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By: by 1dfetusfics on AO3
Summary:Louis' best friend teaches him how to get off.
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Harry and Louis are walking home from school together, the sun shining brightly and wind blowing cooly. The collar of Harry's school shirt is damp with sweat, and he's almost positive he's about to die from dehydration. Louis keeps rambling about something that happened in his last class but Harry isn't even pretending to be listening anymore.
The walk usually takes no more than ten minutes- but today it feels like a lifetime. So much so that when they finally get to Harry's house, Harry throws off his knapsack and runs up the stairs to the kitchen, grabs a glass and fills it to the brim with water. Louis walks in a few minutes later to see that Harry finishing his third glass of water, panting and trying to get his tie off.
"You alright there, Haz?" Louis asks, tie already undone around his neck and shirt sleeves rolled up to mid arm.
"Yeah, m'fine, just. Really hot out, innit?" Harry says. Louis smiles and takes Harry's glass, drinking the rest of the water from it.
"Yeah, s'great. Maybe we can get the gang together next weekend? Play a bit of footy in the park. Since it's getting nicer out now." Given the current state of Harry's being, that sounds like hell. But next weekend is a whole eight days away, so he decides not to make any rash decisions.
"Sure." He shrugs. For all he knows, Louis won't even remember this conversation.
"So, what do you have planned for us this glorious night, Harold?" Louis asks, handing the empty glass to Harry so he can put it in the dishwasher.
"Mum's ordering pizza and I was thinking we could watch a movie? She won't be home for a few hours though, so we can play fifa until she gets here, yeah?" Louis smiles, looping his arm with Harry's and walking them to the living room.
"Now you're speaking my language," Louis says, grabbing the good controller and flopped himself down on the couch, leaving Harry to set up the game.
It's a pretty rough start, but even on Harry's best game, he still can't beat Louis. They play until Harry's mum gets home, large pizza and liter of soda in her hands.
"Boys, go clean up for dinner," she says, walking into the kitchen without another word. They turn off the game, rushing up the stairs to wash their hands. Louis makes a mess with the water, and Harry takes the blame for it when his mum comes upstairs and tiredly tells them to go eat.
They eat mostly in silence, Louis making an occasional comment about the pizza or this new TV show him and his sister are watching. Harry's mum is pretty tired from the work week, so she retires to her bed just after eight, leaving the house to Harry and Louis.
It's not like they were even planning on doing anything crazy, but when they get to Harry's room and try to turn on Netflix, there's some sort of a streaming error, and Harry genuinely feels bad because Louis mentioned a new movie he wanted to watch and Harry had actually been looking forward to it.
They settle for watching Transformers, their default movie that they end up watching almost every sleepover. Harry knows Louis' getting tired of it, but it's the only semi-recent DVD he owns.
The first half of the movie is silent between the two, Louis and Harry squished comfortably onto one pillow and laying above the covers- even though Harry's got goosebumps along his arms.
"Hazza?" Louis asks quietly, halfway through the movie with his face squished into the pillow.
"Hm?" Harry says, still focused on the movie.
