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"Dulce periculum." - Motto of the Scottish clan MacAulay
LOVER BOY
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Henry was pacing in front of the art classroom, which was empty save for Louis, who was inside doing art things-painting, Henry assumed. He didn't know what he would say when he entered the room, but he knew that now was his chance to ask Louis if he wanted to hang out with Henry sometime.
Perhaps, he'd apologize and then mention it.
No, Henry thought, I don't want to bring that up. It's too embarrassing.
What else could he do? Henry didn't know a single thing about art, so they couldn't talk about that. The more Henry thought about it, the more he realized he probably didn't have a single thing in common with Louis.
He eyed himself in the reflection of the glass case in front of him, showcasing a variety of different art pieces inside. Henry assumed they belonged to the students. If he was being honest, he wasn't really looking at the art-anyone passing would probably assume so. Henry was simply making sure there wasn't something on his face and making sure his ginger hair wasn't messed up too badly.
"Henry Clover," he heard a familiar voice say. "I didn't know you enjoyed art."
Henry whirled around with a frown, narrowing his eyes at Roy, who was walking down the hallway grinning, hands stuffed into the pockets of his black trousers. "Are you following me now or something?" he asked him.
Roy chuckled darkly. "Not quite." He gestured towards the closed door of the art room, peering into the small window of the wooden door. "I was just stopping by to grab one of my art projects, so I could work on it." He smiled at Henry, lips curving into a mocking smile. "I see why you've come here."
"Fuck off," Henry spat angrily.
"Come to sing your pleas of love to Louis, lover boy?"
"And if I am?" Henry retorted. "You have a problem with that?"
"Might I suggest you watch where you're going this time," Roy mused, arching an eyebrow. "Things might go a bit smoother."
Henry rolled his eyes. "Any other suggestions?"
"Yeah," Roy said, grinning. "Fix your tie."
Henry stared down at his loosened tie frowning. He hated tying them; he could never probably learn how to do it perfectly, even after the past three years he'd been here at the Academy, forced to wear a tie. He didn't move to fix it.
And, before he knew it Roy took a step closer, hands reaching out towards him.
"Woah," Henry said, taking a step backwards. "What are you doing?"
Roy simply laughed, taking another step forward. "Helping you woo your little crush, lover boy."
Henry snorted, then watched as Roy closed the distance, wrapping his hands behind his neck to straighten his collar.
"Don't move," he ordered, his other hand traveling towards Henry's tie so that he might fix it, his finger brushing lightly against the bare skin of his neck.
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