The Gay Next Door {EDITING}

nineteen

Louis' P.O.V
"And I was thinking that maybe Stylinson would be a great last name for the both of us." Harry went on, already talking about our future.

"I like Harry Tomlinson, though. Has a nice ring to it." Harry pouted, and I smiled seeing as he wanted me to take his last name.

"Don't worry, love. When the time comes in the near future, we'll figure it out." I kissed his forehead and sat up in bed, stretching as a yawn escaped my lips.

"I know. Just looking forward to it I guess." Harry murmured, head now resting on my lap.

"Well there's nothing wrong with that." I ran a hand through his curls, fonding over the way he practically purred like a kitten.

"We have school tomorrow." Harry reminded me, eyes fluttered shut.

"Ugh. Don't remind me. I have to put up with Mrs.Potthead in after-school detention again." Harry sat up then, brushing a few curls away from his face.

"What happened this time?"

"I have insomnia. She believes that I love to sleep in class, and, well the last time I did, which was last Friday, she hit me on the head with a metal ruler and decided detention was the only other punishment she could give to me." I rolled my tired eyes and Harry sighed, giving me a hug.

"You never told me that you've insomia, Lou.." he began, rubbing my inner thigh with his free hand, seeing as the other was around my waist.

"I don't like to talk about it. The pills work, most of the time, but she knows that I can't help it." he furrowed his eyebrows, a look of confusion appearing on his beautiful face.

"But if she knows, why is she so harsh and rude to you?"

"She's my dad's sister. Alcoholism and anger management issues must run in the Tomlinson family."

"Well damn.. I'm sorry, Lou..." Harry pouted, both arms locked around me.

"Yeah. S' not your fault though. I'll be graduating soon and then I'll be free from that hell hole." I gave him a small smile, assuring him that everything's gonna be alright.

"Have you ever considered transferring from Mrs.Potts' to Mrs.Ivory's or something like that?"

"Many, many times. They won't let me because I'm a senior and we don't usually get to transfer whenever we would like to, though."

Harry nodded to himself, taking all of this information in I suppose. "I want you to graduate, but like, I don't want to not be able to see you everyday." he said, starting to get upset.

All it took was some cuddles and a little more reassurance and that was that. For now, anyway. Sometimes I really worry about Harry.. and I kind of feel bad that I'm graduating. But on the other hand, I don't. He has Niall, and Liam, and Zayn. They're all juniors. They'll protect my baby for me while I'm gone. Hopefully..

The room filled with silence was soon disturbed by the rumbles of Harry's stomach.

"Hungry?"

"Starving, actually. Just don't wanna get up."

I laughed and spent about 5 more minutes dragging him out of the comfort of my bed.

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"Oh, good," my mum said to us as we descended down the long stairway, "you two are up. Would you like breakfast?"

The smell of various breakfast goods filled my nostrils and I almost forgot about the question.

"Well, duh. Harry?"