Mad Hatter || l.s

little one

They were all lined perfectly, girls on one side and guys on the other - and Louis was obviously on the girls side. The petite boy listened as the beginning chords of the song Bust Your Windows began, carefully watching the unnamed man who stood across from him with brown, dazzling eyes. He went over the dance quickly in his head before they all stepped forward at the beat, everyone's gaze so strong and sharp.

Louis lifted up his hands to meet with Brown Eyes in the middle, his left hand on his shoulder and his right hand clasped in the man's slightly larger one. They gracefully moved around others who were dancing with them, barely looking at each other as it is apart of the whole routine. Suddenly, Louis lifted his leg up while Brown Eyes gently tipped him back afterwards, quickly bringing him back up so Louis could twirl into another mans arms.

This time, the feminine boy only had a second to study the mans face before he was forcing himself to think about the routine again, not noticing the curly hair that belonged to the man. It took Louis a while to figure out that it was the Mad Hatter who he was now dancing with, and when he did figure out he almost messed up his foot work. The boy forced himself to breath and not be fazed by this, he didn't want to mess up everything - even if he was still mad at Harry.

The Mad Hatter tips Louis' body to the side so the young boy was leaning against his bent leg, gently lifting him back up so they could start walking to the right with their hands clasped. And Harry has to admit, he's probably one of the best people to dance this song with but Louis just looks so gorgeous he thinks that even he could accidentally end up tripping over his own large feet and fall. Its not his fault he can't contain himself.

Soon, Louis is dragging his body away from Harry's (with their hands still together) and adroitly twirling his body back to him, only to be tipped down so his bare neck is exposed in front of Harry's eyes and the Mad Hatter just wants to mark him so that everybody knows that Louis is his. They continue on with their dance, more occasional swirls, walks, and tips. The dance and song ends with Harry holding the blue eyed boy's thigh to hold him steady as he bent his back obscenely.

Louis drags his body back up and he can't help but let out a soft smile until he finally comes to his senses and pushes Harry away, looking around frantically in hopes to find Brown Eyes. "Louis." he hears come out of the Mad Hatter's mouth, but he only shakes his head slightly and walks away, his breath suddenly picking up. He can hear the slight clicking of Harry's shoes behind him, which causes his vision to be clouded with unexpected tears.

When he finally spots Brown Eyes, he falters a bit. There the man was, talking to another woman with a smile on his face and his hand resting on her waist lovingly. Louis scoffs a bit at that, tears silently rolling down his cheeks as he crosses his arms at the sight. He sure seemed desperate when he wanted to dance with me, he thought bitterly to himself. Louis forgot that Harry was behind him, slightly jumping when he feels a hand on his forearm.

He turns around with a slight scowl on his face, reaching up so he could brush the tears away with his palm. Harry seemed to notice that he was crying, so he tries to bring Louis closer by the hip but the boy only steps back at the movement, holding his hands up as if he was surrendering. "No, Harry." his voice was stern but hesitant at the same time, swallowing thickly before speaking up again. "Why are you here?"

Harry looks around at the ongoing party with his arms to the sides, "I'm pretty sure this was an open invite, so," he shrugs relentlessly, as if nothing ever happened between them. Louis only licks his dry lips and rolls his eyes, giving Harry a cold and distant look. Harry continued on, unfortunately, "besides, there was a little word going around that Louis Tomlinson was looking for a companion so here I am." he flashes one of his dazzling smiles.

"Yeah, well that was my mothers idea," he pauses momentarily, thinking of a snarky remark to say so Harry could just leave, "besides, I would never go for someone as evil as you." he says through clenched teeth. Okay, maybe he lied but that wasn't the point right now. The main goal was to get the Mad Hatter out of his face so he didn't have another break down.

"I'm sure that's not what you were saying when you were moaning my name."

Louis' mouth falls wide open and he looks around, hoping nobody heard him. "You're sick!" he spits out, face starting to get red at the images that were pouring in his mind of when Harry and him got off with each other. He quickly brushed that aside, mentally scolding himself for thinking of such unpure things while this man was completely mocking him at the moment.

"No, baby, I'm just realistic." Louis makes a disgusted sound at his reply, walking around him without another word or look. Harry swiftly turns around and follows after him, jaw clenched as he had to get through many groups of people - and it was not easy. He ended up outside of what seemed Louis' room, his small heart breaking when he pressed his ear against the door and hears little sniffles coming from inside the room.

He quickly barged in without thinking, watching Louis scramble up from his bed and wipe his tears away with his sheets. "Leave, Harry, I don't want you here!" Louis screams at him, and Harry is thankful that they have another dance going on downstairs our people would've came up here and ask what the hell was going on. "Can't you see I'm -" the boy is quickly cut off by one of his loud sobs, watching him cover his mouth in hopes to stop the crying. Harry's heart ached at the sight.

Harry rushes over to the side of Louis bed, reaching out his hand and gripping his wrist to stop him from walking away again. Louis pathetically tries to take his hand away, little sobs coming out in the process. "Shh, hey, listen to me, princess." Harry quiets him down, his long pointer finger coming to Louis' mouth, motioning for him to be quiet. "Don't cry, pretty people aren't supposed to cry."

Louis' lips quiver and he looks down defeatedly, tears dripping onto his bed. "I just - I feel so guilty that even though you completely beat my friend, I still want you. And I'm not supposed to feel this way! I'm expected to push you away after I watched you do it and never speak to you again . . . but here I am, falling into your arms again because I don't know any better. Oh gosh, I'm so horrible," he places his hand on his face to cover his eyes, "and I'm in pain."

"Don't you know that pain is beauty?"

NOTE: hey y'all lol watch that little clip I put in the media because it's the way Louis danced for his masquerade ball with brown eyes and harry :000 step up 3 is life ;))