One Of Her Students.

Chapter Two

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Two days passed and Louis didn’t see Harry. He kinda figured that Harry would be back, since that’s what he told him. But he wasn’t. Louis was curious about Harry. Something about Harry caught Louis’ eye and he wasn’t sure what that thing was. Louis didn’t ask Eleanor about Harry though. He didn’t want her to know about his sudden interest in the younger boy. She didn’t mention him once, which made him even more curious with what was going on. Being honest, he was slightly disappointed he didn’t see the boy.

It was Wednesday now. It was around the evening when Louis returned back to their house after he was done hanging out with his best friends, Zayn and Liam. When he opened the door, he threw his keys on the counter and quickly spotted Eleanor in the kitchen, talking to someone. He moved inside and saw the same green eyes meet his from the other day. Harry. 

Louis shuffled inside awkwardly and walked into the kitchen, meeting Harry’s eyes again as Eleanor greeted him with a big grin. Louis returned the smile and glanced at Harry, “Hey Harry.” He said causally.

"Hey." Harry said simply, watching Louis walk around the kitchen as if he was looking for something. 

"We’ve been in a tutoring session for about an hour and we were getting hungry." Eleanor explained, smiling. She walked over towards Louis and kissed his cheek lightly.

Louis nodded and sat down at the table across from Harry who kept his eyes on his sandwich. 

"I’ll be right back!" Eleanor said, running into the other room.

"So." Louis said, looking back at Harry. "Did I get you home on time, Monday?" Louis asked, giving him a cheeky grin. Harry looked up at Louis, breaking his stare from the sandwich in front of him. Louis studied Harry’s emotionless face until Harry gave him a small nod in return.

"Yes. Thank you." Harry said simply.

"I didn’t think you would actually be back, to be honest." Louis said, reaching over at Harry’s leftovers and picking off a piece of his sandwich before putting it in his mouth.

Harry watched Louis chew his sandwich. Ignoring what Louis said, Harry spoke quietly, “I didn’t want that or anything.”

Louis shrugged, “I’m hungry. I can’t cook. I see food. I eat it.”

Harry let out a small chuckle, the first honest emotion that he showed since Louis walked in. He pushed his plate forward and towards Louis as if he was offering his food. Louis didn’t hesitate and he took the sandwich right off the plate to finish it off.

A few minutes passed with just them sitting in silence, giving each other a few smiles as Louis continued eating Harry’s sandwich. Eleanor walked back into the room and held a few books in her hands, “Okay Harry. Get your paper for the chart out.”

Louis stood up with the sandwich still in his hands, “That’s my cue to leave. Bye.” Louis gave Harry a small wave and gave Eleanor a wink before walking out of the room and into the livingroom.

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As the tutoring session came to an end, Harry stood up and walked to the door. He looked around the room for a second as if he was looking for something. He awkwardly caught Louis’ eye, who was sitting on the couch and watching TV.

"Need a ride again?" Louis asked, standing up. He was in some sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. He had been watching him curiously and it seemed as if Harry’s eyes screamed for some help. Something about Harry was just weird. And Louis wanted to know what it was. Harry’s hand paused at the doorknob before answering Louis’ question.

"Uhm, if you don’t mind." Harry said, turning around to face Louis.

"Nope, I have nothing else to do. Don’t want to miss your curfew again?"

"You could say that.." Harry mumbled, turning back to the door and walking to Louis’ car.

Louis watched him walk to his car as he walked to the driver’s side and got inside of it. He turned to Harry before he started to drive, “So, Harry..”

Harry looked at Louis as he started to drive. “Yes?” He asked raising an eyebrow.

"What’s your story?" Louis asked, keeping his eyes on the road but every few minutes he made sure to glance at Harry.

Harry stared at Louis a bit shocked at his question. For some reason this question made him feel nervous. No one ever asked about him or what was wrong with him. It was new. Especially if they knew that he had a ‘story’. He stared down at his hands, feeling a bit uncomfortable as he answered.

"M-my story?" He asked, looking up. "What makes you think that I have a story?"

Louis shrugged as he continued to drive. “I don’t know, you just look like there’s a story behind you.”

"Don’t you think that’s a bit personal?" Harry asked nervously.

Louis just shrugged again, “Yeah. But you can trust me. I won’t tell. You just look like you’re holding back a lot of things…” He paused seeing Harry’s expression, “You don’t have to tell me if you really don’t want to. I’m just curious, that’s all. Sorry.”

Harry watched Louis, thoughts running through his mind. Someone he just met a few days ago saw right through him. Everything he tried so hard to just push down within him was visible to Louis. The silence drowned his ears as he just stared at Louis as if he was trying to just figure this boy out. Louis felt Harry’s eyes on him and he felt awkward at the attention on himself. 

"L-Like what?" Harry finally spoke, looking away towards the window.

"Hmm.. Well, let’s start with.. Why do you have this curfew that you get so nervous about? I mean, I understand that you’re 17 and you don’t want to miss your curfew, but you just seem so …terrified about it."

"I’m 18," Harry corrected awkwardly, "And let’s just say.. my mum and I don’t ..er.. get along sometimes. If I don’t come home when she want’s me to.. it could turn out ..ugly." Harry said quietly, looking at Louis to find a reaction. Louis was honestly one of the first people he told about any conflict with his mum. He felt comfortable telling him for some reason. His eyes were basically pleading for him to keep quiet about this conversation.

Louis nodded, not really knowing what to say. “I’m sorry..” 

"I really don’t need your pity, honestly. I’ve had enough of that in my life so far. I don’t need it from another person."

Louis stayed silent, “I don’t know what to say..”

"Why?"

"Because I feel like anything I say could be the wrong thing to say." Louis said honestly, he glanced back at the young boy again before looking back at the road. 

"Why do you even care?" Harry mumbled, glaring at the window. 

"I— I really don’t know.. I just feel like you just need a friend or something. There’s something about you that …confuses me.. That sounds creepy." Louis said letting out a laugh. He awkwardly scratched his head as he pulled up to Harry’s house.

Harry turned to Louis giving him a small smile, “Thanks again for the ride.”

Louis gave him another awkward smile as he watched the boy disappear out of his car and into his house.