BLUSHING//L.S.

Chapter V

Two days had passed since the boys' night out. Harry was in bed, this time really studying even though every five minutes his mind was constantly flying to a certain boy with blue eyes. He hadn't seen Louis again and after what happened in the bathroom they hadn't really talked. Harry had wished Louis goodnight when they walked him home, but he hadn't answered. And now two days had passed, but Harry could still feel Louis hand in his curls.

Zayn had been a bit distant, and Harry could perceive that something was off, but he didn't know how to approach the topic. Anyway, that evening he wasn't even in the room and once again Harry was alone, wondering if what they did on Friday would be a one-time thing and now, they would just go back to ignoring him. He really felt like they were getting along.

Around seven Harry started to make his way to the canteen, his stomach rumbling since he hadn't eaten anything yet. Outside it was getting dark, the last purplish colours of the day colouring the sky. Harry started to walk faster, just wanting to sit in and protect himself from the cold wind. But as he got closer to the canteen's entrance, he noticed a boy, leaning on the wall and smoking a cigarette. A certain boy with blue eyes.

Harry started to feel anxiety as he got closer: he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to approach Louis but at the same time he didn't want to go unnoticed. He was hoping for Louis to wave at him, to say something or at least to meet his eyes.

As if the boy read his mind Louis stare met the curly's green vivid eyes. Without even realizing it, Harry started awkwardly waving and lost in Louis' eyes and completely mesmerized, he bumped into a guy.

-Watch the fuck out, faggot! - the guy screamed at Harry as he tried to apologize frantically and regain composure. He backed a little and lowered his stare, kind of hurt by how mean the guy was and feeling very guilty and ashamed. And then suddenly he heard Louis voice.

-I should be the only one that can make fun of you princess- he said. His stare was deep, and he was trying to check if Harry was alright. The nickname woke something in Harry that he couldn't really identify.

-I... he was right, I mean I didn't... I wasn't looking- Harry started blurting out words, trying to say something that actually made sense. His stomach was starting to feel bubbly again, just like the other day.

-What were you looking at, Harry? - Louis asked, not wanting the boy to think about that jerk anymore. Harry's face blushed.

-Noth... nothing I was just... just wanted to...I was thinking...- he didn't know what to say. Louis smirked, knowing he won once again.

-You were thinking? What about? - he continued, taking a drag from the cigarette. -Perhaps about the way your desperately moaned the other night just because I had my hand in your curls? -. Again, Harry's face was crimson, and Louis' head felt dizzy at the control he had over this little boy. Harry was surprised by Louis' ability to always leave him speechless.

-Who's that guy? - Harry asked, clearly trying to change the focus of their conversation.

-A fucking jerk, obviously-

-Louis! - the curly exclaimed, surprised by the words. He wasn't very accustomed with swear words.

-God you're so fucking innocent- Louis answered, staring deeply in Harry's eyes while his were growing darked and darker, just like the sky.

-I'm just polite... I don't like using those words to describe people-

-He called you a faggot, you can call him a jerk in return-. Harry smiled at Louis' way of thinking and then shrugged his shoulders.

-I'm used at being called that...- he said, as if that made everything okay. For once it was Louis turn to not knowing what to say. He felt bad for Harry and shifted slightly closer to him, hoping that would be enough of an answer. Silence fell between them two and Harry was hurryingly thinking about something to say, any kind of topic so Louis wouldn't leave.

-Do you know what's up with Zayn? He... barely talked to me and... did I do something wrong? - Harry asked, this being the only thing he could come up with. Louis shook his head.

-I don't know what's going on, I didn't talk with him either. And Liam didn't answer my calls-. Harry didn't really pay attention to the answer, his eyes focused on Louis' lips, hoping that cigarettes would never end so they would be stuck there forever.

-Pretty boy can't even pretend that he's listening to me, mh?- Louis said, after he snapped his fingers in front of Harry's face.

-Sorry, I-I... just...-

-Hey guys- Liam's voice caught them both off guard and they directed their attention on the lad coming toward them. His stare was sad and tired, the spark that was usually in his eyes was nowhere to be seen.

Liam and Louis started talking about some class they have together and then about Liam's girlfriend and other stuff that Harry didn't really know about. Zayn's name didn't pop in the conversation at all, which was weird. Maybe he and Liam had argued and that's why they were both avoiding everything and everyone. Harry thought that he should really question Zayn about what was going on.

-Shall we go in? Harry you coming with us? - Liam asked, explaining he was very hungry.

-Yeah coming, coming- the boy simply replied, and they started walking.

-We'll see about that, maybe if you're a good boy- Louis whispered in his ear, making Harry's knees weak as shivers covered his body. Louis reached for Liam before Harry had the chance to say something.