Confessions

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Louis POV
"Louis, are you serious?" My only friend Zayn pestered. I put the cigarette between my fingers and squished the ash so it burned my hands just the right way. "The hell if I know. He's the school fucking slut and I can't take my eyes off him." I said looking for Zayn's reaction.
I saw his eyebrows furrow. "Don't be stupid. Are you going to try and get in Harry's pants? You don't want him to be your first Louis, even if you're in love with the kid or whatever the hell it is you're looking for. You don't even have the balls to do something like that with him."
The things I've heard about Harry have never been outright that he blows everyone on the east coast, but Zayn told me he could tell from the way guys around here look at him. And I guess I had no choice but to believe him; Zayn knew a lot more about the world than I did. Harry's eyes were sunken, and his skin was the kind of porcelain you want to make sure no one ever ever breaks and I didn't have any other reason to why I craved him other than the way he moves. Like there are boulders on his head and moving is difficult.
"Are you saying that I don't have the means to go fuck Harry?" I challenged. Zayn snorted and rolled his eyes,
"That's exactly what the fuck I'm saying."
I rolled the cigarette filter in my hands and suddenly felt the urge to prove to Zayn that I was grown up. That I could handle myself.     Throughout all my highschool career Zayn had served as a guide, he had the most experience in everything life could offer; sex,love,betrayal,fights, great disappointments and great happiness, you name it and Zayn had done it. For once I needed to to do this for myself.
I smirked, "I'll fuck Harry right now. I'll bet you fifty pounds. By the end of the school day I'll be going back to his place." The words spilled out of my mouth before I could process them. I had never even fucking spoken to Harry, how was I gonna get back to his place? The only way in was to use his seat next to me in US History as an advantage.
"Fifty pounds it is then. You either fuck Mr. LoverBoy by tomorrow morning or you owe me Tomlinson."

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