How did it end? - l.s.

He's Hurting Me -five-

4 years before

As the class comes to an end, students start packing their bags and making their way out of the classroom. Harry gathered his things, his heart pounding in anticipation of what Luke is going to tell him.Louis walked by his side, a silent presence that give Harry some reassurance. Maybe everything is okay.

As they made their way through the hallways, Luke suddenly appeared beside them, a determined look on his face. "Can I talk to you for a sec, babe?" he asked, his voice low and  a bit intense.

Harry tensed, knowing that this was the moment he had been dreading. He glanced at Louis, who stood a few feet away, Louis lingered a few feet away, watching their interaction carefully. He cast a quick glance back at Louis, knowing that he was close enough to hear their conversation but far enough to provide 'some privacy'.

Luke's eyes flicked briefly to where Louis stood before returning to Harry. "Alone," he said, emphasizing the word. Louis rolled his eyes and stared at him intensely.

Harry could feel the weight of Luke's possessiveness in his voice, so loud yet a bit soft. And he knew that arguing was useless. He gave Luke a nod and sent a small, apologetic look towards Louis before following Luke away from the crowded hallway.

Harry swallowed, feeling the weight of the situation settling around him. "What do you want to talk about?" he asked, keeping his voice steady despite the growing unease within him. He could feel himself on the way to an anxiety attack. His breath feeling a bit shorter; he doesn't feel as safe as he should feel like around his boyfriend, not anymore.

Luke stepped closer to Harry, his gaze fixed on him with a mixture of possessiveness and need. Without warning, he moved forward and pressed his lips against Harry's in a possessive kiss.

The unexpected kiss caught Harry off guard, but he didn't pull away. Instead, his mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions, his body responding to the kiss despite his reservations. He felt his heart beating a bit slower; it confused him; how he felt all these emotions at once. Is that what love is? Harry thought to himself .

As Luke's lips pressed against his, Harry's mind was filled with a mixture of happiness and confusing. He couldn't deny the physical pleasure he felt, but deep down, he missed the touch of his boyfriend, the boy he loves, the gentle caress and the comforting embrace he yearned for.

The memory of his boyfriend's touch seemed to linger on his skin, and he ached for the warmth and familiarity it brought him. It was as if his mind and body were at war, torn between the love he has for him, and the way he treats him.

As the kiss continued, Luke finally pulled back, a satisfied smirk on his face. "You missed that, didn't you?" he whispered, his voice laced with entitlement.

Harry's heart raced, torn between the need to deny the fact that he missed him and the undeniable truth in it. He didn't respond, his mind still warring with his emotions.

Luke's expression softened a bit, and he let out a sigh. "I guess I owe you an apology for yesterday," he said reluctantly. "I might have...overreacted a bit." Harry watched him silently, unsure of what to say. Part of him appreciated the apology, but another part was still wary of what Luke said to him yesterday. You're always so sensitive. The thing he was always so insecure about already ; thrown to his face from his boyfriend.

Luke continued, "I just... I get jealous, you know? I don't like seeing other people around you, especially your friends. It makes me uneasy."  His confession was a surprise to Harry. Jealous ?