Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson were people one would dream to have or aspire to be. They belonged to the same frat, had the same group of friends and were both extremely popular. So one would think they would be the bestest of friends, Right? WRON...
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All things considered, Louis should really go to sleep.
It was already past midnight and he had a test tomorrow which he really really cared about, contrary to popular belief. Then on the evening there was the party for seniors that he was supposed to organize and fuck—Louis should really just sleep.
But he couldn't and he didnt know why.
Okay he did, but it wasn't that big of a deal anyway. It wasn't like Louis was a kiss-virgin or sonething. It wasn't like they actually kissed.
But they were about to.
Oh god, he was about to kiss Harry Styles, his arch nemesis who he most definitely hated. What the actual fuck was wrong with him?
Harry hadn't come out at all after Louis left his room so the latter figured he was taking the rest that he so clearly needed. Even though he hated Harry, he wasn't that cruel of a person to see the lad was truly unwell. He had been since that "prank gone sour" incident in Louis' room and if he was being honest with himself, Louis had been worried.
He'll admit, he was quite scared (okay, he was terrified) when Harry pushed him against the wall and almost punched him in the face. It was as if a dam had broken inside Harry and Louis was shocked to see the calm and controlled Harry Styles lose it for a second.
He would've probably appreciated the sight (What? Louis' a raging homosexual 'kay) if he wasn't at the receiving end of what would have been a bone cracking punch.
It all happened so fast. One minute they were agressively name calling each other and the next minute Harry was in his face and not in a good way. Thankfully, he had snapped out of it just before his fist landed on Louis' cheekbone. If Louis was terrified, Harry had been so horror-stricken that he himself (who would've suffered the impact) felt kind of guilty for provoking him to that extent.
Liam had told Zayn who in turn told Louis that the lad hadn't come out of his room for the rest of the day which meant he hadn't eaten anything... and well Louis had felt the guilt clawing his stomach. He guessed that that was why he had approached Harry the next day and helped him in the bathroom. And then that happened-an out of the blue almost-kiss that had Louis pacing in his room, sleep forgotten.
After many hours of brain-wracking, he finally came to the conclusion that when the two of them had agreed on a matter and genuinely apologized to eachother, their brains had been so shocked and confused that they malfunctioned for a minute.
Yep, that had to be it.
Now all Louis had to do was decide if they were gonna talk about it like adults or act like it never happened. Knowing the curly haired grinch, he'd probably want to forget it ever happened.
