Ever had one of those moments where you wanted to rewind the next five minutes? Yeah, well thats me right now. Here I stand, open mouthed, tented sweatpants and bloodshot eyes with hair sticking all over the place, and standing in front of me was the last person I wanted to see. He had changed since the last time I seen him, and dear god it was doing something to me.

He was wearing black joggers that clung to his legs and showed the obvious bulge in his trousers, though he wasn't hard. He had on a white shirt that stretched perfectly over his biceps and framed his slim, yet muscular torso and chest. My wide eyes raked over his body, and even though I could feel my sweatpants becoming tighter with each patch of visible skin I seen, I couldn't tear my eyes off of him.

"Yeah, you can have fun gawking at me but I am going to go sit on your bed." Harry said, and I couldn't decipher the words in my jumbled mind until Harry was already brushing past me and sitting on my bed.

Oh fuck, no!

I wanted to tell him to leave, to tell him to get away from me and my insanity as fast as he possibly could, but I was selfish and didn't. I turned around slowly, using the wall to help keep my balance, and pinned my glazed blue eyes on Harry. He was sitting on my old, worn out bed, his eyes taking in all of my small, yet neat bedroom.

He looked so out of place in here, in my bedroom that was probably the size of his closet, or possibly smaller. He was used to so much more than what I had here, but he didn't say anything about my obvious lack of money, and he chose to stick around with me even though he knew I wasn't born from money.

"H-Hi." I stuttered, the words I wanted to say when I seen him standing in my doorway just now coming out. I internally kicked myself because of course I had to be higher than a fucking kite when Harry came to my hell hole of a house for the first time.

Smiling a soft, warm smile, Harry looked up at me and gently patted the spot next to him, but in my current state, it didn't even look like he had touched the mattress. I bowed my head and stumbled over to my bed, though I managed to not hit into Harry when I sat down on my bed. I let my short legs dangle over the edge and I folded my hands in my lap, my eyes landing on the pot brownie that was on my nightstand table. I was hoping Harry wouldn't notice, and so far, he hasn't.

"So." Harry said, and he drug out the 'o' in said. I inhaled deeply and turned my gaze up to him, my face falling into a cheesy ass grin when I seen how adorable he looked right now. His curls were loose, like always, but he had one small curl that had escaped from the rest and it was tumbling down his forehead and resting on the side of his cheek. I wanted to reach up and touch it to see if it was as soft as it looked, and somehow, even in my not-so-myself state of mind, I managed to refrain from doing so.

"Oops." Harry said when his knee nudged against mine and I almost fell backwards. I giggled loudly and grabbed ahold of his arm, my bright eyes locking with his.

"Hi." I murmured again, that seeming to be the only word I knew at the moment. Harry laughed and shook his head, then he looked down at where my small hand was wrapped around his thick arm.

"You're in a good mood." He commented, his arm flexing under my touch when he clenched his hand into a fist. And, if i'm not mistaken, I swear I seen his eyes float over to the brownie on my nightstand before they moved back over to me.

I tried to think of an excuse to tell him for the brownie, but I honestly couldn't think of one. Besides, Harry isn't the most perfect human being so who the hell is he to judge me? "It's a pot brownie." I informed him before I leaned over and grabbed the brownie. I was unsteady the entire time, but my arm on Harry kept me from falling forward.

"Want some?" I asked, and I shoved the brownie in his face much like Lottie did to me. Harry's lip twitched a little and he peeked at me from the corner of his eyes before he opened his mouth wide and ate over half of the brownie in one bite.

My eyes widened, though not very much because of how high I was, and when I pulled the brownie back, I looked at how big his mouth had actually been able to open. I tried to mirror it, but I only managed to get it open half as wide as he did. I looked back up at him and watched, transfixed on the way his lips looked as he chewed. Slowly, I leaned forward and brushed the piece of a crumb off the corner of his lip, then I wiped my hand off on my blanket.

