In His Arms (A larry stylinson fanfic) AU

Chapter 3: i wanna be with you

HARRY'S POV

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Louis head was still face down on the desk. We only had one minute left of class and I needed to tell him something.

I laid my hand on his shoulder, feeling the soft cotton of his shirt.

I leaned down to his ear and whispered:

"Louis. Please sit up. I need to tell you something."

As I sat back up straight, I realized a bunch of people giving me confused and disgusted looks.

Screw you guys.

I can talk to whoever the fuck I want.

Louis lifted his head up from the desk and his red, puffy eyes looked straight into mine.

"Yes?" He asked sassily, with a hint of annoyance.

Well, here goes nothing.

"Louis I don't care that your bi. You should be proud of it."

A genuine smile flashed across his face, but quickly turned into a puzzled look.

"Not to be rude or anything but arnt varsity players supposed to be homophobic? Isn't this the part where you punch me?"

I couldn't read his expression. His eyes glanced down then looked up at me through his lashes, a small tear escaping his eyes.

Don't be sad Louis!!

He looked so damn cute.

WOAH. What are you thinking Harry. Snap out of it.

I just couldn't resist though. His cheeks looked so innocent as I reached over and put my hand against his face, using my thumb to wipe away his tears.

His eyes closed with contentment.

I leaned over, my lips brushed over his ear as I put my voice low and said in a smooth, sexy voice:

"Does that answer your question?"

We were interrupted by the shrill of the school bell.

Shit.

I reluctantly pulled my hand away and shoved all my books into my bag. I looked at Louis as his expression showed his confusion.

Well, me, the most popular senior, just wiped away his tears. It has only been a week or so since we met.

So I guess his expression made sense.

But I really was over the fact that we weren't on the same social level, I really liked his personality and he is so... Perfect?

What am I thinking about?

I pulled on my curls and then grabbed my books as I followed Louis out of the classroom.

I was about to tap on his shoulder to talk to him, when I heard:

"HEY THERE HARRRRRYY!"

My teammates , or my so called "friends"were calling me.

Really guys.

Really.

I walked over and exchanged knuckle bumps and as I was walking away, looked back at Louis.

His eyes were looking at me, he looked like he finally registered me accepting him and the gesture I did.

He looked me dead on and the last thing I saw before I turned the corner was him mouthing two words: