|Chap. 17|

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💫|HARRY'S POV|💫

March 2, 6:35 a.m.

"W-we should hmm be g-getting ready for s-school ugh." I moan quietly as I dig my nails into Louis' side as he kisses and sucks lovebites onto my neck. He kisses my lips deeply and I squirm underneath him as my boxers grow impossibly tighter.

"Fuck school." He mumbles against my lips. He grinds our crotches together and I let out a groan.

Louis and I on several occasions have touched each other, but as far as having sex...well we haven't gotten that far. Today is different. Despite our lack of time, despite the lack of romantic scenery, and despite the lack of lighting, I needed him. Now.

I whimper softly as he nibbles on my earlobe. He reaches for my boxers and yanks them down my legs. He connects our lips again in a hot kiss and slips his tongue into my mouth. My fingers tug tug on the thin material covering his torso and I whine for him to take it off.

He pulls away and takes off his shirt and I do the same, pulling my tank top off. He pushes his boxers down his legs and pulls me into his chest, kissing my neck again. He spreads my legs and my eyes shut slowly.

"Spread your legs, baby."

I furrow my eyebrows as I grip onto Louis. I feel his length push against my thigh and I let out a whimper as I hold onto him tighter.

"Do it for Daddy."

My breathing starts to quicken and my palms start to sweat, I find myself struggling under Louis as he grinds against me. I let out a small moan of stop, letting out a whine.

"Make Daddy feel good."

I close my eyes and Jack fills my mind as Louis grinds harder.

"No, no! Stop it!" I shout suddenly, shoving Louis off of me.

Louis jumps back with his eyes wide and I sit up quickly, panting heavily as I pull the covers over my naked body, staring at Louis. I put my head into my hands and instantly start to cry.

What is wrong with me?

I whimper softly and lift my head from my hands, wiping my eyes. I look at Louis as he lets out a breath and runs his hand through his hair. I watch as he gathers his clothes and starts putting them on again. I slowly do the same and dress myself. I bite my lip as I watch Louis.

"I'm sorry, Lou." I whisper.

"It's fine." He mumbles as he slips on his shoes. I sigh and get out of bed, heading to the washroom.

It is not fine.

-

"She's okay, right?" Danny asks me as I tell him about my mother and her current situation.

"Well she's getting healthy, and she's happier than she has been for a while." I sigh, looking down at the lunch tray in front of me.

"God, I'm really sorry that you're away from her. I can't imagine how much you miss her." He says softly. I just nod.

"It's okay. I miss her like crazy, but Louis's been there for me for the past couple months so that's good to have."

He sighs and look down at his fingers, fumbling with them.

"How are you two anyway?"

I bite my lip as I look down again. I just shrug at him.

"We're...fine, I guess." I say simply. Daniel looks up at me and gives me a look.

"Are you happy with him? Like..dating him?" He asks gently.

I think about everything we've been through, including what's happened this morning. Louis is taking care of me and has been for a while. He's here for me. He loves me. He makes me happy. Although there are times where he just doesn't get it, he understands how I'm feeling.

"Y-yeah. I'm happy. He makes me happy." I nod slowly. He sighs and takes my hand.

"Just because he makes you happy, it doesn't mean that your relationship is happy." He whispers. I furrow my eyebrows and look across the cafeteria at Louis and his friends. Louis is facing me this time, but he's looking at his friends and laughing. He turns his head and sees me and his smile slowly fades as he looks at me and Daniel. His friend, Johnny, I think turns to look at us and he smirks before leaning over and whispering something to Louis.

I look back up at Daniel, biting my lip.

"I love him." I tell him. He sighs and stands.

"I hope you mean that." He said. "Come on, love." He grabs my empty tray and walks it over to the trash while I stand and grab my backpack and laptop. I smile slightly as I walk towards Danny. He slips his hand in mine and we walk out of the cafeteria.

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