Harry's back is pressed into the door so hard he can feel the coolness seeping through his uniform. His brain is slowly registering what is taking place. The only thing he can really focus on is the fact is heart rate has accelerated through the roof. He can feel Louis' breathing heavy through the kiss. He smells coffee and cigarettes. The scent would usually turn Harry off, but in this case, it's Louis. Coffee and Cigarettes are Louis. Louis' hands suddenly cup Harry's face, and Harry can feel everything. He can feel each finger pressing into his skin. He can feel each bump and every callus. Louis feels so warm, it's almost like Harry's touching the sun. Louis' heat is everywhere. Louis is everywhere. Harry is reeling. Louis' tongue flickers into Harry's mouth and Harry is beginning to come undone. He's never felt a moment so intense like this. He's like putty in Louis' hands.

Louis' lips are warm cushions, a feeling that Harry knows is already addictive. The stubble tickles but scratches his skin in the right way. Louis' hands are in his hair, and Harry can't help the deep throated groan that escapes his lips when Louis gently tugs on the hair at the back of his head. There's no distance between them. Louis is pressed up against him, and he can feel every part of him. Everything is playing in slow motion for Harry. He tries to focus on this moment and how he could stay in this moment for the rest of his life. He manages to get a grip of Louis' hair when Louis pulls away.

Harry quickly blinks a couple times, and the room is spinning. His heart is thudding loudly in his ears, but he can see Louis breathing heavily. Harry swears he can hear Louis' heart too. He can hear them both gasping for air. It's silent. Louis' eyes rake Harry's face for a reaction, as if he's processing what had just taken place. Harry can't take his eyes off him. Louis looks as if he's been struck by lightning. His lips are dark pink, and slightly swollen. His hair is a mess, and Harry can't help but look at his eyes. And Jesus fuck. His eyes.

They're the darkest shade of blue he thinks he's ever seen on a person. It's like staring into the deepest part of the ocean from above. His pupils are dilated, and they're flickering around Harry's face, and possibly his body too.

The air is so thick with tension it's almost enough to strangle them. The realisation and anxiety are settling in and fast. Harry can still taste Louis in his mouth. It's so sweet but bitter at the same time. He anxiously bites his lip. It's only been a few seconds since Louis had pulled away, but it feels like it's been minutes. Louis clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, exhaling slowly. The look of dread suddenly setting into his features.

"Fuck," Louis' voice is low, as he runs a hand through his hair.

Harry doesn't know what to say, and he has a feeling he shouldn't open his mouth anyway. He's scared to open his mouth. He's never felt this intimidated in his life. He knows Louis has a temper and this situation will surely be the cherry on top. Harry swallows deeply, and tries to focus on calming his own body down. He wants to slap himself because his brain is yearning to grab Louis and have his mouth back on his.

You're such a fucking virgin.

Harry's internal voice is literally scoffing at him. It's true. He's the biggest virgin in the world, and his reaction to a bloody kiss like that just proves it. He's embarrassed. But he's trying not to focus on the voice, he'd much rather focus on the actual issue in front of him. Louis looking like he's about to have a nuclear meltdown.

"I'm sorry," Louis' voice is weak.

Harry's eyes widen, and he opens his mouth to speak but the words won't come out. They're trapped in his throat. He swallows thickly again and focuses on speaking. His anxiety being triggered even more so than before.

"That shouldn't have happened. I can't believe I did that. What the fuck. What the actual fuck was I thinking?" Louis turns around, both his hands in his hair. He's pulling at it anxiously while he starts to pace slightly near his desk.

Louis turns back to Harry.

"You. You can't tell anyone. We never speak of that moment. That should have never happened. It's my fault. This never happened, you got it? Harry. Speak." Louis' voice is low and threatening.

Harry nods.

"Speak. Promise me you'll never mention it. Water under the bridge,"

"Uh...Yeah. I promise. Water under the bridge. I won't mention it. Not to anyone. Forget it happened," Harry rambles fast. His voice sounds so alien, he's fucking petrified.

Louis moves quickly, and stops with his face just centimetres from Harry's. Harry presses himself against the door in fear. Louis' pupils are almost taking up the entirety of his blue. Louis listens to make sure there's no one on the other side of the door by cocking his head for a moment. He looks back at Harry and presses his index finger into Harry's sternum. His voice is low. It's so quiet but Harry can't miss it.

