Outcasts

Chapter 6

By the time Harry got home from school, he was exhausted. All the events of the busy day had left his mind spinning. As he sat on his bed doing his homework, he became increasingly frustrated at his lack of ability to concentrate.

            Harry was actually worried that he was unable to focus on his schoolwork. He had never come across this problem before, even in the toughest of times. But now as he stared at the jumbled numbers of his math homework, all Harry could think about was Zayn’s cool warning and the fact that Louis would be with him in less than an hour.

            The last thought sent Harry’s thoughts spiraling completely out of control. He realized he was still in his school uniform, which definitely did not look “cool” as Liam had put it. Not only did he need to change, but he needed to find an excuse to his parents to leave the house as well. The last thought was absolutely horrifying.

            As Harry was carefully constructing a plan of action in his mind, his phone vibrated. He groaned, knowing that only two people really texted him, and he was willing to bet that it wasn’t Liam. With a sigh, Harry picked up his phone and opened the message, which was sure enough from Louis.

i’ll b over n 5. Dnt worry bout ur parents. I got it all figured out

            This sent Harry truly panicking. Not because of dealing with his parents, because apparently Louis had a plan. Now his issue was about how he looked. He only had five minutes to make himself look presentable.

            Remembering Louis’ compliment, Harry ripped off his expensive leather belt, and tucked it into his organized belt drawer. His pants sagged down without the help of the belt to hold them up. The feeling was still uncomfortable, but Harry figured he would just have to suffer through it. After a moment’s hesitation, he also untucked his white button up shirt, and took off his navy blue school blazer and tie.

            Harry stumbled over to his bathroom mirror and looked himself over. He definitely looked better than before, but he knew he could look better. With a tilt of his head, Harry studied himself over to see if there was anything else he could do to try and make himself look rougher. He shook out his shaggy hair, making it look messier and better overall.

            To add the finishing touches, Harry opened up his medicine cabinet, exposing an array of over-priced cologne. He picked out his favorite bottle and spritzed himself liberally. After one last look at himself, Harry was satisfied with his appearance.

            Harry walked back into his room and flopped down on the bed to wait for Louis. He looked over at his phone to check for messages, but his inbox was empty. Harry sighed impatiently; he never was good at waiting.

            A sharp tapping at the balcony door made Harry jump. He flung himself up from his bed to see Louis standing yet again on his balcony waving enthusiastically with an overzealous grin on his face. Harry rolled his eyes, as he walked towards the door.

            “Louis what the hell are you doing?” Harry asked, opening the door just enough to poke his head outside.

            “Well I wanted to come over. Don’t worry, Curly, I’ve got a plan.” Louis said mischievously, “Go tell your parents that you’re not feeling well and you’re going to bed. That way they won’t come up. And then,” Louis added, his voice deepening sensually, “We can do whatever we want.”

            Harry gulped slowly, his pants becoming too tight. Louis’ idea actually wasn’t too bad. And he was still way too sexually frustrated from this morning. So Harry nodded slowly to Louis and turned to walk out of his room.