When he finished chewing, I lifted the brownie back up to his lips, which my gaze has never left. Harry pursed his lips for a second, then he took the brownie from me and finished it in just one bite. "You have a big mouth." I said and giggled.

Sighing, I laid back on my bed and folded my free arm behind my head. I kept my other hand on Harry's arm and soon enough, Harry was leaning back and mirroring my body. My hand got moved when he moved, so now it rested on his bony wrist. Instead of moving my hand like I feared Harry wanted me to, I just wrapped my thin fingers around it and ran my thumb along the back of his hand.

We just laid there, me staring at the ceiling while Harry stared at wherever he wanted to, though I had a small feeling that he was staring at me. Seconds, minutes, or even hours could have passed before Harry finally did what I was too scared to do, but wanted more than anything.

He didn't warn me before he swung one of his legs over my body, then pulled himself up so he was straddling me. He didn't warn me before he gently caressed my cheek, me subconsciously nuzzling into his hand, and he didn't warn me before he leaned down and connected his lips with mine in a soft, yet heated kiss.

Unlike the first kiss, or even the second kiss, I wasn't frozen on the spot. I was so completely relaxed and comfortable with myself right now, that I was able to kiss him back. I was able to move my lips against his, and slide my tongue across his bottom lip. I was able to allow him access to my mouth, to let him explore the small space that nobody has ever explored before.

But I shouldn't have allowed him to, because only a few short minutes later, I felt the problem in my sweatpants return. The way his tongue felt massaging mine and running across the inside of my cheeks was too much for me too handle, and the proof was hiding just under Harry, waiting for him to move even a fraction of an inch before his ass got poked and I couldn't even joke and say something like 'That's not my flashlight' because that, quite frankly, is beyond embarrassing.

I broke the kiss, reluctantly, and turned my head to the side so Harry's rough, yet soft, plump lips brushed against my cheek before he pulled back. "What's wrong?" He asked, his voice thick and raspy, which wasn't helping my case at all.

"I... Erm... Have a problem." I whispered, cringing when I heard how raspy my voice sounded. I honestly didn't recognize it as my own voice at first, but the rumble in my chest and the scratchiness of my throat as I spoke let me know it was indeed me.

I wiggled my hips and with a dark blush warming my face, I lifted my hips up a little and watched in utter embarrassment as Harry scrunched his face up in confusion, before his mouth fell into an 'o' when he realized what it was. Tilting his head to the side with a light smirk tugging at his lips, Harry pushed his hips down and watched in satisfaction as my face scrunched up in pleasure. I bit my lip harshly to keep from moaning, and out of mortification, I grabbed my pillow from the top of the bed and covered my face with it, refusing to let him see me or vice versa.

"I-I think you should go." I stuttered out, my words being muffled from the pillow that was practically suffocating me. I had no idea why I was this embarrassed, to be honest. Harry was a male too, a male who knew how uncontrollable an erection was, but it was still embarrassing to have one in front of a male for the first time in your entire life.

"Whatever. I'll be here to pick you up tomorrow. You better be ready." He said, and with one final squeeze to my shoulder, Harry climbed out of the bed and walked out of my room. I listened closely and heard as he walked down the creaky stairs quietly, then opened the squeaky door and closed it softly. When I heard the quiet purr of his engine and his tires squeal against the asphalt, I finally let out a deep breath I hadn't realized I was holding.

"Bloody fucking hell." I growled and stood up from my bed. I grabbed my towel off of my floor by my bedroom door and I stripped from my clothes as quickly as I could, being cautious of my throbbing penis, and wrapped the towel around my waist. I tried to cover the obvious tent as I walked out of my bedroom and down the hallway, to the bathroom with cracks in the ceiling.

The only way I was going to get rid of this bloody thing was to take a cold ass shower, and that's what I planned on doing, even if it did kill my already dwindling high. I turned the water on, to as cold as it would go, and locked the door before I took the towel off and stepped into the shower. It was a quick shower, considering I have already took one today, but no matter how cold the water was or how hard I tried to think of something other than the way Harry's tongue felt in my mouth, my bloody boner wouldn't go away.

