Lolita

four

Louis walked right up to Michael in an empty hallway, ambushed should be the right word. Michael didn't have time to react before Louis went all out in a full rant and wanted nothing more than for Michael to listen to him for once. "Michael, I'm in love with someone else. I know this may sound like it's coming from nowhere but I had time to think about it. I'm in love with Harry. I've wanted to tell you for a long time and I think now is better than later. You gave me a good three years, but I just can't do it anymore." Michael looked a Louis, his facial expression more neutral than anything else. It made Louis want to punch the fuck out of him.

"It's okay, I wanted to break up with you eventually. I've been fucking that guy Luke Hemmings, he's a freshman. You know I like my boys young and hungry for this delicious cock." Michael smirked, and Louis felt betrayed. Why did he feel betrayed, he had done the same thing. Being cheated on stung but he did this for him and Harry.

"Good luck with Luke. I heard he's fucked half of the football team, but hey if you want an STD, please go for it." Louis slapped Michael's arm a little bit harder than he was going for, but he may have felt a little bit better about the whole break up. This was now about him and Harry, and he's excited that he can now be with Harry in public.

"Oh, if you see Harry today, tell him that he left his sweatshirt at my dorm. He was there the other night, he's freaky as hell. You've got a good one Tomlinson." Michael raised his eyebrow and flared his nostrils. Louis' heart dropped to his stomach, Harry would never do that to him. Harry would never sleep with Michael, right?

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"Given that Shakespeare wrote Hamlet as a tragedy, I'd like you to give the same excitement and dedication for our next Shakespearean play, Macbeth." Louis was now sitting next to Harry in their Shakespeare class. Harry was thrilled to have Louis sitting by his side instead of Michael's. Louis was in his own little world, never concentrating. Thankfully, Harry takes all the notes for him so Louis doesn't fail the class.

The class ended, and Louis was sound asleep, cuddled into Harry's side with Harry's sweater on. he closed his laptop and bent down putting all of his stuff in his bag. He pressed a kiss to Louis' forehead, then his eyelids, and his nose. Louis' eyes fluttered open, tired and beautifully blue. "Hi sunshine." Harry couldn't help but kiss his forehead again, smiling down at him.

"How long was I out for?" Louis stretched out, cracking his knees and his elbows. Harry thought he looked gorgeous.

"Almost the whole class. It's okay, I took notes for you." Harry shifted his feet and smiled down at Louis. Louis stood up and grabbed his bag, before pressing a kiss on Harry's surprised lips.

"Thank you." he whispered against his lips. They started walking towards the coffee shop on campus. Harry opened the door for Louis muttering a 'ladies first' which resulted in Louis smacking his stomach. Harry moaned in mock pain, and Louis giggled, shaking his head at his beautiful boyfriend. Louis and Harry walked up to the order counter and the barista smiled at Louis.

"What can I get you, love?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows, suddenly becoming very interested in what the barista was saying. Louis blushed, he was blushing. He was fucking blushing! Harry couldn't have that, his jealousy starting to take an ugly turn very quickly. His blood was molten lava, his jaw slowly but surely clenching and unclenching. He had to calm down before he lashed out. Harry walked, no stomped over to the bathrooms and looked at himself in the mirror. He turned the water on and splashed his face with cold water.

Louis walked in with both of their orders 3 minutes later, he watched Harry with his eyebrows furrowed. "What happened out there?" Louis got down on his knees, where Harry was sitting on the ground. Harry's face was a sickly shade of red, and his lips were swollen purple.