The next day at school, Harry smiles and waves to Louis in the lunchroom, making Louis blush and sputter out a happy smile, ignoring the little “oohs” that come from the lads whilst he waves back shyly, but. Then he remembers that they did this and quickly turns to them to glare, slapping each of them, then kisses all of their cheeks to thank them profusely.
(Harry only catches Louis kiss Zayns cheek though and feels the same jealous knot form in his stomach. He pinches himself because he's only talked to Louis once and shouldn't feel like this.)
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That night, Harry comes over again, making Louis squeal and bubble with happiness, because he wasnt sure if he was ever coming back after the toothpaste and screeching and the fact he couldn't stop staring and probably came off as some type of serial killer- Oh well. First impressions will be first impressions, Harry came back over and thats the important thing.
They try tutoring again, but Louis gets frustrated by Harrys dimples and perfect teeth and the way his voice is so soothing and feels tears brim his eyes. Harry tells him its okay if he can't focus and closes the book for him, melting at Louis’ tears and wanting to wrap him up. “We can do something else, alright?”
Louis nods, wiping at his cheeks and sighing, feeling pathetic, wilting, wilting, wilting, and wanting to take Harrys mind away from the fact that he is bawling over homework. So he says in a tiny voice, “I can make you a smoothie if you want.”
Harry hums happily, softly replying, “That sounds good to me.”
“Zayn taught me how to make this kind, they're my favourites.” Louis bit his lip, breathing in deeply before getting up from the table, telling himself to just calm down and stop thinking. Ha.
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...ractions and racing thoughts. He can't focus on anything, just wants to curl up and stare at Harry and watch the way his tongue flicks out over his lips, and how his eyelashes flutter, and the way his pupils dilate in different lighting. Harry knows he's trying, he can hear it with each frustrated sigh, see it with each bite of his lip, and feel it with every tear he wipes away, murmuring to him: its okay lou, everything is okay, i know youre trying.
(They like to sit on the floor opposite of each other, do their homework between chewed pencils and stolen glances. Soft whispers back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.
When Harrys away from Louis, he likes to read about ADD and ADHD, trying to figure out every single detail about it so he can be better for Louis, because thats all he ever wants; to be the best person for Louis, because thats all he deserves.)
the stripes?” Harry paused, smiling and the boys nodded, trying not to hold back their smirks. Harry bit his lip, blushing lightly because hes been watching Louis a bit. “I suppose I could give it a go, yeah?” Zayn beamed- fucking beamed. “Ill text you where he lives and tell him you're coming. Thanks so much mate, really.” Harry laughed, writing his number down and handing it to Zayn, “Don't thank me yet.”
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