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True to his word, like always, Harry picked me up the next day. The car ride to school was filled with Harry singing at the top of his lungs to some random song on the radio, and me giggling the entire time. When we had reached the school, Harry had opened the car door for me and held my hand while we walked up the stairs and into the packed hallways.

I had expected him to drop my hand when a few people pointed in our direction, a few of them commenting on it, but he only sqouze my small hand tighter in his larger hand and said something just as rude to the people who decided they needed to comment on something that bothered them in no way whatsoever.

Both of our backpacks were slung over his shoulder, because he insisted he carried mine because it was ridiculous how heavy it was, and I had the ruined library book tucked safely under my other arm. The people in the hallway separated for us as we walked down it, and I couldn't help but feel pride when I seen how shocked half of them looked.

Ha, dick breaths. Looks like half of you owe people a lot of money.

The smug smile I had worn didn't leave my face, even when Seth glared daggers at me and Harry when we walked past him and his group of dicks. Harry being Harry ended up flipping them off over his shoulder, and did nothing but laugh when they yelled at both of us and called us fags. I tried to have a light mood like Harry, but when they called us that, on top of all the people staring, my panic had started to grow and Harry soon realized that.

By the time we were in the hallway Jen's classroom was in, my fingernails were digging into Harry's hand and I was curled up at his side, only half of my body being visible. I had tried to keep calm and act like none of this bothered me, but the truth was, I wasn't okay with any of this. I mean, I was used to getting called names, but I wasn't used to dragging someone down with me.

Harry actually had a chance at being someone in this school. I mean, he earned the school's badass title only a short while after he got here, and he literally had people fawning over him. That was up until he started to hang out with me. Now, people call him names like 'Faggy Styles' or 'Nerd fucker', or just random names that has something to do with him talking to me.

I wanted to push Harry away, because I still wasn't sure if him willingly talking to me isn't just a drawn out prank that the jock's put him up to. I had actually dreamt last night that Harry made me fall in love with him, and made me believe he loved me too, only to have him video tape us having sex for the first time to prove he finished the little game.

It was the worst dream I have ever had, but I didn't want to call it a nightmare. If I did, then I could never say I dreamt because my dreams always consisted of nightmares, rather than fluffy clouds and magical knights riding in on a sparkly unicorn to rescue me.

If I wasn't dreaming about stuff similar to my dream last night, then I didn't dream at all. My mind would just go blank during the night and if I am being one hundred percent honest, I would ten times rather have nightmares every single night, then to not be able to dream at all. Not being able to dream is hell, and I hate when it happens to me.

"Louis?" Harry asked, dragging me back to what was currently going on. I had an extremely tight grip on his arm and hand and there was something warm and wet pooling around my fingernails. Inhaling deeply, I carefully let go of his hand then I unwound my arm from around his.

Clenching my small hand into a fist, I looked down at Harry's palm and seen the four perfect nail impressions, though they were filled with blood. Taking a deep breath through my nose, I looked down at my fingernails and seen there was blood on, around, and under them.

"Sorry." I mumbled, and before Harry could pull his hand away, I was bending down and placing a gentle kiss on each of the cuts. My lips got stained with blood, but I just wiped it off on the back of my sleeve when I stood up. Hooking my arm with Harry's, I laced out fingers together and smiled softly up at him before we began to walk again.

I was glad Harry didn't say anything, because I was afraid if he spoke to me, I would end up telling him about my doubts and my dream, and I wasn't ready for that. If what I thought was true, then I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible before the truth came out, even if it meant I did get hurt in the end.

Even though this all may be one big joke to him, it was all real to me. Everything I felt was real, and everything I did was because I liked him, so if me spending more time with him ends with me getting crushed in the end, then so be it. It'll all be worth it.