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

Nineteen

Harry woke up to the sound of alarm.

He was still not over the fact that Louis broke down some of his layers for him. He smiled to himself remembering Louis' bright eyes when he looked at him, the eyes, which always looked like the plain desert with no water. He remembered Louis' eye roll whenever he said stupid things. He remembered the kiss, the touch, the intimacy, the fondness, the bliss, everything which made his heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter. He wished he could do that always, him and his Louis, together forever. It hurt him a bit to think about that part of his situation with Louis. But for now, he thought of enjoying Louis' attention without overthinking.

"Styles? You okay mate?", Niall asked him, shaking his shoulders.

"Huh?", Harry blinked his eyes in confusion.

"You were smiling like an idiot and rubbing your fingers on your duvet, and I stood here for four fucking minutes trying to figure out what was wrong. We have classes, remember?", Niall said pointing at the clock on Harry's bedside table.

"Oh", Harry said, blushing and hurrying towards the bathroom.

"Heard that you were a mosquito", Niall said with smirk.

Harry stopped on his way and his neck probably broke from whiplash.

"What?! Who told you?", Harry was feeling uneasy.

"Nothing", Niall said and tried to slip out of the room but Harry chased him and asked him to explain.

"Oi leave me, Liam told me that Louis called you a mosquito", Niall said laughing, trying to release himself from Harry's tight clutch around his arms.

"Liam told you? You guys talk about me like that?", Harry was offended.

"Mate, I asked Liam about the Louis' hickey rumours because you were so upset yesterday and didn't bother to tell me anything in the evening", Niall said.

Harry hadn't told Niall about the tutor session and the revelation of Saturday night. He was just doing pirouettes dreamily last night without actually explaining anything to him.

"Oh, sorry", Harry said released Niall.

"It's okay, I get it, you're too gone for him. But don't forget that you have a best mate who wants you to be happy always", Niall said.

"Okay", Harry said with a big smile.

"Now go to the loo, we'll be late!", Niall said and pushed him to his ensuite.

The classes went as usual. They finished the lunch in the canteen, listening to the rumours of more hickies on Louis' neck, Harry giggling, Niall and Cassie smirking at him.

As Harry was walking towards the boxing room, he received a text from Louis saying that he has a footie practice today and that he wouldn't be able to tutor him. Harry expected this, as Louis was too friendly with him yesterday and this was supposed to be the aftermath. But he decided to play him this time and asked him if he could come to footie ground after his boxing practice, knowing that Louis would say 'no'.

To his surprise, Louis texted 'okay' and he couldn't believe his eyes. So Louis wasn't lying about the practice. What if he really had practice last week? Harry wouldn't know but this was very unexpected for him and he couldn't be happier.

After boxing, he took a shower and then wore his jeans and t-shirt back. He was both excited and nervous, considering the rumours if people saw him and Louis interacting again. He hadn't seen Louis playing football ever, so this was going to be great, that's what he thought.

Niall didn't have practice today, so he gave him his car's key to go back to the flat. Usually he would drive him or any one from the long list of Niall's new mates would drive him to their flat.