Styles Academy ¬ Larry *Solo Harry, Schoolboy Louis* #Wattys2017

Please Keep My Clothes

[Picture in media is not actually Harry]

"Louis..." Harry whispers, trying to wake the lad up. Louis stirs slightly on his bed, and opens his eyes slowly.

"What happened?" Louis asked, rubbing his eyes as he sits up. Harry laughs lightly, ruffling Louis' hair.

"You fainted."

Louis groans and covers his face with his hands. "Ugh! I'm sorry, this must be annoying, me freaking out over little things-" Louis freezes and then shouts. "OH MY FUCKING GOSH, LITTLE THINGS!! ONE OF YOUR SONGS!" Louis gushes, quickly shaking his head afterwards. "Sorry."

"Really, it's okay." Harry assures, getting up from the bed. "It's quite amusing, actually." Louis gets up from the bed and takes off his sweatshirt.

"So you're enjoying watching me flip the hell out?" Louis laughs lightly, walking to one of his large dressers. Harry doesn't answer, he's too busy staring at Louis' bare torso.

"Oh, hell..." Harry thinks, licking his lips. Louis glances back at Harry.

"Harry?" Louis says, wondering why he suddenly stopped speaking. "You okay?" Louis asks, turning back around with two shirts in his hand. Harry nods his head and plops himself down on Louis' bed.

Louis smirks. "Like what you see? There's more I can show you." Louis says, tossing a white shirt to Harry. "But you'd have to take me on a date and get to know me for a while before I let you in my pants." Louis says lightly, and Harry laughs.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm straight." Harry lies, wanting to see Louis' reaction. Louis doesn't react sassily the way Harry thought he would.

Louis doesn't say anything and takes off his pants, his expression blank. With his pants now off, Louis places his shirt on his large, blue beanbag couch. With his back now turned to Harry, Louis takes out two pairs of skinny jeans, one white, the other black. Harry can't help but to stare at Louis' ass.

"Why were you staring at my ass if you're straight?" Louis asks, and Harry loves his sassy demeanor.

"Well, you have an ass like a female, so..." Harry says, shrugging with a smirk. Louis rolls his eyes and tosses the white skinnies at Harry's face. "I really am straight, though." Harry lies again, trying to get a bigger reaction out of Louis.

It works.

"OKAY! BLOODY HELL, YOU LITERALLY TOLD ME ALREADY!" Louis snaps loudly, making Harry flinch slightly. Louis sighs loudly, pulling his jeans on and then putting his All Out sweatshirt on. "Damn, don't have to rub it all in my face..." Louis mumbles, throwing himself onto his beanbag couch.

"...Actually..." Harry begins, catching Louis' attention. "I'm questioning my sexuality..." Harry reveals, and Louis smiles slowly.

"Is it because of my one of a kind ass?"

"Yeah, most definitely."

-

After an eventful few hours of exploring the enormous S.A. campus, and getting attacked, Harry grows rather fond of Louis. Harry wants to ask the lad out on a date, but he knows he can't. Harry's management doesn't want him to be seen going on dates with guys.

They barely want him to be seen with guys that are just friends.

Quite shitty, huh?

"Louis, thanks for showing me around campus." Harry says as he and Louis step out the front doors. "I had so much fun with you today." Harry smiles, "And you sure you don't want a job as one of my bodyguards? I'm sure you'd be the best." Harry says, and Louis laughs.

"I'm sure," Louis tells Harry, turning to face. "I'm having too much fun being a student at S.A."

"Hopefully I'll be able to attend S.A., that way I'll get to be around you all the time." Harry says, blushing slightly. Louis feels like his heart is going to stop.

He really loves Harry.

"Maybe one day...he'll love me the way that I love him..." Louis thinks, smiling brightly at Harry.

"OH YEAH!" Louis exclaims, remembering something he wanted to tell Harry.

"Yes?"

"White looks great on you. Please keep my clothes."

-

The Next Day

As soon as Harry wakes up, Liam's ringtone is blaring loudly. Harry groans, rubbing his head and yanking his phone off his nightstand.

"Hello?" Harry answers, and Liam instantly starts yelling. Harry moves the phone far away from his ear.

With Liam's voice this loud, it's almost as if he's on speaker.

"Get your Tarzan looking self to my office right now, dammit!" Liam shouts, hanging up.

Uh oh.

Harry knows exactly what this is about, and the only thing he can think right now is, "Oops?"