Dirty Secret | Larry Stylinson AU (Boyxboy)

Chapter 05

Harry sat down next to Liam and inspected the brown haired boy. Liam's eyes were shot and he rested his head on the table, arms crossed over his chest. He seemed very tired.

"Had a long weekend?" Harry chuckled.

Liam lifted his head a little bit, shot the curly head a glare and went back to his previous position. "Not so long at all. More an active one."

Harry could hear him smile and sat down on his chair. As always he just pretended to listen to the teacher. He wasn't interested in school or his education. He didn't even know what he wanted to do in the future.

With his pencil he scribbled on his block, without paying attention what he exactly he was doing.

"I think you should add a shadow there." Harry looked up to Liam, a confused look on his face. He pointed at the paper in front of him.

The curly head followed Liam's pointing and he studied his scrawl. It was bird. He added a small shadow at the stomach of the bird and turned the paper in Liam's direction to show it to him.

The brown haired boy nodded with a smile. "If you mirror it, it could be a great tattoo."

Harry cocked his head, eying his drawing and a thought in his head took shape.

"Yeah, maybe I should do that. Wanna come with me after school?" He asked Liam.

His friend nodded slowly and tried to hold back a yawn. "Yep. I already wanted to get my one tattoo corrected." He looked up to the blackboard completely ignoring Harry's facial expression.

His jaw dropped down and he tried to get back his voice. Liam cleared his throat and chuckled. "Surprised?" He asked. Harry just nodded and closed his mouth. "Well, a little bit maybe. I've never seen a tattoo on your skin."

Liam pushed his sleeves up and revealed his tattooed forearms. "Wow. I didn't know you are the type for tattoos."  Liam shrugged. "No one thinks that I'm the kind of guy who gets tattoos."

"So it's settled? After class, at the entrance?" Harry asked and his friend nodded, rolling the sleeves back down, hiding the colourful ink.

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Harry stood at his locker, putting his books away and waiting for Zayn to show up. He tapped with his fingertips against the cold metal of his locker and hummed a familiar melody. A blonde bubbly lad appeared next to him, jumping up and down. Harry bobbed his head up and down, trying to follow Niall's big smiley face.

He shook his head; put his hands on the Irish lad's shoulders, fixing his feet to the ground. "Niall. Please. I love you, but if you don't stop, I have to punch you."

Niall immediately stood still, eying the taller guy. "You are kidding, right?" Harry shook his head. "Nope" He popped the 'p' and grinned.

"Aaahm. Yeah. Saturday party? At my flat? Some truth or dare?" The Irish boy lifted an eyebrow. "Maybe some body-shots? I'm sure Lou will come if I ask him." His smile got bigger with every second. Harry shot him a glare.

"Sure, Niall. And after I took body-shots off of Louis and after I got totally drunk I'll fuck him on your bed. So hard, he'll moan so loud, you'll never get this sound out of your beautiful blonde head."

"Nuh uh. Leave the last part out and take him to your flat to fuck the living life out of him, then I will be fine with that." He lifted his index finger waggling it in front of Harry's face and his curly haired friend rolled his eyes.

"I know you Nialler. If I would fuck him at your flat, you would probably be the first one who'd asks to join." Niall sighed and waved his hand to stop this annoying topic.