 3

It was in the school bathroom that Louis got to his knees for the first time, hot, wet lips swallowing Harry's length.

3 days earlier...

"Tell me, and I forget. Show me, and I remember. Involve me, and I understand." Mr. Owen, the Music Teacher said, quoting an old Chinese proverb.

The words were muffled in Harry's head, his focus outside the window, the green leaves on the trees already turning all shades of yellow, orange and brown, a sign that Autumn was just around the corner, September nearly saying goodbye, on the periferia of his eyes he could see the blurred profile of Louis. Harry knew to perfection each and every fraction of Louis face, their sitting plan had been the same since he joined the school, they sat on the same row, with one column of desks between them, Louis was always placed next to the window and Harry on the middle of the room, both had desks in front and behind them, students filling them. It was often through the years that Harry would pretend to look out the window when in reality he was studying every little detail of Louis' face.

The teacher had continued the lesson, only bringing Harry back when he said: "Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles." His eyes felt like they were going to pop out of place, it wasn't often that their names were placed together.

"Please, come pick a song." Mr. Owen said.

"What?" Harry said, shaking his head, still not understanding what was happening.

"Weren't you listening, Mr. Styles?"

"I am so sorry, Mr, I... I spaced out for a bit." Harry said approaching his desk, Louis dry chuckled behind him.

"I wonder what was keeping your attention, Harold." He said with a smirk.

The teacher looked between them, confused, like he was waiting to be let in in the secret. Harry glared at Louis, trying to read him, it was not possible that he knew he was looking at him, he had always been very careful. After a long beat of silence, the teacher continued.

"No matter. As I was saying, we're having a little "battle of the bands."" He said mimicking the quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "And we're going to do it in couples, I believe you two would sound incredible together." He smiled widely, handing them a bowl filled with small folded papers.

Harry's heart skipped a beat, his eyes still inside Louis', their silent battle at a peak, the dark blue sky filled with black smoke, flaming arrows flying over from one side to the other, and battle screams reaching his brain, trying to escape out of his ears.

"Come on, don't be shy." The teacher insisted, shaking the bowl vigorously.

Louis was the first to rip his eyes away, leaving Harry patting and sweating inside.

"Is there any chance we could get a different partner, Mr. Owen?" His voice was sweet and innocent, nothing like what he sounded when he spoke to Harry.

"I'm sorry boys, I really had to scratch my brain to pair everyone with their best match, I want a fierce competition." He shrugged apologetically.

"I understand." Louis smiled. "I'm just worried that Harry is not going to be able to keep his hands to himself you know?" Harry came back to life, his eyes popping out of socket.

"Excuse me?!" Harry said, and the teacher must have been thinking the same, a confused and worried look had set on his face.

"We all know you can get a little bit aggressive, Harold, and we're not the best of friends, are we?"

"What the f- I'm not aggressive." Harry took a step closer to Louis, his bright emerald eyes turning forest green. Louis took a step back and put his hands out in front of his chest.