Pretty Boy

Six

Harry wakes up panties still around his ankles. He rubs the sleep from his eyes. As he sits up a dull pain appears in his thighs and bum. Confused he looks around the room. Shit, shit, shit he thinks to himself. But nothing is compared to the 'oh shit' moment Harry has when his eyes land on no other then Louis Tomlinson.

He sits there a few moments frozen. He slowly lets the memories from the night before come back to him. Harry can't believe how needy he was. His hands rub up and down his thighs, right where Louis' dick had been the night before. Harry holds back a giggle. His post sex educed giddy-ness was broken as Louis began to stir next to him.

A flash of panic flows through Harry. He moves from the bed carefully. He didn't want to stay! This could have meant nothing to Louis! After pulling his skirt down from where its bunched at his stomach. Harry catches sight of a sketch book and pen sitting nicely on the night side table next to him. Leaving a note couldn't hurt he decides.

Had the best time last night, let's do it again sometime.
All the love,
Harry

Harry folds the note carefully and lays the note delicately against Louis' chest. Pulling his dress down once more he makes his way out of the room and down the stairs. Praying to get out with out being noticed, he has no such luck.

"I'm sure Louis would want you to stay for breakfast" a voice says as Harry passes the kitchen. He freezes before turning to face then voice. He recognized the boy as Zayn, it was his party, his house. He must be friends with Louis then.

"I don't think it's necessary" Harry says awkwardly, pulling down of the hem of his dress, which now seems much to short.

"You don't seem very hung over" Zayn observers "drink often?"

"No just didn't drink much last night" Harry says awkwardly "I think maybe I should-".
Harry gets interrupted by Zayn, which he didn't really appreciate.

"What should I tell Lou when he wakes up? Left without a word, stopped for toast, crawls out on his hands and knees?" Zayn lifts a mug to his lips, trying to hide his growing smirk.

"I left him a note, I'm going to leave now. Wonderful house by the way" Harry make a dash of the door trying not to stumble in his heels.

~

The next morning Harry was bombarded his locker by Rita.

"You didn't!" She shouted. Several head turns which makes Harry blush awkwardly.

"It happened and all I want to do is die, I was being so embarrassing and needy" Harry pouts "he probably never wants to see me again, and the note was so embarrassing".

Harry continues to complain. He was wearing sweatpants and a white top. His thighswere still sensitive, so this was he only option really.

Harry didn't see Louis until Human science. Completely avoiding the boys gaze and stares Harry felt successful. Maybe he could get through the day without having to talk to Louis. Who would only want to tease him. Harry could feel Louis' eyes burning holes in the back of his head, but he didn't want to give him the pleasure of turning around. Harry's head stayed facing the front. The class was more boring than ever.

Louis made another appearance at lunch. Standing directly behind Harry in line. Thank god for Rita who made Brody switch places with him, so he didn't have to face the embarrassment. This had obviously upset Louis who released a string of swears and left the line.

"He's staring at you even more now" Brody complained. Jared who had decided to join them today at lunch put in his opinion as well.

"Don't know why you did it with him anyways, he's a junkie who's done jail time. Hardly the type your mother would a approve of" Jared had said. Sounding all high and mighty, which only pissed Harry off more.

"I don't think it's really any of your business, but I can do want I want with who I want. And I would much rather bring a 'junkie' home to my mummy then some prick who thinks he's better then everyone else" Jared obviously didn't know what to say Harry's outburst and stayed silent for the rest of lunch.

~

By the time the final bell rolled around Harry thought he was in the clear. Little did he know soon after he sent Rita to the car Louis was going to strike.
Standing by in front of his locker Harry bends down to pick up the last binder that needs to fit into his bag. Then a strong hand presses into his stomach moving him into a standing position, where he is now pressed firmly to the front of Louis.

"Been avoiding me, have you?" Louis' voice was rough, angry.
"After that pretty little note you left, thought you wanted to chat" he pauses "I was wrong, do you always whore yourself out at parties Pretty Boy?".

Harry felt Louis' hand creeping up under his shirt. He couldn't believe how riled up this one little touch could get him.
"I was embarrassed, I was so needy" Harry's voice came out airy "always so needy when you touch me".

"Oh Baby, but that just how I like you, all needy just for me" Louis' other hand found its way up Harry's shirt "but you mad me very angry today, ignoring me. Why don't we wait till you prove you want it"

Louis toyed with Harry's nipples, making the boy gasp.

"Want it" Harry managed to say.

"Well Pretty Baby" Louis says well removing his hands from Harry shirt "I'm just not convinced". He slips a pice of paper into Harry's pocket and began to walk away. Leaving Harry out of breath and frustrated.