The next morning, Louis stepped into the studio with a wide grin, a cup in his one hand and the decision that he would make Harrys day not very enjoyable.

Harry, who actually was already there, stood in the corner of the room, with a black half unbuttoned shirt, just starring holes in the air. His long hair was falling over his shoulders and he looked tense. He seemed to not notice Louis.

So Louis cleared his throat which made Harry jump. So he really had been in thought. "What the hell?! Don't fucking scare me like that! What's your problem?", Harrys voice was deep as always.

"Good morning to you too, mister!", Louis said rolling his eyes. "At least I'm not half naked already. You know it's not a party here? We're going to work." He nodded towards Harrys bare chest, which was exposed by his shirt.

"At least I have style!", Harry scoffed, scanning Louis basic joggers outfit. "Also my tattoos just look great like this!" He pointed at the two birds right on his breasts and the moth below them.

"Yeah because anybody except for me can see them. Sorry to disappoint you, but I really don't care about your tattoos. But if you insist, it would be a shame if you wouldn't match your last name!", Louis shrugged. "It's the only thing that makes you recognisable!"

"Yeah because you have done so much in your life? Literally no one knows your name", Harry raised one eyebrow sceptically. "I'm not discussing any longer with you."

"But Harry, I even brought you your favourite coffee, just like I promised you. No sugar, no milk and extra bitter", Louis grinned evily.

"You know that you just threw your non existent money out the window?", Harry was unbothered. He just frowned before turning away.

"Everything for you, babyboy!", Louis shrugged before he grabbed the cup and started sipping. "It actually was Yorkshire Tea, so thanks for leaving it for me."

Harry scoffed annoyed. "Can we please just get this day behind us? I really don't want to waste my time with you."

"Yeah fine. Just show me what you had in mind!" Louis said sighing. That would be a long day. He could just feel it in his bones.

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The day went by with more or less fighting, but the both of them actually got work done. Although Louis despised Harry, he had to admit that his ideas were pretty good. The lyrics were meaningful and not cheesy like he expected.

But as soon Louis critized something or made a suggestion, it instantly turned into an argument. All the critical parts were then pushed aside for another day on which they would maybe agree more.

Right now they were working on a song Louis didn't like much, which obviously caused tension. It was called "cherry" and was apparently about one of Harrys Exgirlfriends. Yeah, as if that dude has had a girlfriend! He was way too weird and complicated for a girl. Also he was straight up mean and a bad person in Louis eyes. So who would like to stay with him anyway?

At a extra cheesy line Louis decided that the whole situation needed more spice. "I always thought you were gay", he said as casually as possible.

Harry gazed at him with a frown. "Yeah, you wish!" He shook his head and looked back at his paper.

"So you're bi, I suppose? Or pan?", Louis didn't let it go.

Harry groaned frustrated before turning to Louis and looking him straight in the eyes. "I don't know, why that would be any of your business!"

His eyebrows were furrowed and his lips were pressed together. He looked quite pissed. Louis didn't know why, but he really liked pissing him off. Probably because he won their arguments most of the time. Or because he liked seeing the lightnings of anger in Harrys eyes. Or maybe because he liked the tension.

"Yeah you're right, it's none of my business. That's why you share your whole private life in a song?", he asked very well knowing what he would cause.

But to his surprise Harry didn't say anything. He just continued staring angrily at Louis who slowly started to feel uncomfortable. So he flicked nervously his hair back and tried to overplay his awkwardness. "Wanna get something to eat? I'm hungry..."

Finally Harry lost his death stare and looked at his hands instead just to start playing with one of his rings. "Yeah, Pizza would be great!"

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About half a hour later, Harry and Louis sat at a table, each with their own pizza. They ate in silence. It wasn't a bad silence, it was finally a silence in peace. It was probably good to take a break from fighting.

Harry just took a huge piece from his in sauce and cheese drowned pizza, when he suddenly lost grip and the delicious food fell right onto his shirt. "Fucking hell!", he swore, while picking up the piece and placing it back into the box. "I have to get that out instantly. That's Gucci!", he said pointing to the huge stain on his shirt.

Louis rolled his eyes. "You know what I'm wearing?", he paused dramatically. "I don't fucking know, because we are in the studio and not some red carpet!" He stopped. Harry was just taking of his shirt in the middle of the room.

Not what Louis had expected, but he couldn't help himself. He just had to stare at Harrys muscular body with the countless tattoos. He needed a second to catch himself again, but luckily Harry hadn't noticed anything. He was to busy trying to rub his shirt.

"Mate... Why here? Go to the bathroom! That's what they are there for", Louis sighed. "There is also water, it'll work better!"

"No it won't!", Harry growled. "It has to be the right temperature or else I'll destroy it." He now took a napkin and spilled just a little bit of water onto it and started rubbing.

Louis watched him sceptically. "Whatever you say big guy!" He took another bite of his pizza, while he studied Harrys movements amused. He really had to say, that Harry was still pretty. Nothing had changed for that, just that his body had gotten bigger, in a good muscular way.

