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Title: Keep smiling. - Part B
Pairing: Harry/Louis (Larry Stylinson)
Summary: Prompted by YouDontLikeMeSoFuckYou - It’s not easy starting a new school, half way through the academic year. It’s not easy having a secret, and it’s certainly not easy when you realize that you’re helplessly crushing on the most heterosexual guy in your class.
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It was the next day, after school, when Harry checked Louis’ profile again. His eyes nearly bugged out of their sockets as he saw his message posted onto his timeline, but when he realized what that meant, he couldn’t scroll down fast enough.
I’ll keep smiling forever :). And you said ‘guy’… does that make you gay?
“Gay for you, mate.” Harry murmured to himself, before could stop the words from falling from his lips. Thank God he was alone.
He’d keep smiling. He’d keep smiling forever, and that sentence alone was enough to make the corners of Harry’s own lips twitch upwards before he got started on his chemistry homework. He wouldn’t reply, he didn’t need to. He’d made Louis smile, that was enough for him.
And that was how things went on. The Doncaster boy didn’t speak to Harry, and Harry didn’t try to start a conversation with him, either, choosing to watch from a distance and let that smile warm his heart every time he saw it stretch across those delicate features. Things didn’t change… until about two and a half weeks after he had sent the message.
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Harry woke up, stretching as he blinked open his eyes. Sun was creeping in through his curtains, and he couldn’t help but smile as he felt thoroughly rested, something that wasn’t common in the mornings. Grabbing his phone, he checked the time, only to sit bolt upright, heart pounding in his chest. He’d overslept. He’d overslept by half an hour, and why the fuck hadn’t anyone woken him?
It was fair to say that he was up and dressed in a record breaking time of three minutes, brushing his teeth as he tried to tame his hair. It was about a twenty minute walk to school from where he lived, so by the time he had gotten to school he’d missed the first thirty minutes of class, but he desperately needed the toilet and he was damned if he was going to sit through the rest of the lesson on the edge of his seat because he didn’t take a few more minutes to relieve his bladder.
When he pushed the door to the boys’ toilets open, he froze for a moment. Standing at the sinks, rubbing soap into his hands, was Louis. He looked up before flashing a smile in Harry’s direction, and oh god that smile… “You weren’t in class… running late?”
Harry nodded, hoping that he wasn’t blushing or doing anything stupid like that. This was the first conversation he’d had with Louis on a one to one basis since he moved to Doncaster, and he was suddenly thinking about whether or not he wanted to use the toilet after all.
“Well hurry up then. Cowell is going to kill me for taking so long, and he’s going to kill you for being late, but if we turn up together he probably won’t be so hard on me.” The Doncaster lad winked, making Harry’s heart do this weird flippy thing, before turning around to use the hand drier.
Harry took this as a queue to do his business, nervously fumbling with the zipper on his trousers as he was very conscious of the other lad only a few feet away from him, however after a few minutes he was finished and made his own way to the sinks, applying a generous amount of soap as he waited for the water to heat up.
“So Harry,” the curly haired lad tried not to smile as he realized that Louis knew his name. “What’s your story? You’re pretty quiet. You hang around with Niall, don’t you?” Harry only had time to nod, before Louis was talking again. “Sound lad, him. We used to play footie together in year eight.”
For some reason, Harry found Louis’ rambling inability to shut up completely adorable. He was almost comforted by it, the shorter boy’s voice was practically melodic and it soothed him to listen to it.
“You’re really smart, you know.” he continued, moving to lean against the wall beside the sink Harry was using. “That question Miss Dakins asked you? I didn’t know what the hell she was on about, but you did. That’s just… it’s kind of amazing how much you know.”
The grin that stretched across Harry’s face must have been a pretty big one, because after a few seconds his cheeks began to hurt. “Thanks, man.”
“No worries… you done?”
The Cheshire lad smiled and nodded, wiping his hands on his trousers and followed the other boy out of the room. They chatted about anything and everything as they walked, and by the time their conversation had steered towards the topic of the canteen food Harry’s gaze was fixed intently on Louis’ lips. He was fascinated by the way they moved, creating words that sounded like magic to the ear. He was hypnotised, and he was really fighting the urge not to kiss him right then and there.
The final straw was when they were turning the corner to climb the stairs, and Louis licked his lips. The thin trail of saliva refreshed the natural pink-ness to his lips, and Harry let out a subconscious groan. Louis turned to him, about to ask if he was alright, but before he could, the taller boy had grabbed his wrist, pulling them both against the wall at the break of the stairs, and pressed their lips together firmly.
A small squeak of surprise came from the Doncaster boy, but before Harry could pull away and start apologizing and beg for him not to tell anyone, he was kissing him back. He was kissing him back. Louis fucking Tomlinson was kissing him back.Harry could hardly believe it, yet as soft lips brushed against his, a cheeky tongue swiping over his bottom lip, and a hand worked its way into his curls, he knew it was entirely real.
They kissed for a few more moments, before mutually pulling away. Harry’s lips felt swollen, his heart was racing and he daredn’t look into the shorter boys eyes. After a brief silence filled only with the sounds of their heavy breathing, Louis spoke. “You’ve got nice hair.”
Harry blinked, surprised, before he remembered that during the kiss the other boy had toyed with his curls for a few seconds. “Th-thanks.” he stuttered.
Louis smiled. “Come on then, let’s get to class.” he winked, before taking a step back and continuing up the stairs as though nothing had happened.
When they got to class, Mr Cowell had gone mad, as predicted. Both boys has sat in their respective seats, focusing on what was left of the lesson. After that, thing’s didn’t change. Neither brought up the subject, neither told anyone else, and neither made any grand declarations of love or affection like they did in the movies. Everything was how it had been before, but that was okay.
All that mattered to Harry was that Louis kept smiling.