It's Complicated || Larry & Ziam [COMPLETED]

twenty-one

A ninety-one. Louis got a ninety-one on the exam.

He couldn't believe it. He even checked his name on the paper to make sure it wasn't a mix-up. But there his name was, next to the big red 91 with a few red circles around it. He did it. He actually got an A on a test, something he hadn't done since he was twelve. Harry had helped him. Harry had taught him what he needed to know, and had encouraged him to do it. He was the reason for Louis's success. Louis felt a rush of emotion as he glanced at Harry beside him.

"What'd you get?" He asked, his voice hoarse from pure shock.

"Ninety-six," Harry said, satisfied. "What about you? Did you get a good grade?"

"Ninety-one," Louis told him, still in awe. "A ninety-one. Thanks to you."

"I knew you could do it. It had nothing to do with me. You did it, Lou."

Louis had never liked anyone more.

He felt spontaneous, like this one test grade allowed him to do anything. He could tell Harry about his confusing feelings, or confront his parents, or anything. He felt like he could do anything. All thanks to this boy sitting right next to him.

"We need to celebrate," Harry continued excitedly. "I'll get Liam and Zayn and we can do whatever you want — anything. You deserve it."

Louis could do nothing but look on with a find smile. Harry was so nice and caring and sweet.

"Why don't we all just go to the bakery? It seems like a good place for us, anyway."

Harry grinned. "Alright."

Louis smiled in return. What a miracle it was.

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"There's the man of the hour," Harry greeted him happily as Louis walked into the bakery. Harry was wiping down one of the tables, and Liam and Zayn weren't there yet. No one was there, actually. "I'm really, really proud of you. I told Liam and you should've seen his face. It was great. Zayn was really happy for you. I doubt they could possibly be as happy for you as I am, but they can at least try."

Louis laughed in pure joy as Harry hugged him tightly. He savored the feeling, hanging on just a little too long to be normal. Harry smelled so good, like flowers and vanilla and comfort. His hug felt amazing. Louis hoped he couldn't hear his pounding heart.

"You can get whatever you want — on me. It's not much, but I can at least fuel your tea addiction a little more."

Louis couldn't take it anymore. He brought a hand up to cup Harry's cheek and kissed him liked he dreamed of since that first time at that party. He silently willed Harry to kiss him back — the other boy was still, not pushing him away but not kissing him back either. Please, Louis thought helplessly. Please just kiss me. Kiss me once. Just show me that everything will be okay.

Finally, Harry's lips moved. He wasn't hesitant about it anymore, much to Louis's relief. The taller boy kissed him hard, his lips moving furiously and expertly, like he'd kissed Louis a million times before.

It was more perfect than Louis could have ever dreamed about. Harry's lips were softer and better than any girl he'd ever kissed, and his big hands settled possessively on his waist. Louis found himself wanting more and wound his arms around Harry's neck to pull him impossibly closer.

Louis felt himself running out of breath, but he didn't care. He didn't need oxygen as long as he could breathe Harry in instead. In that moment, it felt like he wasn't an asshole or stupid or straight or maybe not straight or anything. He was Louis, and he was Harry's, only in that moment. That was all that mattered.