Bully Me [Larry/Ziall | AU]

Bully Me : Chapter 43

[Sorry for the late update T_T ... I hope you'll enjoy this chapter :) ! ]

Chapter 43

unedited

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'I am so happy for you guys!' Niall squealed. 

'Calm down Ni. It was just a dance.' Louis laughed but hugged back the Irish lad. Harry chortled besides him and shook his head. He still wasn't used to the way Niall touched him. The misunderstanding of their relationship had been dissolved but he still felt a little possessive over the guy touching Lou. 

'Harry?' 

'I am fine.' the lad assured him from above Niall's shoulder. There was a small smile on his face, trying to give him a positive response but Louis knew better. He sighed and stepped back from Niall. 

'What's wrong?' Niall asked and frowned at the distance Louis had put between himself and the guy. 

'It’s nothing. Hazza is going green with jealousy out there. So Louis decided to step away.' Zayn explained and laughed at Harry's expense. 

'Shut up Zayn! That's not true.' Harry shouted but his red face told a different story altogether. 

'Yeah, it’s not.' Niall mimicked Harry and burst into giggles. 

'Guys! That's enough.' Louis chided and took hold of Harry's hand, pulling him to the other side of the room. Niall and Zayn were still exchanging smiles over the couple's retreating back, not that Louis cared. 

Right now, he was too happy about their dance to worry about what the others thought about them. Even if they didn't dance on the entire number, Louis still managed shake a leg without stepping on Harry's toes. The lad had guided him all through the dance, touching him in the most intimate ways he could have imagined and yet appeared calm about it. He still remembered Harry's fingers burning into his back, trailing lower then was appropriate. It had caused Louis to gasp softly and Harry to give him a wide smile. 

He had continued to torture him with all such small touches, with his fingers trailing along his hand, taking it into his arms and placing it on to his neck. The action had been a slow one, where Harry took the opportunity to pull him closer, letting him know the excitement thrumming through his body and setting Louis on fire. Their chests had collided and Louis almost missed a beat, causing his breathing to hitch to a new level and his eyes glued to his lips. 

His eyes didn't even notice the knowing smirk on Harry's lips as Louis's mind came up with all sorts of fantasies and ways to kiss those plump lips. All he could think about was the need to get closer to the curly haired lad and ignore the audience watching him with disapproving eyes. 

But as opposed to his belief that his fellow mates would be disgusted with their dance, the girl, Melissa was the first to approach the dance floor with her two friends. She had given them a nervous smile and had started to sway to the music ignoring the both of them. 

'See. I told you it wouldn't be so hard.' Harry had whispered, smiling down at his widened eyes. 

Louis would have never believed the miracle that was taking place if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. 

After the initial awkwardness of watching just the two boys dancing on the platform, the rest had eventually decided to join them. Some of the less ignorant classmates joined them, followed by the rest of the crowd.