Outcasts

Chapter 3

That night, Harry tried keeping his mind off the boy with the tattoo covered skin. He did all his homework and looked over his notes for all of his classes. When he ran out of school work to do, Harry cleaned his already spotless room and cooked a healthy dinner for his whole family. The activities kept out all thoughts of Louis and so Harry was content – that is until it was time for bed.

Harry lay under his freshly washed duvet, body bare except for his boxers, and closed his eyes. With no distractions, his mind raced with the thoughts of that morning. The way Louis had touched him had felt like nothing before. His soft fingertips had come so close to touching Harry, and he had wanted it – no needed it – so bad it almost hurt just thinking about it. In no time, Harry felt himself hardening, and he let out a breathy moan.

The noise snapped Harry from his fantasies and his opened his eyes in shock. He looked under the covers and sure enough he was sporting a massive hard on. Harry started to panic. He had just gotten a boner over aguy.And not just any guy, Louis Tomlinson of all people. Louis Tomlinson with his stupid tattoos and stinky breath.

Harry took a deep breath, willing himself to calm down. He could think of a way to get Louis out of his life permanently. And then maybe he could move on, and continue being his usual perfect self.

So Harry decided he had to fight back. He thought of all the possible reasons that Louis might be bothering him and picked the most logical one. Louis loved getting Harry’s terrified reaction. He loved to watch him squirm and get uncomfortable. The only solution then, was to do the opposite of what he had been doing before. Harry had to flirt back.

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Harry hopped out of his Smart Car with determination. Now that he had found a solution, he no longer was afraid of Louis. As a matter of fact, Harry was even a bit excited to execute his well thought out plan. By the end of the day, Louis would never speak to him again. And besides, it was Friday. Even if everything didn’t go exactly how he wanted, Harry would have two days to think of a Plan B.

Harry noticed, with delight, that Louis and Zayn were already leaned against Zayn’s car, puffing on cigarettes and making easy conversation. Louis looked slightly grungier than usual. His hair was slicked back in a small quiff making him look rougher and his teal eyes were bordered with dark eyeliner. The boys stopped talking abruptly at Harry’s approach.

“Morning, Curly, did you miss me?” Louis wasted no time getting in Harry’s personal space.

Harry smirked and leaned against the bumper of Zayn’s car comfortably. He noted victoriously, that Louis already looked a little confused. The plan would be even easier than Harry had expected.

“Why, yes actually I did.” Harry replied confidently.

To Harry’s slight surprise Louis smiled genuinely. The shorter boy placed his hands on the car on either side of Harry’s body and leaned his face in close. Louis’ cigarette rested between his fingers, and Harry had to resist the urge to gag.

“Now what could’ve happened between now and yesterday to make you so confident? Maybe I’ve rubbed off on you.” Louis said slowly and softly.

Harry wanted to roll his eyes. There was no way Harry would ever be anything like Louis. He wouldn’t ever stoop so low. But now was not the time to think about that. Now was the time to seduce a punk.

“I wish you would rub off on me.” Harry responded without thinking. Both boys’ eyes widened, Harry’s in shock and Louis’ in glee.

“Oh fuck, Curly. Who knew you could be so dirty?” Louis placed a gentle but urgent hand on Harry’s hip, “I think I may want to spend a bit more time with you.”