Harry is well aware he should be studying or watching T.V or cleaning the kitchen or doing literally anything from a list as long as his arm instead of this, but he is. The list of reasons why he shouldn't be doing this is probably at least double that, but here he most definitely is. He's sitting on his bed, legs straight out in front of him, back propped up against the headboard and some fluffed-up pillows and his MacBook is resting on his thighs. His jittery fingers drum lightly on the edge of the keyboard as he stares at the tiny digital clock in the top right-hand corner of the screen, willing the seconds to tick by faster. He wants to get into this and get it over with in equal measures. Or The one where Harry has a particular desire that only Louis can fulfil.

His first driving lesson with Louis takes place on a Saturday.  Harry stumbles out through the front gate in thrown-on baggy jeans and his ratty Ramones shirt, sees Louis leaning casually against the car, and his knees nearly give out. Apparently "not another surly teacher" meant a drop dead gorgeous twenty-something scruffy guy with shaggy brown hair and cheekbones sharp enough to chop a salad with. Clearly, Robin's trying to get Harry killed at seventeen. *** NONE OF THIS WORK IS MINE THIS IS JUST ONE OF MY FAVORITE ARCHIVE FICS THAT I WANTED TO SHARE ALL CREDIT GOES TO LoadedGunn ON ARCHIVE OF OUR OWN *** side note: i now have a wattpad dedicated just to posting my favourite fics! it's @sprinklesandlou if you wanna go check it out (p.s: none of the works on there will be mine unless otherwise stated, and i will ALWAYS state the author and site they came from)