Chocolate Kisses // ☆

•the one where it begins to unravel•

👀 oh oops it's not the weekend but what the hell.

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He felt awful. He didn't think it would ever go this far. He tried to look for ways, for anything that could have him back out, but he found none. He didn't know how longer he could this, why did he ever agree?

And now. Looking at their entwined hands, at his warm smile, he's sickened with himself with what he's doing. So he wills the butterflies away, because this wasn't supposed to happen, not now, not after he said he'd do anything to break him, no matter what.

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Harry leaned down and kissed Louis on the mouth, Louis giggled against his lips, and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck to keep him close to him. Their mouths moved against each other in a sweet moment shared by only them, but glanced at by many others who just couldn't look the other way.

"You really are so beautiful," Harry murmured as he pulled back and helped Louis grab his books.

Louis slapped him on the arm playfully, "saying that a million times a day won't make it beautiful."

Harry fake gasped, "It's only the truth Lou. Anyone would be crazy not to see it. Everyone here thinks so and its why everyone here probably hates me."

"Why would they hate you? If anything I feel like the girls here are all banding together to murder me." Louis laughed.

"I don't care about them, you're the one I care about. Finally I can have a reason to fuck someone up if they say shit about you," Harry flexed his muscles and glared at some of the guys that walked by, he's had to endure most if not all, bluntly describe what they would do to Louis for the past some months and he's gotten quite sick of it.

"Likewise Harold." Louis smiled at him, and Harry walked him to his next class. Louis waved bye and took his seat. Liam arrived as the last few people came in.

"Hm." Liam said to acknowledge Louis. Louis grinned at him and took out his notebooks.

He couldn't quite ignore the glares that he felt were coming his way, but his smile only grew because, he frankly didn't care. He was copying the notes from the board when his pencil was taken from his hand, and his notebook from his desk. "Hey!" He looked up, and saw a well manicured hand holding his pencil, as well as cold grey eyes glaring at him.

"How the heck did you snag Harry Styles, you tacky bitch." The girl demanded.

"I'd appreciate my stuff back." Louis said.

Her grey eyes analyzed him, she wrinkled her nose. "Honestly how the actual f-ck did you get him? You're like a nobody. You're ugly as hell. His taste must be easy sluts." She smiled tauntingly.

"Obviously not, because from what you're telling me he's never been into you." Louis said coolly, he took his pencil back, and her friend who was holding his notebook was too stunned to keep a tight grip on it and so he took that back as well.

She gasped, her fist tightening at her side and shook her head. "You're such a fuxking slut Tomlinson. He's going to leave you like he's left others before you."