Well, I couldn't resist updating once more but hey, it's Larry day so enjoy. 

An empty storage hall. Pretty dark with the last few sunbeams falling through the big dirty windows. Scaffoldings standing around and huge boxes were piling up. In the far distance, the sound of a motorbike was heard. In rocky skater clothes and a tight leather jacket Louis came into the storage hall on his bike, helmet still on. Harry was standing in front of a huge box in his dark skinnies, a check shirt and a leather vest, looking cute and hot at the same time. People that looked like dancers mixed with rockers were chilling behind the boxes but Louis didn't care. He just focused on Harry.

Louis got off the bike, getting rid of his helmet, and walked closer to Harry. With a seductive look on his face, he approached his boyfriend. „Puedes en mí confiar. Puedes dejar que todo fluya. Ya no hay ingenuidad. No es el momento de que huyas" sang Louis, teasing Harry a bit.

„Puedes imaginar. Puedes dejarme a tu lado. Yo sé lo que es verdad. No creo en cosas del pasado" started Harry to sing in that low raspy voice Louis loved so much, that it was driving him crazy.

They closed the gap between them and sang together. „Buscas en mi corazón. Y confundes eso. Quiero sentir dónde estoy. No te vayas lejos... Junots solos contra el mundo. Unámos por un segundo. El silencio, una mirada, lleváme. Juntos sin decirle a nadie. En donde yo soy culpable. Con un beso, una mirada. Llévame. Llévame".

Those dancers had come out of their hiding places and accompanied each one of them like they were two different crews now. Louis on one side and Harry on the other side of the room. They were dancing to a very rocky song now and Louis felt the need to be close to Harry as he saw his boyfriend eyeing him with that certain look on his face.

„Puedo disimular. Puedo dejar de exponerme. Entiendo que el final. Ya todo pasa y todo vuelve" continued Louis to sing and walked in a circle around Harry, not breaking eye-contact for one second. He was definitely feeling the tension in the room.

„Puedo quererte así. Puedo ser yo de otra forma. No creo en cambiar. Pero lo siento y me transforma" was Harry not making it any better. He grabbed Louis by the wrist and pulled him close to sing right to his face.

„Buscas en mi corazón. Y confundes eso. Quiero sentir dónde estoy. No te vayas lejos... Junots solos contra el mundo. Unámos por un segundo. El silencio, una mirada, lleváme. Juntos sin decirle a nadie. En donde yo soy culpable. Con un beso, una Mirada. Llévame". A mic fell from the ceiling, hanging on a wire between them now. Both took a hold of it, hands touching. They were face to face now.

„Juntos solos contra el Mundo. Lleváme. Es solo una Mirada. Juntos solos contra el Mundo. Oh-oh-oh-oh. Juntos solos contra el Mundo" they finished the song, literally inhaling each other's breaths. Louis felt that hot feeling all over and he wanted nothing more than to just kiss the hell out of Harry here and now.

Louis sat up straight in bed, waking up from that very intense dream. His breathing was heavy and he felt sweaty. A wave of arousal overcame him and he glanced down at himself. He had a freaking boner. With a sigh he let himself drop back down onto his pillow. That was a weird dream but so damn hot. Hot enough to turn Louis on in his sleep to wake him up. Why was that happening to him now?

For a few minutes he tried to think of something to turn him off but it wasn't working. None of it. He couldn't get Harry's deep voice out of his head and still felt that sexy look on him, which just turned him on even more. So distraction wasn't a way.

That led Louis to slide his hand down his pants without a second thought. He wrapped his hand around himself, hissing at the already pleasuring feeling. He started off slowly stroking himself, thinking back to that dream. But quickly it wasn't enough anymore. His movements got faster and he, definitely ashamed, imagined Harry's hand on his dick right now. Those big soft hands touching his sensitive skin, his most intimate part. At the thought, he let out small moans and stroked faster. As he imagined Harry moaning his name in that deep raspy voice it was over for him and he came into his hand. Panting heavily, he rode out his High and tried to collect his thoughts again. This wasn't good.

Looking back at it Louis felt really bad about it, even ashamed. Of course, it was normal in some way but he felt dirty now like his mind wanted something he actually didn't want. He was so happy Harry didn't sleepover today. Damn, Louis felt bad and so guilty. They haven't been together for long and barely even kissed. Until now they had only kissed without tongue for God's sake because without actually saying it out loud both of them knew they wanted to take it slow after everything that happened. In their individually past and their shared past. And now he had a dream that made him jerk off to Harry. It just wasn't right in Louis' head. It was supposed to stay pure and innocent between them for now. Urgh, he hated himself now and on top of that, he had school now, meant he had to see Harry and try to act like he didn't just wank to him before school. Fantastic.  

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As soon as Louis was told the headmaster wanted to talk to him he knew what this was all about. Simon playing the worried uncle again and Louis wasn't looking forward to it. He would definitely prefer to be in class and that said a lot. 

"Louis, please take a seat" gestured Simon towards the chair in front of his desk.

"What is this all about, Simon? I should be in class" sat Louis down. 

"I thought we needed a moment to talk. I haven't seen you in a while and a lot has happened. Sorry I couldn't be there earlier" replied Simon with a guilty undertone, making Louis feel sad for him. 

"It's okay. You're a busy man. There's no time for unimportant High School problems" shrugged Louis. 

"But they're not unimportant. Bad enough you think that" contradicted Simon. "So tell me now, how are you?".

"I'm good" answered Louis shortly.

"Sure? I hear a lot of things as the headmaster and I know you. I've seen you in the play and you were amazing, first of all. But I also know Harry was a factor. First, he messed around again, then he was with Max Levi and now I heard people talking again. You wanna tell me something?" listed Simon some things he got to know around the school. 

"Looks like you already know a lot" commented Louis on the topic.

"So, it's true, huh?" raised Simon an eyebrow at him. "You're dating now?". 

"Guess we are" tried Louis to keep it cool and not full-on smile at the thought itself. 

"Was he the reason you started to act again?" Simon wanted to know. 

"In some way. He made me rethink my decision and in the end, I realised I missed it. A lot" told Louis him. 

"That's great. As long as you're happy with it I'm happy too" smiled Simon at him. 

"I am happy" smiled Louis back. 

"Apart from Harry, is everything okay? Easter was around and you know... that day. Was Mark home?" Simon wanted to know. 

Louis sighed sadly and looked down at the floor. "No, he wasn't. They celebrated without me and didn't even tell me and on her day they said nothing. Not one word". 

"I'm so sorry, Louis". 

"It's okay. I'm used to it by now and Harry was there for me and helped me cope with all the sadness. I survived" assured Louis him. 

"I'm glad Harry was there but it's still irresponsible and cruel to leave you alone to deal with it" frowned Simon. 

"Guess so. It was hard but I turned it into a song to handle it. To be honest with you, I wish I could show it to them. Maybe they'd tell me they feel the same way but I'll never find out. They don't care anymore" was Louis sad now. 

"I'm sure they care. There has to be a reason for all of this" said Simon desperately. 

"I don't think so" sighed Louis. "Can I go back to class now?". 

"Yeah sure," said Simon absentmindedly. 

With mixed emotions, Louis stood up and opened the door but Simon held him back for a second. "Oh, and Louis? I'm really happy you're together now but if he hurts you just know he'll regret it". 

"I put you on the list" grinned Louis before he left. 

Back in class, his English teacher was talking about different kind of aspects in literature. Louis simply sat down between Harry and Zayn and tried to catch on what they were talking about. 

"Good point but what about heroic acts in literature? Any ideas what it could be?" asked their teacher. 

"Saving someone?" raised Niall his hand. 

"In which way? There are differences" she hooked.

"Saving someone's life and almost getting killed in the act because the only thing that mattered at that moment was the other person" answered Louis without rethinking his answer. 

"That's a perfect example. Sounds like you know about that situation" she looked at him with a certain look in her eyes. 

"Just came to my mind" mumbled Louis, avoiding Harry's eyes right now. 

"Your example is the perfect bridge to our second point: Sacrifices. It could have been a sacrifice if it had ended in death. A selfless act" she continued. 

"Maybe, but I personally think there are more selfless sacrifices than just dying for someone" threw Harry in. 

"Care to explain a bit more?" she faced him now. 

"Sacrificing your life is one thing but most of the time it happens for someone you like and you have a close connection to. I know an even bigger sacrifice: Giving up the person you love because you want them to be happy and you're convinced or have heard they're better off and happier without you. You put your own feelings behind the feelings of the person you love just to make them happy no matter how you feel with it" explained Harry what he meant. Louis froze and blushed at that. Harry just had to say this. 

"You're right. This is definitely one of the most selfless sacrifices one could make but nowadays people rarely think like that and wouldn't even consider doing it" she had to admit. 

