nineteen

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Thank you all for 33k and for 200 comments last chapter holy fucking shit. Thank you for every vote, comment and read you all send my way. I honesty appreciate it more than you even realise.

I had two versions of this chapter but decided to go with this one. Please let me know what you think. I hope you all enjoy.

Shoutout to playboymembersonly for all the help and support she gives me constantly. I love u dorito with all my fucking heart. Pls don't hurt me for this xx

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Harry groaned when he opened his eyes, not pleased with the bright light shine through the gap in between his curtains. He felt a weight on his chest and looked down to see that it was Louis snuggled up to him. Harry could practically feel himself watch the smaller boy in fond, he never wanted to relive a minute more than the moment Louis slowly opened his eyes and made eye contact with Harry.

This was something Harry could get used to. Something he wished he was given the chance to get used to. Waking up next to Louis was a fucking dream and he wanted to experience it every single day.

"Fuck, I'm so sorry," Louis informed. Harry furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"For what?" Harry questioned. He couldn't think of anything that the smaller boy had to be sorry for. Louis was perfect, in every aspect of the word.

"For kissing you." Louis answered sheepishly. Louis sat up, causing Harry to miss the warmth of him lying on his chest. The smaller boy looked so stressed and all Harry wanted to do was make him feel relaxed.

"I should have stopped you earlier, for that I'm sorry," Harry said, sitting up like Louis was. They both sat cross-legged. Louis sighed before shaking his head.

"I don't know what I was thinking," Louis admitted, "It's my fault. You have nothing to be sorry for."

Harry remained quiet for a moment, letting Louis' words sink in. He couldn't help but feel a bit dirty, like he was used in some kind of way. Harry hated feeling this way, he hated not ever knowing what to do with these feelings he had for Louis.

"Are you going to tell Tyler?"

"I have to," Louis nodded with a sigh.

"He's going to kill me," Harry pointed out. He knew for a fact that once the news was broken to Tyler that he would stop at nothing to make Harry's life a living hell.

"I won't let him or anything hurt you." Because I already know that I have done it myself.

"What are you going to say to him?" Harry wondered. He wanted to know how Louis felt about this kiss. Louis was always the first thing on his mind in every situation.

"I'll tell him that it didn't mean anything, that I take all responsibility," Louis told him. Harry felt his mouth go dry, the words spilling from the smaller boy's mouth making him feel sick, "I have to go but I'll call you after I speak with him."

Louis leaned over to press a kiss onto Harry's cheek, lingering for a moment before climbing out of the bed. Harry watched as Louis walked into his ensuite bathroom, finally feeling like he could properly breath. He couldn't believe what had happened in the past few weeks. Louis had been his ultimate crush for years, it was such a cliché but here he was, stressing over the fact that they had just kissed because Louis has a boyfriend. A boyfriend who was a complete douchebag.

Louis came out of the bathroom, clothes that he had borrowed from Harry for the night neatly folded in his arms as he placed it onto Harry's desk. The smaller boy sent Harry a small smile.

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