sticky notes. l.s au

six

a week later, wednesday...

"Hey, hey, you, you, I don't like your boyfriend," Harry mumbled under his breath as he doodled on his worksheet. It was an almost a full week since that day, that wonderful and glorious day with Louis. He was in his Algebra class, mindlessly doodling because he was first done, Louis adjacent to him.

Louis was getting frustrated, he wanted to rip his work up as he cursed the person who thought to teach Algebra when most people didn't do anything with this in life. He scribbled down an answer and perked his head up at the familiar mumbled tune Harry sang next to him.

"Boyfriend?" He asked curiously, referring to him changing the lyrics. Harry looked up at the voice, a slight stutter in his heart at the sound of it.

"Mhm," He hummed easily, eyes shining with fondness of the boy. Louis smirked and poked him with a pencil, "Does someone have a blushy, wushy crushy?" He teased lightly.

Harry blushed and rolled his eyes, "S'not a crush. I am positive I'm in love," he said with a goofy smile. He winked at him and twirled his pencil.

Louis' eyes widened and his mouth dropped slightly, a tug on his heart. He was just a little surprised. He wasn't jealous, he couldn't be. He closed his mouth and gulped. "Oh..got a boyfriend? Girlfriend? Tell me about your love," he said quickly and rushed, leaning closer in interest.

Harry and Louis had gotten significantly closer the past week. Working on their project everyday after school and texting during the weekend.

Harry raised an eyebrow at his reaction and his interest. "Well, no. He's not my boyfriend, um. He's the sweetest boy ever and he's so fucking gorgeous. He's so small and feisty, he makes my heart stutter when I hear his voice and he is amazing towards his loved ones. He captured my heart completely and God, I wanna kiss him so bad...but he's taken," he pouted at the end, in a daze when he rambled on about him.

Louis listened, a subconscious frown on his face getting deeper and deeper. "Oh...seems like you really love him, don't ya?" He asked him, clearing his throat then smiling. He was happy for his newfound friend. He was.

He never has had many friends, it'd be stupid to mess this one up.

"Yeah...I really do." Harry responded after a minute then he sighed dejectedly at the fact that he most likely wouldn't ever get to kiss Louis. He couldn't stop thinking about it the closer they got. It tug at his heart being so close, yet so far.

They both seemed to fall into an uncomfortable silence, both too caught up in their own thoughts, granted they were about each other but neither knew. The pair mirrored each other's movements, bottom lips tucked under their teeth and thought expressions on their face.

Completely unaware of the others' thoughts.

While Louis scolded himself for not being happy for his friend, Harry drowned in his thoughts, miserable because he knew he had unrequited love.

Louis was first to break the deafening awkward silence, "I hope you get him." He smiled briefly and turned back to his unfinished work. Harry watched him with an ache in his heart.

"Me too.." He said a minute later and that concluded their conversation for the rest of class.

Once next class starts and they are both in different rooms, they have enough time to relax and just work to distract themselves from their awkward encounter.

'It got so weird so quickly' Louis thought. 'Well, I did make it awkward after he told him about someone else. Did I seem jealous? I hope I wasn't too obvious. Jesus fuck, I have a boyfriend anyway.'

Louis distracts himself with work and eventually when he's done, he wonders where Mark was. He hadn't seen him this morning, but then again, he was avoiding him so that was bound to happen. After he hung up on him last week, Louis successfully avoided Mark all day the next day. It was almost too easy, and it was. Mark showed up to his house and they got into a screaming match.

Louis had opened the door, expecting Harry to be over to work on the project, so when he saw Mark instead his heart fell understandably in disappointment.

  It made Louis feel weak in the knees as he gulped, Mark looked livid.

"What do you want?" He asked, not wanting to seem smaller than him, physique aside. He knew Mark loved seeming bigger than others.

Mark flared his nostrils and pushes his thick fingers into Louis' shoulder, "The fuck you mean, what do I want? You've been avoiding me, yeah? Why did you hang up on me yesterday? Hm? To fuck your little toy behind my back?" He growled, digging his fat pointer and middle fingers into Louis' shoulder, leading up to Louis wincing deeply at the sinking finger in his bone.

He grunted and grit his teeth, closing his front door quickly before Florence heard. "Get off of me!" He spits and his nose twitched angrily. "I didn't fucking cheat, get off right now or so help me!" He growled back, quite honestly a bit afraid of what Mark would do.

Mark removed his finger and stepped back. He's balling up his fists, "You said you had a reason to cheat," he said back while Louis rubbed his sore shoulder.

"I'm not cheating, asshole! But even if I was, I think I have a pretty damn good reason to do so!" He spat, turning away to angrily open his door.

Mark gripped his wrist and twisted him around furiously, "Slut, no you don't!" He was bruising his wrist with his tight grip.

"I'm sorry, do you think you own me?" Louis glared fiercely at him, Marks tight grip making him scream inside but he didn't show it.

"I don't think, I know I do." Mark's voice chills, making the hair on Louis neck stand up. He loosens his grip and gently pushes him against his door, staring directly into Louis' eyes, dark brown eyes swarming with red and gold, lust and anger.

He swallows slowly, keeping deep eye contact with Mark as he says, "Let go of me right now, Mark."

Mark smirks and let's go of his wrist.

"I can tell you haven't been touched, still weak under my touch." He touches the bottom of his chin with his finger before turning around and walking down the porch.

Louis' face scrunches in confusion at that. 'The fuck is he talking about? Does he think that shit was hot? He really gets off on fear, huh?"

"I'll pick you up tomorrow for school. Be ready by 7:30." Mark says without looking back, digging in his pocket for a fag and lighter. He lights up and gets in his car parked across the street.

They hadn't talked since then. He left before 7:30 the next day and successfully avoided him during school and doing his Science project at Harry's. A whole week and 50 texts later, he's still going strong.

35 minutes later when the bell has rung, he rushes to the bathroom and waits for the warning bell to ring. He'd rather be late to class then run into Mark. He even skipped some classes today.

After he's sure he won't be caught, he leaves the bathroom and heads for his locker. Spotting another note on his locker, he perked up. He felt better already.

The sticky note was a bright yellow, not the regular yellow pale color most sticky notes had, it was a pretty mustard color. In jet black ink it read:

"Not a night nor day goes by where I don't think of you. I hope you have a great day, someone out here loves you"

Hearts and small crows riddled the paper, it was adorable. Louis pulled out a pen, wrote the date and stuck it in his English book. He didn't hear anyone around, so he quickly left and went to his next class knowing he'd be chewed out for being late without a pass.

At least he has Harry to look forward to.

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