"I'm being serious. This will destroy everything. Do. Not. Mention. It,"

Harry nods and decides it's a brilliant time to make a quick exit. He quickly pulls the door open and slips out and slams the door behind him. He's clutching his bag tightly. He feels like he can breathe. It feels like he had been holding his breath for 10 minutes. He inhales and moves quick. He wants to be far away from here. He walks as fast as his legs can take him, to the point his chest is burning. He sends out a group text to Niall and Ed.

Diner? Could go for a feed.

He anxiously awaits as the ... appears, notifying him that someone was typing.

Niall: I'm always down to eat. What time?

Kind of now. Starving.

Ed: I'll be there in 5.

Niall: Not going to lie. Already sitting in a booth waiting for food. Hurry up. I don't want to have it go cold.

Harry places his phone in his pocket, and starts in the direction of the diner. Luckily enough for him everything is local and walking distance from school. It takes him just over 5 minutes to arrive, and of course, there is Niall and Ed sitting in a booth. Niall is picking at his chips. Harry slides into the seat and slumps his shoulders as he exhales.

"Can I eat?" Niall raises an eyebrow.

"I didn't say you couldn't. But also, I'm offended that you were here already and ordered food without giving either of us a heads up. How dare you?" Harry smirks.

"You're acting like it's a crime punishable by death. Can't a guy eat a burger on his own occasionally?" Niall rolls his eyes, mouth stuffed with greasy burger.

The waitress walks past again, and Harry orders his usual. A double BBQ bacon cheeseburger with extra pickles, side of fries with extra chicken salt and a large vanilla thickshake with ice cream and rainbow sprinkles. Ed orders a veggie burger.

"You know... you couldn't be gayer if you tried," Niall shakes his head.

Harry frowns.

"Are you saying that because I got sprinkles?"

"I mean yeah,"

"Niall. I could wear dresses to school if I wanted. I could be a whole lot gayer if I wanted to. It's a free country. If I want sprinkles, I'm getting sprinkles,"

"Touche,".

While waiting for food, Harry finds himself staring out the window. He can't help but zone out from the situation. He's reliving every second of what happened. He pictures Louis standing in front of him, and he's imagining the kissing and how Louis felt. He doesn't know how long he's zoned out until Ed nudges his shoulder to indicate the food has arrived. Harry looks at the waitress.

"Sorry. Thank you,"

She smiles and walks away.

"You alright? You were in outer space for a while there. Looked like you were thinking about some serious shit,"

Harry focuses on putting some of his fries onto the burger, and not focus on the fear of this conversation. He can't help but play Louis' words over and over. If they tell anyone, it will ruin everything.

"Harry...?" Niall starts to push.

"I went and spoke to him. You both told me to talk and establish some boundaries. I shouldn't have gone. I didn't really realise how serious the situation is. I'm never sure how to act around him and I should have just avoided him,"

"What did he do? Did that raving lunatic hurt you?" Niall narrows his eyes.

"No! Nothing like that. It's hard to explain and I'm not sure if I'm comfortable sharing it. I don't think I can anyway,"

Harry takes a bit out of his burger, and lets out a moan. It's so greasy and good. It's just what he needed.

"You can tell us anything. We are your best friends Harry. We're not going to tell anyone. We are all here to support each other and help each other. What happened when you spoke to him?" Ed watched Harry carefully.

Harry swallows and takes a giant sip of his milkshake. He clenches his jaw.

"We kissed. Quite a lot. It was intense and strange, and I've never felt that way before. It was kind of crazy to be honest. You can't say anything. It's never going to happen, ever again. It was a total accident and I can't speak about this anymore. So, stop staring at me like I'm from the circus or I'll hit you," Harry stares ahead at Niall, who's eyeballs may pop out of their sockets.

"What the fuck,"

"Shut it," Harry says firmly.

Eventually Harry explains everything. It's a lengthy conversation about what he's going to do. Harry thinks it's best to avoid Louis for a while. There's no denying how awkward it's going to be from now on. He must live the rest of his high school experience knowing he and his drama teacher made out. It was a magnificent kiss, but wrong on every level. But when Harry goes home, and the day is over and he's lying in bed, he can't help but replay it over and over. There's no distractions or worry if someone is going to walk in. He can lay in his bed and live in the moment. Harry physically can't help what his brain imagines, or what he does. He needed to let out his frustrations one way or another. Harry falls asleep imagining the kiss in every detail possible; and Louis the same. He falls asleep imagining kissing the green-eyed boy over and over.

That's how Louis knows he's fucked up. He's completely and utterly fucked it up.

(Please comment and let me know if you're enjoying this! Thank you - Ash)