One Of Her Students.

Chapter Nine

Harry could feel his eyes burning with tears as he walked home. He cursed at himself silently, wondering why he even let Louis kiss him like that. Especially how far it got. But god, it felt so fucking good. So hot. He honestly couldn’t remember the last time he kissed someone like that, besides Aiden.But Louis ran away from him. It hurt honestly, he knew it shouldn’t though. Especially since Louis’ the one who kissed him. He wanted to just scream and hide away forever, especially after tonight. God he was humiliated. He took a deep breath before opening Niall’s door with the spare key that they gave him. He found Niall sitting on the couch, glancing up at him.

"Where have you been for the past hour and a half?" Niall asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Just.. Uh, out." He answered, taking off his shoes and sitting next to Niall. He tried not to cry. He didn’t want Niall to see him like this, he had seen him way too many times in this state of emotion.

"Out where?" Niall asked, his eyes glued on Harry. He knew there was something up, he knew his best friend.

"I.. I met Louis at the park. That’s all." Harry muttered, knowing he couldn’t lie to Niall. He propped up his arm with his elbow and leaned against his hand.

"You met Louis? What about Eleanor, Harry? Ever thought that she isn’t okay with you, her student, running around with her boyfriend. I know you like him, it’s written all over your fucking face."

"Of course I’ve thought of that. Fuck, that’s all I think of when Louis and I hang out. But.." He trailed off, staring at his hands. "I forgot what it felt like to feel so ..wanted. I-I— Louis kissed me tonight. I knew it was wrong, but it felt so.." He trailed off, glancing at Niall.

There was a soft gasp then a, “Get some Harry.” From the blonde.

"He ran off after it though. I swear there’s something wrong with me." Harry said quietly, taking deep breaths to try to control his emotions. He knew it wouldn’t work in the end. He just hoped it lasted until he was alone.

"There’s nothing wrong with you, I swear. Maybe.. you should text him.." Niall offered.

"Yeah, I think I will. Anyways, I’m going to bed. Night night Nialler." Harry stood up, patting Niall on the head before making his way into his room. He stripped himself before throwing on some of his sweats and a t-shirt that Louis had loaned him. He found himself loving the way that Louis smelled. Like he felt safe when he wrapped up in his scent. He honestly just wanted to just hide away forever from the cruel world. He grabbed his phone, finding Louis’ number, and typed out ‘I’m sorry about tonight. I hope things are okay between us.’ then laid in his bed, waiting for a reply that never came.

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About a month passes and Harry doesn’t hear from Louis. It frustrated him so much. It hurt. It hurt like hell because he fucking missed Louis more than anything. He knew things were okay with him, that nothing tragic happened to Louis. Eleanor would sometimes get phone calls during class and she would answer them with a ‘hey Lou.’ or something like that. Of course, it made Harry die a little more inside. Louis was avoiding him and it was obvious. He had called Louis at least once a day. Sometimes he just wanted to hear his stupid voicemail to hear his voice. To hear the voice that he learned to trust and it gave him more reasons to never trust anyone. He just though that Louis was different. Sometimes when he needed someone to just talk to he would just talk into the voicemail, talking about his day or just a quick update on his life. It sounded creepy, but it kept him going. 

Louis on the other hand, hated seeing his phone light up with Harry’s name. He hated having to watch his name go away - telling him that he hung up. He hated listening to his voicemails. He hated it because he missed him too. He knew he couldn’t do anything that Harry would want him to do. He didn’t want to let Harry down. He didn’t even know if he was ..gay or if he was willing to just drop everything to someone who wasn’t even sure about him. It took everything in him to not just go to the park and just wait. He knew that Harry was there, but he knew he couldn’t do it. He was scared.