bad boys (l.s.)

sixteen.

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"I just want to call him mine." Louis groaned, flopping down onto his chair. Louis had gotten to one of his last classes, and was ranting to Zayn.

"Then ask him already! What are you waiting for?" Zayn said, and Louis shrugged. "Honestly. I don't know. I guess I'm just waiting for the perfect time when I know it's right." Louis said, and Zayn nodded. "I get it." He said, and Louis decided he didn't want to be in class anymore, so he invited Zayn for a smoke in the parking lot instead of this class. Zayn nodded quickly, and they left  for the back lot.

Harry and Louis met up after school in the parking lot with a hug, climbing up on Louis' motorcycle. They got home and Louis flopped on the couch, Harry following behind. They sat on the couch for a while, Harry tracing Louis' tattoos with his finger, causing goosebumps to appear on Louis' arm. Harry giggled, but pouted when Louis moved his arm to turn on the tv.

"What do you wanna watch, sweetie?" Louis asked sweetly, and Harry shrugged. "What about sponge bob?" He then said, and Harry nodded.

Harry whined after a while of watching it, and Louis turned his head toward the boy. "What's wrong, love?" Louis asked, and Harry blushed a tad, but just shrugged. "I'm boreeeeeeed." He dragged out, flopping his head into Louis' lap.

Louis played with Harry's curls as he said, "Well what will make you less bored?" To which Harry shrugged yet again. "I dunno." He said and Louis bit his lip. Hart watched him do so and licked his own lips, giggling. "What's so funny?" Louis asked, and Harry just shrugged and giggled again.

They didn't end up doing anything other than this.