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part ten

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neither boy know how to assess this situation without freaking the other out.

calum, on the other hand, has no problem outwardly making a big deal out of it. he's still blowing air out of his nose and snorting laughs rather loudly. "you guys are, like... what's the word... what's the word..." he flails his hands madly, scrunching his face up in concentration.

"mortified?," harry supplies, wishing he could sink into the earth. calum stops talking long enough to scowl at him, but then his face lights up.

he snaps his fingers dramatically, in victory, and harry winces. "soulmates! you're like soulmates!," he shouts joyfully, and both of the other boys blush hotly at that, fidgeting lightly at the stinging skin on their arms.

"that's a wee bit dramatic...," louis murmurs, a smile spreading over his face. he folds his arms over his blouse and playfully narrows his eyes at calum. which does, of course, make the australian boy laugh harder. even jesy is chuckling through her surprise. "hey, don't you get in on it," louis huffs, pointing a finger accusingly at the laughing girl. "cheers, mates, mighty well. harry, it's just me and you, these two are off their rockers," he stage whispers the last pary, and harry un-tenses a little upon realizing that louis isn't freaked out.

even though he kind of is.

"appears so," he adds, and louis nods, surprising harry by looping their arms together. "hm...," harry breathes out too quietly for louis to hear. it's just a silent sound of content.

jesy and calum calm down a little as they follow harry and louis out of the school. "your hair looks really good," louis compliments, noticing that harry has fixed it. he silently raises a hand and skims over it. it feels like he's touching silk. he really never imagined hick-harry to be anything past raunchy. god he feels stupid.

"i really like that, um, the skirt? it, um... you look good... in it! y-you look very good in it," he stammers, which just makes calum burst out in laughter again. "bugger...," harry mutters, and louis might suppress an amused smirk.

"thank-you," louis says after a moment, "i really like this" he twists his hips a little and the material lifts up like it would if he was in a fairytale. he sighs happily at the feelings of petite and feminineness he has right now, with his favorite outfit on, harry dwarfing him with his large arm thrown over his shoulder. he doesn't notice harry watching him, and he doesn't realize how much harry enjoys watching him do just small things. like; swirling in a dress, or picking everything off his pizza, or double knotting the laces to his doc martins.

"hey...," harry says, addressing everyone. "do you guys want to catch a movie? it's half off on wednesdays," he says, heart thumping in his chest. even though he is inviting everyone, it feels an awful lot like he's asking louis out on a date. baby steps. "i think that documentary type movie about tornadoes is out," he suggests, and jesy and calum groan, but louis perks up.

"yes! into the storm! it looks wicked - i've been trying to get jesy to come with me to see it," he says excitedly, sparing a glare to jesy, who just rolls her eyes.

harry grins at that, excitement growing. he nods his head quickly. "yeah, and the woman from the walking dead is in it," he says informatively, and louis nods, his eyes bright and excited. it's been a while since he did anything fun.

"i love that show! it's settled, then!," he cheers, suddenly remembering the two behind them as harry pulls his keys out of his tight skinny jean pocket. "and we can invite ash, jesy! he would probably like to get away from the club for a little bit?," he hums, and she shrugs a nod.