One Of Her Students.

Chapter Sixteen

The plane ride seemed quicker than they expected. They slept most of the way, waking up for a few hours at a time before dozing off again. They always seemed to be touching - even when they didn’t realize it. They just realized that they actually could touch in public now. That they were getting away from the town that knew who they were and who they were with. No one would know any of that stuff on the plane or in New York.

It seemed as if the closer they got to Gemma’s house, the more nervous Louis felt. Which was weird because it seemed like he was more nervous than Harry was. It made Harry laugh because he knew that Louis was nervous. He noticed the way that he would constantly bounce his knees at times, or just how sweaty his palms were at points when their fingers were connected. But Harry wasn’t really nervous, he was excited. It had been about two years since he last saw his sister - someone who was his best friend when they lived in the same house. But she moved to New York right after Aiden died because she saw the way that their mum was going insane basically and she was sick of the way she saw her treating Harry. He remembers her begging, in tears, for him to come with her. But he denied it, even though he really wanted to. And he knew it would’ve been the right thing to do, to just go with her. But he couldn’t just leave his mum alone. He felt like she needed at least someone. But she took that for granted. He felt like that was such a waste now since she was dead - he took all her shit for nothing basically.

"You okay Lou?" Harry asked, letting out a chuckle. He watched the boy fiddle in the seat next to him.

"Oh, I’m fine. You?" Louis returned, scratching the back of his neck with the free hand that wasn’t tangled with Harry’s. "Just a little scared of flying, that’s all." 

"Wow, so you’re just now telling me this once we’re about to land?” Harry rolled his eyes.

"Sorry babe, guess I forgot." He grinned, playing with their fingers. "You know, I’m really happy we did this. I feel like we don’t have to ..hide anymore. At least for a few days. I feel like we’re free almost.” He leaned over and nuzzled his face into the side of Harry, “That was too cheesy wasn’t it? I should just stop.” He mumbled into the nape of his neck as the plane came to a bumpy landing.

Harry used his other hand and caressed Louis’ cheek almost in a playful way of silent saying it’s okay. "No. I like when you say stuff like that." Harry said quietly, almost so quiet that Louis didn’t hear. He didn’t respond because he knew what Harry was thinking. Louis barely said anything about his feelings towards the younger boy. Mostly because when he did, guilt ate him alive. But sometimes he felt brave and did so anyways, but sometimes retracted - afraid of rejection. He knew Harry wasn’t going to reject him, but there was always that small fear that he had with anyone. 

Harry’s finger softly smoothed Louis’ furrowed eyebrow, whispering, “We’re here baby.”

Louis’ stomach tightened at the new term of endearment that Harry had just called him. Baby. It made whatever they were seem so much more real. Louis just stared at Harry with intense eyes. He wanted so badly to just ravage the boy and have his filthy way with him. The sudden sweetness between them made Louis want the boy so badly. Harry just sort of stared back at Louis, noticing the way Louis kept just watching the him. Maybe calling him that wasn’t a good idea.. He frowned, suddenly feeling a bit nervous of his reaction. But his eyes caught the bulge in Louis’ sweatpants and he looked away quickly. He held his breath to try to hold in his laughter. His attempt failed though, a small giggle escaped his lips - then a loud laugh sounded throughout the plane.

Louis rolled his eyes, knowing what he was laughing at. “Shut up.” He brushed his sweatpants off, glaring at him. “It’s your fault, you twat.”