sticky notes. l.s au

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11/24/22: damn over 7k

The next day Harry didn't leave Louis' side for a moment, he didn't skip his classes and he watched over Louis. He swore to himself to beat the living shit out of Mark if he heard about him hurting Louis ever again. He barely had enough restraint to hold back going to find him and absolutely wrecking him.

He never told Louis about what happened between him and Mark, he was tempted to when Louis told him about how his sticky notes had stopped. He also told him how Mark had supposedly written the notes, he pulled the note from his binder and showed him.

"Now, you tell me this seems like something he would do. It doesn't, does it? No! It doesn't, I know! It's so weird. I know it wasn't him, you know? It was too sweet to be him." Louis didn't at all give Harry a chance to answer, too focused on ranting.

Harry let him, "Well, he could have been lying and pretending to be that person to win you back. You did say the notes stopped right?" Harry felt bad about acting like he had no clue what happened when he in fact did.

"Yeah... that makes a ton of sense...I miss the notes. It was one of the only things that got me through my day." he pouted.

Harry sighed, "I know.". He hated that he had to stop, but he made tons at home to make up for it.

Now Harry was trying his best to protect the small boy, he knew Louis most likely would fight back if he wasn't terrified.

It was only lunch when Harry was bringing Louis to meet Niall. They were both surprised they hadn't met already considering they both knew and were great friends with Harry.

Niall and Louis had gotten along perfectly, it somewhat made Harry jealous a few times till he had to remind himself that Niall would never because he knew Harry had been crushing on Louis since secondary school.

"Hi, my name's Louis. I'm Harry's friend!" Louis introduced himself to the fake blond, shaking his hand. Louis seemed pleasantly surprised when he heard his Irish accent resonate through the air.

"Ay, how's it going, mate? I'm Niall, frog face hears talks about you all the time." Niall shook his hand.

Louis blushed a bit, "Good, good, yeah. All good things I hope," He grinned his charming 'Lou' smile and choose a seat wisely; one right where Harry had decided to seat himself while he met Niall.

While the newfound friends were smiling and taking their seats, Harry was glaring at Niall for telling Louis that he was the topic of their conversation most times. What if Louis thought he was obsessed with him?

Granted he was, but did Louis need to know that? No.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks Harry looks like a frog." Louis started a conversation, a smirk on his face as he looked at Harry to see if he was paying attention then to Niall, where his statement was directed to.

Niall's cackle filled the air as Harry's mouth fell open to an 'O' and he looked over at Louis with an offense.

"I know right?" Niall managed to get out and Harry pouted.