Moonlight scars

III

Year-2022

Harry grunts eyeing the sign board on the door, his life is really a mess. He—

"Harry?" And yeah there's there, that voice, that voice which has fucked him in thousand ways to Sunday and now Monday too. He wants to smash his head because he's barely gotten any sleep, the old lady's words rang through his mind the entire time and as a result he didn't slept at all or did any type of work at all.

He wants to avoid Louis, he truly do. But it's not in him at all to do such blasphemy so like the wimp he is he turns,

"Hi." He mumbles and the boy smiles confused and pretty, "What are you doing here? This is the drama section."

"Uh Miss.Collins asked me." A pretty frown crosses Louis' pretty pretty features, "Miss.Collins? I mean, I'm sorry to offend you, but Harry Styles you are not drama material." Louis teases making Harry smile.

"I know! But it's something about extra credits and stuff which is stupid because we are in college not high school. But she says I need to take part in extracurricular activities." He huffs and watches as Louis' mouth gapes open, the pink of his lips stretched in an O shape. Harry's never been so tempted.

"O-Oh. Miss.Collins is very strict, she put me in Sports for extra curricular. And I must tell you I suck at running, jumping or basically any kind of health training. But hey on the bright side we get to be together, so young Harold cheer up because we are going to be thick as thieves together." He grins and Harry nods.

"Okay." They both enter the classroom together.

"Alright kids. I see we've got some new editions over here." Harry wants this day to be over already. "Hey. It gets interesting once you get into it." Louis whispers and suddenly Harry's way too cautious of their proximity because the boy's peach and strawberries scent is tickling Harry's bud. He smells so good.

Like a forbidden pastry. Harry bets he's sweeter too.

"Does it?" He whispers turning because he felt the need to and then realises that he shouldn't have because now he can count the specks of green and gold in Louis' blue eyes, he's so close he could feel the warm breathe fanning over his face and it smells like chocolate.

"People in the back, please take your romance outside the class here the only romance we like is tragic ones." The professor jokes making them both scramble to their seats.

Harry for his part wants to throw the pencil case on the teacher which he knows is disrespectful but interrupting someone's eye contact with the crush of their life is disrespectful too even more in fact.

He glares at the professor who's still laughing as if he just made the best joke possible. And then he glances at Louis whose ears are the brightest shade of pink, he's got his head down in shame and Harry is really considering his second option of standing up and beating the donkey of a man hard enough to inflict pain.

"Can we start already?" Harry barks and the professor stops his laughing and clears his throat, "Right. So..." and then he drones off and about.

The only bright part of the class was Louis beside him, they didn't spoke for the rest of the class but had these sneaky little glances towards each other which warmed Harry's stomach with butterflies.

College can be so bearable when he's got this pretty boy beside him.

*****

Year—1686

"Heard you got a new fiancé back in palace. Is that why you haven't been around a lot? So why did you came back huh? To warm your—"

"Alright that's enough, sweetheart." The Prince interrupts making William scowl, he turns around only to be pulled back to a hard chest, "Is that how you greet your prince?"