Mind Games | L.S

6 ; six

Harry finished off his coffee halfway through his second class of the day, and he is very thankful for it because without it he would most likely be sleeping right now. He didn't get to have coffee at his house this morning because he woke up late due to his alarm not going off because he set it for 6PM instead of 6AM, and it's safe to say that was one of the dumbest moments in his life.
He heard the bell ring and he got up, pushing his books in his bag before swinging it over his shoulder and walking out the door. He saw the sweet creature that he wished was his walking down the hallway towards him. His eyes scanned his body quickly as usual until he noticed the shirt he was wearing and Harry almost choked and passed out right then.
It was his own shirt that was wrapped around Louis' body. His shirt that he got a couple years back. He couldn't take his eyes off the older boy as he walked past him. Louis gave him a short dirty look and bumped his shoulder rudely.
Harry just turned to look at the boy of his dreams, the boy that makes his heart stop and annoys him at the same time.

"He's so confusing... He's wearing MY shirt, he says he likes ME, he calls ME cute, yet acts like he hates me." Harry thought to himself, shaking his head before looking forward, accidently bumping into someone, knocking their books from their hands.

"Oh, sh*t sorry!" Harry apologised quickly and leaned down, helping the person pick up the books he had made him drop.

"It's no big deal" he heard a deep voice above him say.

Harry looked up and saw a pretty, yet hot boy look back at him, with big brown eyes that made him have to take a breath.

"You... are very cute." The boy said, smiling at him.

This took Harry by suprise and he almost fell over in the hallway, hitting a couple people as he was still crouched down.

"Uh, t-thank you?" he said, almost questioned. He quickly stood back up and handed the boy back his books and smiled.

"I'm Ian" the boy said, "you're in my english and bio class, Harry?" he said, questioning if he got his name right.

Harry nodded, "Yes, oh well hi." he said awkwardly as the warning bell to get to class rang.

"I better get going to class, see you in bio." Ian said with a smile and walked off. Harry just nervously smiled back and practically ran to his next class.

**

Lunch time rolled around and he knew he was going to see Louis there. He sits a couple tables away from him, and in the perfect seat that he's always a glance away.
He arrived and sat at the usual table and watched as Niall sat next to him, as well as their friends Liam and Zayn. He said a quick hello to them as he watched them all dig into their food as he picked at his fries from his cafeteria lunch.
He saw Louis walk in, looking so good in Harry's shirt, and sit with his other friends and immediately start talking about something. Louis did look at him a couple times but he played it off as is he was looking over at the lunch line, or the door to Harry's right. He wanted to find out if Louis did like him, he wanted to know if Harry teased him at all if he would have a reaction, so thats what he did.
He innocently licked his fingers like be was getting the crumbs (or other) off of them, making complete eye contact with the older boy a few tables down. Thank God none of his friends noticed, they were all to focused talking about girls, which was fine because they all knew he was gay and had a thing for Louis so they knew to keep him out of those conversations.
He saw the boy take a deep breath and a couple sips from his water bottle, pretending not to notice what Harry was doing.
A few minutes of him teasing passed and he had noticed that Louis was getting bothered and Harry was bored with it now because his reactions were very little because he pretended not to notice him.

"I'm going to the bathroom" Harry said to his friends before walking off to the closest bathroom. He didn't actually have to use the bathroom but he wasn't hungry and to be honest he didn't want to watch Louis pretend to not know him anymore, or watch him in general, especially in his own shirt that he looked so damn good in, because he knew he couldn't do anything about his feelings.

He huffed at himself in the mirror before getting ready to walk out when the door opens and Louis walks in, looking almost angry, and so hot.

"What are you doing?" he asked the younger, curly haired boy in front of him.

"Can a man not use the bathroom?" He asked, pretending not to know what he means.

"You know what I mean. Just-" he said, taking a deep breath, "stop

"Why? Does it bother you?" Harry asked, not teasing anymore.

"Yes! It's just... you. You are so perfect, your perfect hair, your perfect face, your perfect lips, your perfect everything! It bothers me seeing you like that and not being able to do anything about it." The older boy confessed, his hands gesturing toward Harry's body as he spoke.

Harry suddenly got close to him, their chests almost touching. "Then f*cking do something about it." he said, his voice low in almost a whisper.

Louis pushed the boy back against the side of one of the stalls, his body pressed up against his and their faces, were so close to touching.
He then backed up, "I can't." he said sadly.

Harry let out a small sigh. "By the way, my shirt looks really good on you." he said with a sad face as he pushed past Louis and out of the bathroom to return to his friends.