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|seventy-eight|

28 September 2017

there were only twenty minutes of english class left to spare, when harry stumbled in through the door, interrupting the monotone professor and bringing louis' insistent bobbing foot to a stop. louis finally took his eyes off the wall clock which he'd spent glaring at for the most part of the class. the thing is harry was never late, ever, so it being the first time- though he'd prefer never admitting it to him- his concern was rational.

harry, on receiving a silent nod from the professor, crosses the room in long strides, to flop into the seat next to louis, dressed in a simple navy hoodie and black skinnies. louis gives him a sideways glance, lifting an eyebrow as harry presses a soft kiss to his cheek, earning smiles from a few students, a roll of eyes from zayn behind them and a sigh from the professor, because no matter how many times he'd asked him to keep his hands and lips to himself during class, the kid would never learn. 

louis brushes a hand across his fringe, sitting up straighter to fight his own smile of fond. after the professor goes back to droning on about the upcoming exam, he catches another glimpse of harry, who he sees taking deep breaths, a rosy pink tinging his cheeks, meaning he'd probably run all the way. he narrows his eyes at him, receiving a small smile in return.

louis picks up the pen lying next to his spiral notebook on the desk before scribbling out a messy 'where were u?' and directing it towards harry.

harry takes the pen from louis, penning down a 'woke up late'

louis' mouth forms an 'o' as he nods. he takes back the pen, writing out 'why? dreaming about me?' and smiling cheekily up at harry. 

he gets a 'maybe' in a neat, slant scrawl. he looks back to harry to receive a wink and grin. 

they smile at each other for a moment more before louis softly clears his throat, turning to a different page of his blank notebook. louis so badly wanted to reach out and touch harry, kiss him, rake his fingers through his curls. they hadn't had a chance to see each other all weekend because harry and family had gone off to cheshire for a family thing on friday and only gotten back last evening. and he wouldn't see him for the rest of the day either because english was the only class they had in common was rather the buzzkill. 

the bell finally rings after what feels like ages and harry wastes no time in taking louis' hand, giving zayn one of those cringeworthy peace signs that were a silly symbol for acknowledgement among them as they pass by him, and leading them away from the dispersing crowds. 

caging louis against a wall, harry kisses him in a way that makes him feel fire course through each vein in his body. his hands instantly travel up harry's body to knot in his curls as harry's grip tightens on his waist. everything around them just dissipates as the tenderness and passion morph into something indescribable, the only feeling left in louis' body that of the warmth from harry.

when they pull away for breath, chests heaving in and out, foreheads resting on each others, harry whispers a "hey" into the air between them.

louis opens his eyes to stare into the green ones, a foolish grin spreading across his face, "hi"

"i missed you so fucking much, lou" harry says, nuzzling his face into the side of louis' neck.

"me too" he replies, hands sliding down to hang loosely around his neck. harry lifts his head to plant another kiss onto his lips. harry just keeps staring at him with a smitten look after he pulls back, and louis flushes a pink shade.

"why are you looking me like that?" 

harry's smile spreads wider, "because... no reason" he shrugs, "and because maybe i have something to tell you?" he says in a suggestive tone.