Turn This Love Around (Larry BoyxBoy) Book 1

Two

The guilty feeling doesn't go away like it should. And honestly, Louis doesn't even know why he feels so bad about it, it isn't his fault the boy is so sensitive or whatever. He has always just been honest about things like that. Like the time Zayn got a blond streak through his hair, and all he did was call him a skunk for the time he had it. But, Louis still watches him in the astronomy class, and he notices how his nails remain dull and unpainted, and really, he feels a bit like the equivalence to shit.

(He also notices that the boy carries around bottles/jars/cartons of strawberry milk everywhere he goes, which is really fucking weird, but whatever. Louis' already established in his mind that the boy is strange.)

His chance to apologise comes quick and easy within the next few weeks, though, because it's too early in the school year to be burdened with such guilt, and also because the astronomy teacher is assigning a project that you can do alone or in partners, and Louis' never been one to work alone.

So he figures that this would be the best time to apologise to the mess of a boy, ease his degradable conscience, and also get a partner. That way he doesn't fall into an implication of depression, and the boy, or girl, or whatever he identifies as, can go back to painting his nails.

He sighs, picking up his Marvel comic book covered bag, and making his way to the front of the class. The boy is sitting there, picking at his own bag and biting at his lip as the people around him look for partners or begin their work alone. Louis sits next to him, ignoring the way the boy looks over startled. He stares straight-ahead at the giant board as he says: "So here's the thing," he starts, "I didn't mean what I said a few weeks ago to like, hurt your feelings or anything. If you like painting your nails, then you should do that, and not like, care if anyone else doesn't like it, because their opinions shouldn't matter, y'know?" Louis takes a breath, finally glancing over to see the boy wide-eyed and pink-cheeked. On a whim, he adds, "and like, I noticed you scraping it off, and that you haven't been wearing any, and I think you should, because that's what you like."

The boy blushes, and Louis thinks it might be the only thing he knows how to do. He also looks away, wringing his fingers nervously which makes Louis want to keep talking.

"Also, my name is Louis and I really want you to be my partner, so that maybe I can prove to you I'm not as big as a twat as I probably came off as." He holds his hand out, offering a shrug and a small smile.

The boy watches Louis' hand carefully, before gently wrapping his own around it and shit- it's fucking huge. Louis blinks, looking away.

"My names Harry," the boy says shyly, a small smile covering his own face as well, "and I wouldn't mind being your partner."

(The next day as Louis is walking through the lunchroom as a shortcut to his next class, he sees Harry. He has his strawberry, and a clean-cut sandwich. Louis also notices his nails are painted a light, bubblegum pink, and he can' help but to smile a little as he walks out the doors.)

*

They agree to meet at Louis' flat the following week to start the project. Louis cleans his room frantically, clearing away the mess piled up by his window so they can set up their telescopes. He picks up his dirty clothes, and stuffs all his shoes under his bed, and dumps the dirty dishes that are lying around into the dishwasher. He sneaks into Zayn's bathroom, and steals one of his fancy colognes to spray around his room so it doesn't smell so much like grease and masturbation, and honestly, he doesn't even know why he's cleaning his room. Louis doesn't even clean his room up for his dates- though he hasn't had any of those recently- and if anything, he just wants to get this over with.

"Mate, we've lived here over a year and I'm positive this is the first time I've seen you clean your room, what's going on?" Zayn's in the doorway, watching a distressed and pouty Louis stuff clothes in his closet, "and also, what is my cologne doing in here, that was expensive."

"Got someone coming over for a project tonight," he huffs out, flipping his fringe out of his face with a heavy breath, "and I don't want the first thing to hit them be the smell of endless nights of loneliness and masturbation."

"Wait, what?"

"Partner. Project. Tonight." Louis rolls his eyes, slumping his shoulders as he looks around his room proudly. Not too shabby.

"Can't you go to their place?" Zayn asks, ignoring all of Louis' sarcasm, and his hard work.

"Why?" Louis asks slowly with squinted eyes.

Zayn flushes, kicking a shirt to Louis. "I'm having someone over tonight and I was coming in here to ask if you would hang with Niall or something, because like, yeah."

"Wait, you're having someone over?" Louis asks, astonished, crossing his arms over his chest with a smug smile.

"Um, yeah?" Zayn says.

"Well, who is she?" Louis asks, stumbling up quickly.

Zayn mumbles under his breath, not meeting Louis' eyes.

"Come on mate, you know I won't care."

"It's not- It's not a girl."

"Oh."

"Yeah, like. I don't know. It's the first guy I've ever had feelings for and, yeah." Zayn blushes, biting at his lip.

Louis doesn't want to embarrass Zayn, at least not yet. So he cocks his head, and gently asks: "Well, that's fine, Z. Who's the special lad?"

"Liam," he whispers

"No fucking way." Louis whispers back, smirking as he bites at his cheek.

Zayns cheeks turn an even brighter red, smiling though, as he watches Louis stuff another shirt into his closet. "You don't mind, do you?"

"Mate, the only thing that bothers me is that you didn't tell me you liked Liam, because I could have so made this happen faster," Louis smirks, "other than that, I could care less. Just know, me and Niall are going to be giving you two so much shit."