electric youth - ziam au

t h i r t e e n

(P.S. i was going to post this next wednesday as a sort of celebration for me finishing finals, but i got too excited to wait. thank me later )

here is the well waited for OPTIONAL chapter, where Harry and Louis get some action. they were put behind a bit (; enjoy, if you'd like, but you dont have to read it. you won't miss anything big.

BUT PLEASE PLEASE IF YOU DO READ THIS, LISTEN TO THE SONG UP TOP. NOT ONLY DOES IT FIT NICELY BUT ITS MY FAVORITE BAND AND THEY DESERVE A LISTEN x

What everyone didn't know about Louis and Harry, was of their little phone calls every night. where they spoke about their day and the other listened carefully.

They don't know how they even got hold of each other's numbers, in a honesty. Louis will tell you that he was probably drunk and took someone's phone, wherever the hell he could find one, and woke up with it plugged into his own, but Harry will tell you that he asked for Louis' number - because that's what a gentleman would do.

They never brought it up at school, in fact, they never even spoke to each other in person. Neither of them minded, because they knew, that to the other, the hours 17:00-19:30 where preserved for the others voice in their ears.

The two mainly just longed for each other all day, staring when there were moments the other looked away, or seconds where no one would notice their eyes.

What Harry and Louis didn't know about one another, was that they were both madly in love.

Neither of them told, and no one else knew, because:

He is Harry Styles, why the hell would he like me. He could have anyone.

And:

He is Louis Tomlinson, he doesn't deserve me, and I don't deserve him. I'm an absolute mess of a life.

Besides, neither of them expected the other to be gay, and neither of them even knew if they were gay themselves.

It was late, and Louis had just gotten back from a fight with the landlord, telling him that he had two days to pay rent, and Louis protested, because he couldn't do that. He couldn't get the hundreds of dollars he was missing in only two days. No way.

He felt as if he were going to cry. He couldn't let the girls down, he couldn't let them live any worse than they were. He wouldn't allow it.

He didn't cry, though, because the phone rang, and Harry's pretty little name popped up on Louis' outdated, cheap ass phone.

"Hey," Louis whispered, sighing into the phone.

"Hi, Lou. I missed talking to you yesterday, did something happen?" Harry was sat in his own room, sitting at his desk, chewing his pen cap over an algebra worksheet.

Louis hadn't been able to talk yesterday, due to hours he had to work overtime for some sliver of hope to pay the rent. It was the first time either of them had opted out, but Harry didn't mind. He fucking loved Louis.

"I had to work overtime last night. Im having trouble with rent," Louis laid back, and a few tears began to fall. He was letting everyone down.

Then his door popped open, and little Phoebe popped open the door, rubbing her eyes with her little pajama sleeves.

"Louis... I had a nightmare." She spoke sadly, and Harry cooed from the other side of the phone. Louis smiled, wiping his face with his own sleeve and picking her up in his arms, still holding Harry in his hand.

"Come on downstairs, hun. We'll get you some nice milk, yes? And you can make a little dream catcher to take away the nightmares out of our paper plates. We haven't got many left, just don't tell Lottie." Louis smiled, and Phoebe giggled, placing a hand over her mouth. Harry listened with his heart, completely and utterly in love.

"Harry, how was your day?" Louis spoke back into the phone, missing his voice.

"Good, Lou," Harry spoke, and continued to speak as he poured the last drop of milk and handed her some scissors for the plate.

He carried Phoebe back upstairs and back into her bed, all with Harry still rambling into his ear. They hung the dream catcher and Louis gave a kiss on the forehead and began to cry.

He covered it up until he was back in his room, not wanting to stop Harry's story about how Niall fell off his chair in math, but he couldn't hold it in any longer than that.

"Lou, are you okay?" Harry spoke urgently.

"I'm so sorry, Harry. I ruin everything," he sobbed, wishing Harry was there with him.

"No, no, Louis. You make everything better, okay? Why are you crying?" Harry spoke fast, and Louis' tears filled up his room.

"Dammit, Harry. I need you here,"

"I don't know where you live, Lou" Harry whimpered, wanting him too.

And so Louis proceeded to tell Harry his address, and Harry proceeded to drive over. He rang the doorbell, softly, and waited the correct amount of time for a sobbing man to be able to open the front door.

Louis fell into Harrys arms, and he caught him. He would always catch him.

"Shh, shh, love. You're okay. I'm here, it will be okay, babe." Harry helped Louis to the couch, unsure what room would be his, and laid him onto his chest.

"I love you, Harry," Louis said suddenly, around twenty minutes since they had laid down, still sobbing, not thinking about it as it came out.

"Oh," Harry breathed, his eyes watering. "I love you too, Louis, baby." and he began to cry as well.

Neither of them regretted their words.

They held each other through the night, crying, happy and sad, distressed and comforted, but together.

That's where they belonged.