Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

95. Almost.

~ Pov Louis ~ 

It is May and it is very busy in the auditorium. Everyone has found somewhere to sit. We're all gathered here because some former students come to talk about college choices, colleges, universities and all that stuff. Our final exams will start in a few weeks, which will determine whether we graduate or not. It seems like a crazy thought. We have been here for 6 years with almost always the same people. That's 6 years of memories and moments with them. I'm so used to seeing everyone here every day, to sitting in class with them for 7 or sometimes even 8 hours every day. I have also become so used to the school system. It will be quite an adjustment next year. And to be honest, I find it quite scary. It's all new. It's like jumping into something blindly without knowing what to expect.

"Hey," someone whispers next to me. I look up and see Harry sitting next to me.

"What are you doing here?" He kisses just above my jawline.

"I haven't been able to sit next to you for a whole year because we're in a different class. So I thought, since we all have to sit here for an hour, I might as well sit next to you." I roll my eyes and a small smile escapes my lips.

"As long as you keep your manners, I'm fine with it." Harry comes closer and puts his hand on my thigh. His lips almost touch my earlobe.

"Louis," he whispers. His hand creeps up more and more. "You know me." He's so close. I take his hand in mine and stop him. He grins when I look at him.

"That's exactly why. You're addicted, Styles."

"To what?"

"To sex."

"Not true." A laugh escapes from the buzz of the students, who are now almost all seated.

Then what are you addicted to?," I ask, raising my eyebrows in the air.

"To you." He gently kisses my neck. "Only to you..." I bite my bottom lip, suppressing all my thoughts racing through my mind about him.

"Shut up, Harry.""

Why?""

It's dangerous."

"How so?"

"Because I'm addicted to you too. And I swear if you do that again I'll lock us in that goddamn broom closet right now." Flashes of the moment from several months ago rages through both of us. We think the same.

The bell rings clearly through the school and can also be heard in the broom closet where we are already for the second time, but neither of us moves. "We have to go, Louis." I swallow hard and bring my lips closer.

"Then go, Harry. I'm not going to stop you." He leans one hand against the wall, his muscular arm across my face. "

I'll go then," he whispers, pushing himself away from me. He opens the door, which swings toward him, but before he can take a step outside, I walk over to him and push him against the door, which slams shut. Harry moans under his breath and with a grin I place my hand on the bottom of his shirt which is leaning against the door. I push my chest against his back and slowly slide my hand up until my fingers are around his neck. With a finger on his jawline I turn his face to the right, press my lips to the corner of his right mouth and leave a kiss. Another one. And another one. Until Harry turns himself around and presses his lips full around mine as I explore his body with my hands. His fingers race through my hair as I run my lips down to his chin, his jawline, his ear and so on to his neck where I run my tongue against his skin, panting.

Harry pushes his hips into mine as he arches his back against the door. Grinning, I put a hand to his belt and lower him down like that. "Louis," he gasps. "You drive Me crazy."

"That's the point, baby..."

"Is that little threat of yours supposed to stop me now? Because it's doing the opposite." I am sucked back to reality by his words and shake off the memory. I'm about to say something, but a young female voice comes through the speakers of the auditorium.

"Hello everyone. My name is Allysa and I'm in my last year of architecture and I've also been in your shoes at this school. Making a choice about your field of study is difficult and there are many things to consider. But don't worry , because that's the reason why we're here today, to talk you through all the options."

After half an hour I start to find it boring and I turn curiously towards Harry. "Hey, Hazz. What do you want to study?" He looks sideways at me.

"Oh, I've known that for several years. I'm going to study psychology." I look up in surprise.

"Wow. That sounds interesting. Where are you going to do it, do you think? I hear that one university a little further down here is good." He smiles.

"Louis, I'm not staying here at all. I'm going abroad to study. It's a wonderful experience, isn't it?" He looks excited, but my heart is dropping.

"You're going abroad?" I frown.

"Yeah, I thought you already knew that?"

"Now I do." Harry still looks happy, doesn't seem to realise the problem. "Harry." He looks at me. "What about me?"

"I don't know. Tell me, what do you want to study?" He doesn't get it.

"No, Harry. I mean, what are we going to do? Do you want us to split up?" His eyes widen and he immediately turns his entire body towards me.

"What? Of course not! Why do you think that now?"

"Yeah, what do you think is going to happen? I'm going to live here, Harry. And you're apparently going abroad. You're going to be thousands of miles away from me. You know as well as I do that long distance relationships don't work." He looks at me indignantly and I feel myself getting angry. Or yes, actually scared, but I don't show that.

"Louis, I know it won't be easy, but we're not breaking up for that, are we? We can always see each other on the weekends, during the holidays, there's Skype, we can call, text... It will almost be like we're together." I shake my head and feel my heart pounding painfully hard in my body.

"That's the problem, Harry. 'Almost. But in reality I will barely hear or see you. We'll both be busy. It will go from calling every day to 'Sorry, I can't call now' and 'I can't come over because I have to study' or 'oh my flight is cancelled' or 'sorry I have a date with Jordan'. And you know what happens then? Then we grow apart and it's over . That's what happens." 

Harry frowns. "Who's Jordan?" I roll my eyes to the sky and feel the frustration raging through me.

"It was just an example, Harry. You're missing my whole point."

"Louis-"

"No." I get up and gather my things. "If you leave, we're done." Without saying another word, I walk out of the auditorium, leaving Harry with the same anger and frustration.

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