"Believe me, I know someone" said Harry, looking at Louis, who just stared into nothing, trying to ignore his boyfriend for now. 

"Then keep that someone close to you. They're special" she advised him. 

"I know. I will". 

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After the last lesson all five of them walked out of school. They had decided to meet up in the city library to study for their final exams. Liam and Zayn situated themselves on Zayn's bike and drove off.

"Damn, Ziam is hot" fake gasped Louis at the sight.

"Power couple alert" chuckled Niall. "Well, I'll go and get my girlfriend or she'll have my head and not the good one".

"Eww" grimaced Harry.

"You dirty bastard" called Louis after him.

Together with Harry, he made his way into the city. In his thoughts, he remembered everything that had happened in school. By now most people were already used to Larry being together but some single idiots kept murmuring insults at Harry like cheater, slut or asshole. Every time he was close to killing them but Harry held him back. Damn him and his strong arms.

Peacefully they walked through the city and Louis still couldn't believe this was real. It was all still so fragile and new and precious and sometimes he didn't know how to act but he knew Harry had the same thoughts. That's why he reached for his hand now.

"Louis?".

Both of them turned into the direction of the voice. A handsome boy came over to them and just before he reached them Louis recognised who it was. This couldn't be true.

"Phil?" swallowed Louis heavily.

"So, it's you. I wasn't sure from so far away but there's only one like you" said Phil smugly.

"Excuse me but you know each other?" piped Harry in.

"Yeah we know each other" smirked Phil at Harry.

"I wouldn't necessarily call that knowing each other" snorted Louis. "We met a while ago. In a club".

"Counts as knowing".

"We were both pissed off drunk and I'm sure you were high too. It was barely two hours, half an hour spent against a wall with a dick in your ass. Not really knowing for me" sassed Louis at him.

"You know my most important part now. Counts as something" Phil didn't back in.

"Sad that your ass is more important than your brain" replied Louis.

"And that's what I missed. Your sassy attitude is still damn hot. No one compares to that. Believe me, I know that for A fact. I couldn't forget about you so easily" tried Phil to sound sexy.

"Funny. I forgot about you immediately" switched Louis into Queen of Mean mode, feeling Harry very tense next to him.

"Maybe we could repeat it then and I'll make sure you won't forget it this time. I'm a great fuck" offered Phil him shamelessly.

"That won't happen" spoke Harry harshly up now.

"And who are you?".

"I'm his boyfriend" stated Harry strongly.

"Boyfriend? You definitely didn't seem like the boyfriend type to me" addressed Phil Louis, totally ignoring Harry.

"Just shows again that you don't know me. I'm an actual boyfriend type" crossed Louis his arms over his chest.

"Our trip to the bathroom stall said something else. Hopefully, he wasn't your boyfriend back then" Phil just didn't stop.

"He wasn't. Don't worry. Now just leave me alone. One time things are supposed to be forgotten. Not my fault no one else is as good as me. You have to live with it. Not me" had Louis enough of it now.

"Damn okay. I'll leave. Have fun pretending to be a good boyfriend. If you realise I was right you know where to find me" said Phil and then left them alone.

"And that's why I didn't ask for names afterwards" blurted Louis out in pure annoyance.

Harry next to him was still tense and glared at the spot where Phil has been. The longer he was silent the more uncomfortable Louis felt. That was so awkward.

"I'm sorry, Haz. This was so embarrassing. I feel horrible. Please don't hate me" pleaded Louis and felt pathetic for actually begging right now but he didn't want to lose Harry already.

"What are you sorry for, Lou? You did nothing wrong. He was the problem and didn't get the hint. Also, I feel really bad. Without me, you wouldn't even know him. It's also my f...".

Before Harry could even start to blame himself Louis shut him up with a loving kiss. As soon as their lips touched everything seemed to be forgotten. All the awkwardness and embarrassment or self-blaming was gone and the only thing that matters was them. They lost each other but found the way back. They were drawn to each other like an anchor and its rope.

"Go out with me" breathed Louis out between their sweet kisses. 

Instead of answering in words Harry just kissed him again and pulled him closer by the waist, wrapping an arm around Louis. This was an unambiguously answer. 

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When I started to plot the next chapters I realised the story is almost over. Around ten chapters left and the story is told. What the hell???

Question of the Chapter: Are the odds in their favour or is trouble on the way before they reach paradise?

Please vote and comment on what you think my loves ❤❤❤❤😘😘😘😘