coachella | l.s

Epilogue

Harry ran down the hall to meet Louis after his last class. Once he was in sight, Harry jumped onto his back, and Louis was quick to grab his thighs to support him better. Harry smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Hey Lou."

Louis walked onward, not struggling at all with the extra weight on him. "Hey, babe."

"Ready for tonight's Halloween party?"

"You know I am."

Harry giggled and held on tighter to him.

Niall wanted to throw this awesome Halloween party, and Louis was nice enough to let him have at his house. Louis would've thrown one himself, but he decided to let someone else take the reigns this year. He wanted to spend all of his time with Harry instead of hosting a party. Though, his "Tommo Parties", he calls them, are without a doubt epic.

"I've got my costume, do you have yours?" Harry asked as Louis carried him through the halls.

He nodded. "Just got it yesterday, luckily."

"Always last minute."

"Hey, other than spending most of my time with you, I've been studying for exams, and pop quizzes. I swear, those things are common."

"That's how it is in college."

"Well, I'm not a big fan."

Just a month before the school year, Harry had convinced Louis to attend UCLA after all. Louis would experience the University life, majoring in Music, and he'd see Harry more often. Liam was a bit sad to lose his right hand man, but he was happy and excited for him. He was in England right now managing a new upcoming band.

Even though it had taken quite the while for Harry to persuade him, Louis applied once more for the University, and fortunately, with the help of Liam, he was accepted. He didn't get a dorm, for he had his own residence, but whenever he had the chance, he would hang around with Harry, or Harry would come over to his place. There was nothing that could keep them apart.

"You get used to it after a while," Harry said. He hopped off Louis' back as they approached his dorm. Louis entered after him, and Harry set his backpack on the ground.

Harry let himself fall onto his bed, a bit tired with today's classes. Louis closed the door, dropped his stuff near the wall, and sat at the edge of Harry's bed.

"Now you look more stressed than I do."

"That's accurate."

Louis reached for Harry's hand, and kissed it softly. "What's up?"

Harry sat up lazily, and crossed his legs, but made sure not pull his hand away from Louis'. His touch still made him feel tingly, even after their already six months of dating. There was never a time where being near or touched by Louis that Harry would not feel the sparks. They were always there.

"Ms. Frederick is giving me hard time, and again for no reason. I've been doing all class assignments, and homework, even studying twice the amount one would in her class, but she just looks at me like another try hard."

"Happens when you're known as the teacher's pet, eh," Louis teased.

Harry glared at him. "I worked hard, and a little kissing ass did help me a bit, but I'm so much more than that. I know how much I deserve to be here. And she knows it too, but she's pushing me aside, and it's seriously beginning it irritate me."

"Babe, relax." Louis pulled Harry into this arms. "Ms. Fredick doesn't know you like I do. She doesn't know how much you earned your placement."

Harry laughed. "It's Ms. Frederick, Lou."