The Dagger's Rose || l.s (completed)

Seventeen *

Hello loves! Hope you're doing well!

The next day, Harry went to Louis' flat at 6pm.

Louis, like the previous day, told him to sit beside him in the couch and started teaching.

Harry couldn't keep his calm today. He tried hard to not to look at the flutter of his eyelashes while explaining a complicated topic, the intensity of the blue irises, the shape of his cheekbones, the movement of lips as he said different words, the feathery fringe falling on the forehead and the cute hands trying to fix them, all these were too overwhelming for Harry and he kept staring at him rather than actually understanding what he was explaining.

Louis probably ignored it and continued teaching, but when he asked Harry a question, he didn't answer.

"Are you even listening to me?", Louis asked.

"It's so soothing....I love your voice", Harry said.

"Harry.... it's.. it's math not calming bed story, you were supposed to listen and understand", Louis said with a raised brow.

"But you're cute!", Harry said, smiling widely. Are you okay mate?

"If you keep doing this, I won't tutor you anymore. Do what you want!", Louis said rudely.

"I want you", Harry said. Oh no Harry.

"Huh?", Louis looked confused and angry.

"I mean I want you to teach me math... you're amazing... umm... amazing math..er.. you teach well", Harry breathe.

"Then stop staring at me and look at the note book!", Louis said.

"Okay....", Harry said and pouted.

Louis stared at him and and sighed. The living room seemed eerily silent.

"I'm sorry", he said after a while.

Harry was confused.

"I was being very rude, the other day, I mean the day after the party, sorry for that", Louis said in a low voice.

This was quite surprising. Harry was happy but he kept his cool.

"It's okay, I forgot it already, nevermind", Harry said as if he didn't cry all day.

Louis gave him a small smile.

"You haven't changed at all", he said, booping Harry's scrunched up nose.

Harry could feel heat rushing to his cheeks. Louis was looking at him fondly, only for few seconds. Then his grumpy face was back.

Harry remembered something.

"Zayn told me about your mum....I'm really sorry. I can't imagine how that feels! I don't have a very close relationship with mum but I can't think of losing her forever! That must be so hard. I'm really sorry", Harry said.

"It's okay... It's been a year and I have learnt to live with it.... But, Zayn told you that? Why?", Louis asked him, his expression was neutral.

"We were talking... casually...and he told me that...", Harry remembered his conversation with Zayn at the gym.

"Oh", Louis said.

"And that's why you look different now. You tend to show fake emotions. You're not okay!", Harry said, but he regretted immediately.

Louis stared at him, he looked devastated, but he tried to act normal.

"I... do I not look alright to you?", Louis asked him, he was shaking.