I'll be your Romeo l.s. (Boyxboy)

Chapter 7~ Lunch time drama

A/N: This takes place about lunchtime~

Harry's POV

I had gone up to the lunchline and ordered my usual, stuffed shells (pasta) with a garlicy (is that even a word?) breadstick, and walked back to my "popular" table, tray in hand. When I sat down I looked around for Louis. He said that he would tell me what happened today at lunch. There was no sign of him at all. I guess I was looking around for awhile because when I looked back to the table, Eleanor was looking at me weird, Liam and Zayn had their eyebrows raised and Niall was looking at me as if I had 12 heads. Niall was the first to speak up,
"You okay mate?" I smiled and replied that I was just fine before getting up to find him. People were calling for me to come back but I just kept walking. I went to the one place I knew I would find him.

Louis' POV

I sat down in the guys restroom, it was always so quiet here. Thats why I love it so much. I sat down in the stall that no one used because someone committed suicide in it. I cringed, I always hated the term suicide, I used to cut. No one knew and I always wore long sleeves and never wore shorts or swim trunks. I almost suceeded once; but my little sister came into my room and screamed. Someone knocked on the stall door and it slowly cracked open a bit. One green eye peeked through and I smiled almost immediately.

"Can I come in, and have some lunch with my boyfriend?" I giggled and he pushed the door open a bit more, revealing a tray of lunch.

"Come on in Hazza" I spoke softly, the acoustics in this bathroom were so much better than they should be, and I didn't want a teacher passing by to hear our convo. He smiled one of his dimpled grins and came in.

"Hazza?" I pulled my knees up onto the toilet and put my chin on top of my kneecap.

"Well of course, my Hazza, you called me Boo Bear.." I trailed off and he stepped in fully sittting down on the yellow tiles. He crossed his legs over one another in a way that looked in no way comfortable. He gasped (out of nowhere) and started to poke at my leg. I hissed in a way and he pulled back.

"What happened today babe?" (A/N OMG I CANT EVEN I JUST FANGIRLED) I frowned.

"Well when I got home, my dad asked where I was and I said at my boyfriends," my voice cracked. I didn't want that to happen. He reached up and wiped my cheek, I didn't realize I was crying..

"You don't have to tell me boo," He smiled reassuringly and dropped his hand to grab mine. Rubbing circles into the back of my hand, god I probably looked like an idiot. I shook my head and I continued, and my voice immediatly wavered.

"When I said I was at my boyfriend's house, he yelled and he grabbed the thing closest.. Bottle.." I started to bawl. Get it together Louis, your such an ugly crier.

Just stop crying already. Gosh.

Harry pulled me down on top of his lap, and I curled into him, almost in a instinct way. Like I was meant too. His hands rested down by my backside and his fingertips just grazed the lower part of my spine. My back arched slightly and he kissed by my ear lobe sending shivers throughout my bones. He kissed the nape of my neck, nuzzling his nose there, in my soft skin. I pulled back and turned my head to the back of the stall.

"This. Is not good for your reputation." I frowned at my own words and he pulled my head back to look at him in the eyes.

"I don't care about some stupid reputation when it comes to me and you. Forever could never be long enough for me to spend time without you." I closed my eyes and smiled, I breathed in his musky scent and he pulled me incredibly closer to his body. The yellow light from the bathroom hitting the sides of my torso made me feel all warm and fuzzy. Not to mention the fact that every time he breathes in my heart skips a few beats. If I listen closely I can hear that soft drumming pattern that was in his chest. I can hear the soft inhale and exhales of my curly haired companion. I imagined the feeling I get when he takes the pad of his thumb against my soft but calloused skin. He grabbed my wrist and looked at me sternly, damn. I guess when I moved, my sleeve slid up a bit revealing a few of my worst scars. Wonderful timing.

"Louis," I pressed my lips to his, cutting him off. He let go of my wrist and draped his arms around my shoulders. He pulled back way too early in my opinion and looked at me with sincerety. "Babe, tell me." I looked over to the stall door and wondered if I could make a bolt for it, without his long arms swooping in and grabbing me. I guess he sensed what I was plotting becuase he dropped his hands down to my waist and gripped the soft skin there, not going to lie that it hurt sincing as the scars on my hip bones were worse. (I guess we were both too drunk for him to realize them when we were having..well you know..) I really cant stand the way he was staring into my eyes. I could see the liquid gathering up under his eyes and I winced. I was never one to be able to watch someone that I love cry. (Wait, did I say love?) He pulled me closer into him and I slowly pulled back. "Louis. Tell me why. Right now."
He spoke sternly and quite frankly he scared me a bit. "Don't be mad at me. I'm a few days clean now. I was going through a bad part in life and I didn't know how to react with anything." I looked over at the stall door lock.
"Where."
I raised an eyebrow but he gave me a pleading look and I gave in. I pulled up my shirt a bit and I rolled up my sleeves, showing the arrangements of scars and words written in what I called a forever pen. Some were small and deep and some were long and shallow, I can picture the blade that I used for each cut, just by memory. I looked at Harry who was staring with wide eyes and I realized just how much he cared about me. He took out his pocket knife and handed it to me. I looked at him funny and he took a deep breath in, and back out puffing some warm breath onto my cheek.
"I want you to cut me,"
I immeadiatly tried to shove the knife back into his hands, as I interrupted him.
"Uhm no." He handed the blade back to me and put my fingers back around the neck of the pocket knife, making sure I didn't cut my fingers in the process.
"Right now. I want you to cut me as many times as you want to cut yourself." I thought about the remark for a moment, when it hit me like a ton of bricks. I dropped the pocket knife and lurched toward him, giving him a long kiss on the lips. He kissed back gladly and he put his hands into my pant pockets (which may or may not have felt really good) and sucked on my bottom lip, while somehow pulling back. He smiled and kissed me on the nose. "If you ever want to talk, you know where to find me."
I smiled and giggled a little "Do you wanna skip the rest of the day?"
I bit my lip, and trailed my fingernails down his back, eventually reaching the top of his bum. " Of course Louis."
I smiled and stood up, reaching out for his much larger hand, interlacing our fingers together. 

A/N: SO HEY. Long time no see eh? I'm sorry about how long I made you guys wait (for a absolutely sucky chapter) and I know it should've been up earlier. I just never got to it and I have so much going on right now...I have marching band in a parade and a few weddings I have to attend and help organize. Hopefully I will either be updating the strip dancing (maybe smut? Lemme know in the comments if you want some smut ;) ) later on today or tomorrow. 

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