Curiously he now looked closer at Harrys tattoos. There were a lot if them. The moth, the birds, some smaller tattoos and right on his upperarm... "So you really got the ship, huh?", Louis said while checking out the beautiful artwork closer. A bad feeling creeped in on him.

"Of course I did", Harry said rolling his eyes. "It's the one tattoo I always wanted. Since highschool actually and you know that!", he paused. Then suddenly he turned white and had to take a deep breath. "Don't tell me... No!"

"Fucking hell!", Louis murmured before taking off his Adidas jacket and exposing his bare arm where a compass in the same artstyle was tattooed next to a lot of other scribbled tattoos.

Harry starred at Louis arm in unbelieve. His hair fell into his eyes and he scooped it back aggressively. "Why would you fucking do that?", anger built up in Harrys voice. "You know how much the ship means to me!"

"So I'm not allowed to get the compass, but you can get the ship or what?!" Louis voice started trembling too. He pulled his arm back. "Also it was my idea in the first place... wasn't it?"

There it was again. Harrys famous death stare. Green lightnings stabbed right into Louis blue eyes. "I swear to god, if you don't shut your fucking mouth right now, I'm gonna...", Harry stopped midsentence.

"You do what?", Louis was now grinning widly, his eyes sparkling in enjoyment. He liked the trouble he caused right now.

Harry didn't answer, he just looked the boy up and down with his green muddy eyes. Then he stepped closer, so close Louis could feel his breath against his skin. They didn't blink, just death stares. "Trust me, I'm gonna shut you up, and not in a pleasing way", he hissed.

Louis starred right back at him with the same hatred and heat. He could smell Harry, the same old Tobacco Vanilla perfume. "You know you're not able to do that!", he whispered right back at him.

"And who says that, Tomlinson? Nobody's here to protect you. Just you and me."

"I'm not doing this again!", just as to proof his point Louis poked his finger into Harrys bare chest before turning away.

"Pussy!"

Louis flipped him off, before walking out of the room. "We're done for today."

Still filled with anger, he strutted down the street right to the underground station by the studio. He just wanted to get home, where he could drink a beer and clear his head.

Louis ran down the stairs and right into the next subway, where he sat down with a dramatic sigh. Exhausted he closed his eyes and tried thinking positive thoughts, but he couldn't stop the sudden memories that started flashing in front of his eyes.

"We'll meet after class!" Stan send a small nod Louis' way before making his way to the room he had to go too.

Louis glazed at his watch before silently swearing. He was going to be late again, if he wouldn't hurry now. So he started running around the corner, where he suddenly bumped into someone. The cup of black coffee to go flying out of his hand right onto the uniform of the boy he just knocked over.

"Fuck! I'm so so sorry!", Louis grabbed the now empty cup as fast as he could before looking up. In front of him, there stood a boy with curly hair and piercing green eyes. He had a notebook pressed to his chest and he looked kinda scared. It wasn't just any boy. It was Harry, the boy from the cafeteria.

When Louis saw the intimidated look on the pretty boys face, he instantly felt even worse. "Are you okay?", he asked carefully. "I'm really really sorry. Is it very hot? I can get you wet towels, so we can clean you up!"

Harry pressed the notebook even closer to his body before he slowly shook his head. "No, I'm fine! It's alright...", he said shy. "At least there's nothing on my book!", he added very quietly.

Louis smiled. It was the first time he had ever talked to Curly and he had never thought that he'd be that shy. It was kinda cute tho. "You sure there isn't anything I can help you with? I really feel horrible!"

Harry shook his head again, before he scrunched his nose. "What even is that?" He looked down at his trousers, where the cup had hit him and had left a wet brown stain. "It doesn't smell good."

"Coffee obviously! No milk, no sugar, just black", Louis said. He needed his caffeine. "I really like the smell, although you're right. This coffee is probably not the best!"

Harry grimaced. "I don't like coffee", he answered. "Tea is better...", he murmured and Louis couldn't help himself but to smile again.

"Where do you have class now? I could walk you there", Louis offered after a short silence. "That's the least I can do!"

"History in Miss Evans class... but I don't know if that's a good idea", the curlyheaded boy starred at his old, muddy Converse. Nervously he rubbed his hands at his uniform.

Louis straight up ignored the last sentence. "Ohhh me too. We have the same class!", Louis screamed out while clapping in his hands. "Let's go together!" He smiled wide at the shy boy.

Harry ruffled trough his locks before nodding after a moment. Then he pulled his stuff closer to his body and started walking without saying anything.

Louis, who energetically jumped up and down next to Harry, was now telling random unimportant stuff. After a while he dared to ask: "So why didn't you want to get your notebook wet?"

Harry instantly stopped walking and just starred at Louis. He frowned and you could see his mind working to find an answer to the question. "It's important to me."

"That's it?", Louis raised an eyebrow. "What's in it? Is it school stuff?" He giggled a little.

"That's none of your business!", Harry said harsh and started walking again without waiting for Louis' reaction.

Louis starred at him shocked, before running after him. "Wait! I'm sorry... I didn't know that it's a sensitive topic!"

Harry didn't look at him. "Well now you know."

Louis nodded but didn't say anything for the rest of their way. So the both of them went quietly to class, because nobody dared to break their silence.