Chauffeur || l.s

four

Harry had been glum when he walked into school, his lips formed into a small pout and his eyes were set on the tiles of the school ground. He wondered why Louis had to go and call him mean names when all he did was ask questions. He had been hoping that the man and him would become friends of some sort, but that's crossed off the list, unsurprisingly. Harry had been pondering over his thoughts until he heard footsteps come his way, looking up to see his friends.

"Aw, why is little Harry sad?" Jace asks, having to bend down to look at the curly haired boy clearly. Harry just scoffs and rolls his eyes, gaze landing on Lindsey not too far from them who was starting her day off by being in her girly group of friends and picking on poorer kids, occasionally tripping them but the people couldn't defend themselves because they knew Lindsey had money and power.

He looks back over at Jace who is still patiently waiting for his reply and he sighs, "Well, I'm pretty sure word has already gotten around but I need to be driven by my family's insanely hot chauffeur since that bitch crashed my car. And the worst part is that he drove me to school today — me hoping to show him off to my pals — but we had gotten into a completely unimportant argument which caused him to get angry at me and call me a spoiled brat, can you believe him?"

Before Jace could even say anything, Lindsey comes over and crosses her arms, her breasts popping out of the buttons she undid for her blouse. "Hot chauffeur, you say? Well, I might just start coming to your house more often." she giggles, wrapping one end of her gum around her finger and looking Harry up and down as he was some sort of peasant. Harry's fingers twitched at her comment, having the sudden urge to wrap his hands around her neck.

"My father told me I can't have people over for two weeks, so," Harry shrugs his shoulders, the ends of his lips twitching, almost forming a threatening smile at the sight of her reaction — which was her crossing her arms and stomping her expensive heel on the ground. He was not about to have Lindsey over so she can have all the attention from Louis all to herself. Harry saw Louis first.

"We should get to class, I don't want to be late again." Jace suddenly speaks up, pushing her glasses further up his nose and turning the other to walk. Harry doesn't go with them, instead he just goes to his locker because he never got the chance to stop by and get his books. He unzips his backpack to take out his notebooks, reaching in without looking. Instead, his fingertips brush against a piece of paper, his eyebrows furrowing because he never leaves paper loose in his backpack.

Harry takes out the note, eyes landing on his name that was written so neatly on the front of the fold. He quickly puts his bag in his locker and unfolds the paper, eyes scanning the words as if they were some sort of clue. His lips were parted and his eyes were squinted, almost as if he didn't believe what he was reading. Who could've wrote it? What does it even mean?

Summertime and butterflies all belong to your creation.

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School was over. Harry was walking outside with Lindsey who was about to go to her car until someone yelling Harry's name makes her stop in her tracks. They both look over to find the boy's chauffeur resting against the side of the car, sunglasses on and arms crossed. Lindsey's mouth falls open and she undoes two more buttons of her blouse, showing her lace bra that Louis — no doubt — could see. "I have to go, bye." Harry rushes out and quickly walks over to Louis.

Louis' face was scrunched up, looking at Harry and his friend who was still staring at him while fanning her face, tugging her skirt farther up her thighs. "Uh, your gal over there needs to stop pulling her skirt up or else her knickers will show." he blurts out, causing Harry to roll his eyes at Lindsey and wave to her before they both get into the car. The curly haired boy wanted to leave as fast as possible.

They pull out of the large parking lot, the car quiet because both of them were hesitant to say something. Harry had his turned to the window, watching as the cars passes by him in fast motion. "I'm, uh, sorry for what I said earlier. I didn't realize that it was offensive and I deserve everything you said about me." Harry's cheeks were flushed, glad the he was looking the other way so he didn't have to see Louis' reaction.

"Babe, even if you asked some pretty rude things, it wasn't right for me to call you all those names." The green eyed boy's breath hitches noticeably at the nickname, sparks running up and down his spine. Suddenly, he forgets all about desperate Lindsey. It's Louis calling him babe, not her. Harry hums in response, resting his head on the seat. He peers over at Louis who was so focused on driving that his jaw was clenched.

He bites his lower lip and flutters his eyelashes unconsciously, resting his hands on his bare, milky thighs. "Have you ever had a girlfriend, Louis?" the question surprised both Louis and himself, the blue eyed man looking over at Harry for a split second before focusing on the road again. Harry curses at himself mentally when the chauffeur doesn't reply, thinking he ruined everything.

"Yes, several actually."

Harry makes an interested face, pretending not to be fazed by the information but he was. He was so jealous of the girls that got to be with Louis and act all couple-y. He imagined Louis to be a great boyfriend. The man probably was the type to get them flowers almost everyday and greet them with a kiss on their forehead before giving them a large hug. "What happened?" he can't help but let the question slip out of his mouth.

Louis shrugs once, shaking his head a little and switching his attention from the road to the boy. "I never had a special connection with them, you know? They weren't my type of people, I guess. Some were boring and then some were way too energetic. My only priority in high school was plays because I was leading role in almost every single one I tried out for — they just didn't get it." he explained with a dull look in his eye. He looked like he wanted to say something else.

It was silent for a moment, Harry taking all of the information in. Louis used to be in plays? Well, he could imagine him on stage. Before he could ask what type of plays he was in, Louis said something that made his whole world stop.

"And I found out that I was gay."

NOTE: sorry i'm not updating a lot ! it's because i'm in the midst of moving and i have a lot of things to help with.