Be asking how's it going (say the goings well)

Naamloos deel 5

Harry is on edge for the rest of the week as he waits to see where Louis will hide the next note.

But he never gets one and the weekend comes without incident, Louis being quiet and attentive in the back of class, not even meeting Harry's eyes once.

He makes it through the weekend and manages to only think of Louis once when pulling himself off in the shower. Which. He deserves a medal or something for that.

He's rushing out the door Monday morning, late as usual, when he nearly trips over something on his door step.

He bends down to pick up the neatly folded clothes he'd let Louis borrow last week and puts them in the crook of his arm as he catches the single note that falls out of them.

Dear Mr. Styles,

I can be inconspicuous.

555-8925

Harry can't help but to chuckle at the note before folding it up and pushing it into his back pocket. He opens his flat door and tosses the clothes onto his sofa before hurrying to his car.

*

As it would turn out, Louis can be so inconspicuous he doesn't even show up to class that day and Harry has to squelch the disappointment he feels at that.

After fourth, his head is in a different place for the rest of the day as he can't stop thinking of all the reasons Louis didn't bother to come.

The idea that Louis finally realized what they did was wrong and decided to tell someone briefly flits through Harry's mind but he pushes the thought away immediately, knowing Louis wouldn't do something like that.

By the time Harry reaches his car at the end of the day, he's come up with a million different scenarios as to why Louis didn't come to class and he's practically itching to pull his phone out and send him a text to make sure he's alright.

He fights himself on the whole ride home, torn between how improper it would be to use the phone number given to him and how much he really just wants to speak to Louis.

He's been sitting on his couch for the last twenty minutes, staring at his phone and the crumpled piece of paper in his hand, lip tucked between his teeth. And he decides to just go for it.

Harry: Why weren't you in class?

It's fifteen minutes of Harry tugging on his hair, pacing the living room floor, and flipping through random channels on the telly later that he gets a response.

Louis: I was waiting for your text. Miss me?

Harry nearly slaps himself at his own stupidity. Of course Louis would think of something as clever as not showing up to class the day he gives him his number to make Harry wonder and feel like he has to text him.

Harry: You're such a brat. You skipped on purpose. You knew it would get me to text you.

Louis reply comes instantly.

Louis: Maybe. It worked, didn't it?

Harry huffs out a laugh at that and shakes his head as he thinks of what to respond with. Another message comes in though and he opens it quickly.

Louis: I want to see you.

Harry sighs and runs a hand through his before chewing on his lip, contemplating.

Louis: Please.

Harry reads the text three times before he's off the sofa, sliding his shoes back on and walking out the door to his car, texting Louis on the way.