A/N: Hello, everyone! (I say that like a lot of people read this, haha) I bring you a new chapter on this beautiful day! Now, this chapter is... Ugh.... You'll have to read it to find out, but I am warning you it does switch between POV's a lot. And I mean, a lot. It kinda works though, and I have a feeling nobody will be too upset about it after you finish. Anywho, I thought I'd let you know that I am taking this story off of my account if, and I mean a very big IF, it gets any reads on the new account I posted it on, at Mukesinner. If not, then it will stay here, where it belongs! :) Thank ya'll for reading this story and voting on it. And even though I know some of you will be upset by this, this book will be ending soon. Possibly in the next few chapters. I'll probably do two or three more chapters, then it will be the end of ISWAW....

BUT NOT FOREVER! I will be writing a sequel to this book, and I promise it will be much better. (I couldn't leave you guys with just one book, come on. I'm not that mean) I still haven't decided how long the next book will be, but I have a feeling it will be quite a few chapters.

Now, how about I let you get to reading, Yeah? Okay. Have a lovely day, and don't forget to comment!! :)

(Oh, and please don't hate me for this chapter!)

Third person POV:

Harry had been peacefully asleep on his stomach, his face buried in his pillow and his arm around Louis' body. He had wanted to stay that way too, but he couldn't ignore those pitiful whimpers he kept on hearing. At first he thought it was the cat, and he kept mumbling at it to shut up. But when he started to come to, and the fog lifted from his head, he could hear they weren't cat whimpers, but rather human.

He listened closely for a second to make sure he wasn't going crazy, and sure enough, there was a very pitiful whimper that tugged on his heart strings, followed by a choked, muffled sob.

Rolling onto his back, Harry lifted his head up lazily and look around the room, just now noticing Louis wasn't next to him. The thing he had been cuddling, was a pillow. Furrowing his eyebrows, Harry palmed at his eyes to try and get rid of the sleep that still clung to them, and he sat up slowly. He looked around the room again with fresher eyes, having to squint and strain his eyes to see the black blob that was curled in a ball on his balcony.

Yawning, Harry fisted a handful of his blanket and drug it along with him as he stood up and made his way over to the balcony. It might be from the sleep, or the fact that he was just clueless, but Harry still hadn't caught onto what was going on. All he knew was there was strange noises coming from the black blob (Louis) on his balcony, and he needed to investigate.

But he never expected to see Louis sitting on the cold black steel, his eyes red and puffy and tears streaming down his cheeks. "She doesn't love me, Harry," a heart-wrenching whisper swallowed by the wind.

Harry didn't need to question it. He knew who he was talking about.

Sighing, and all trace of sleep gone, Harry kneeled next to Louis and wrapped the blanket around his visibly tense shoulders. He didn't know what to say. What was he supposed to say after something like that?

"Louis," he sighed, settling down onto his butt and pulling the small boy into his lap. "There is no way she couldn't love you, Boo Bear. You are Louis Tomlinson, the most lovable thing I have ever laid my eyes on,"

"Exactly, I'm Louis Tomlinson; social outcast, loser, nerd, disappointment to all. How the fuck is my own mother supposed to love me when no one else does?"

"No, you stop that right now. I'm not going to sit here and listen to you jabber your jaws and spout bullshit. You are loved by many, and the moment you stop trying to gain your mother's approval and love, will be the moment you realize all this, Lou." Louis curled into Harry and buried his face in his neck, his tears staining the white t-shirt Harry wore. "You are Louis Tomlinson, the boy who is smarter than any person in our damn school. You will make this world a better place, and I hope to god that someday you will realize how much you are loved. Just because she is choosing not to be in your life, doesn't mean shit about you or the person you are.

Let go of your mom and your past, and embrace those around you that love you. Show her what she is missing out on, and make her regret ever breaking that little heart of yours." Pulling him back, Harry wiped the tears away from Louis' eyes and held the shining stare with his own heated one. "I am never leaving you, Louis Tomlinson. I love that bubble butt of yours too much,"

A watery smiled stretched Louis' lips and even though he felt like he couldn't do it, he smiled a soft, genuine smile and pecked Harry's nose. "What would I do without you, Hazza?" he said aloud, asking himself more so than Harry. He rested his forehead against Harry's, the blanket falling from his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around his neck.

The two set there, wrapped around each other with a comfortable silence settling over them. There were occasional sniffles and hiccups as Louis calmed down, but neither of them said anything, nor did they move. They enjoyed the other's presence, afraid that if they spoke they would disturb this moment.

But all good things must come to an end.

"Harry?" Louis finally asked, quietly. His lips brushing against Harry's as he pulled back.

"Hmm?" Harry hummed, letting him know he was listening.

"I wanna go to prom."

"I know." He knew Louis better than he knew himself.

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Harry's POV:

Ahh, the day of prom. It was like a fucking headache wrapped in pretty pink paper.

I gritted my teeth and shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to get rid of all these thoughts. Louis wanted to go to prom, and I'd rather rip out my own teeth than see that look of disappointment he'd try and hide behind a fake smile.

And even with that thought in mind, I couldn't keep myself from shying away from all the balloons and decorations that were being rushed down the hallway, or stop the temptation I had felt to trip the kid that was running down the hall with a suspicious looking box full of glittery shit.

I would have tripped him, too, if I hadn't seen that damn boys smile clear down the hallway. The moment that I had seen it, I couldn't see anything else. I kept my eyes trained on his backside as I pushed my way down the hall, thankful that today people decided to fuck off and not gawk at me.

He was standing on a little step ladder, a bundle of rolled up posters shoved under his arm. I felt a tug in my jeans when he leaned forward to hang up a poster, making his hoodie slid up and reveal a patch of his pale, smooth skin.

I groaned deep in my chest, my teeth clamping around my bottom lip. How the fuck was I still so attracted to him? Usually, after fucking someone at least once, I get tired of them and throw them away but gawd. This boy was doing things to my body, and he wasn't even touching me.

"Nice ass," I remarked, leaning against a set of lockers. I had managed to stop myself from smacking his ass, luckily, but I couldn't stop the words from coming out of my mouth. And if anyone had a problem with that, I'd gladly rip off their heads.

A very loud, very Louis sounding squeak left his mouth as he turned around and tried to glare at me. I say try, because his wide eyes and red cheeks wasn't having it. "Shush. Someone could hear you," he hissed, carefully climbing down the ladder.

I rolled my eyes. He clearly doesn't know who I am. "Annnd do you think I care? Let the world know that you have a nice a..." I was cut off when a piece of paper was being shoved in my mouth.

"I told you to shut up," his eyes were wide and he was panting, but I'm not sure it was out of fear. It might have something to do with the fact he possibly had to jump to reach my mouth, or because I was staring at him with a cocked eyebrow and darkening eyes.

He was being sassy, and I liked it. What can I say?

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked after removing the bundled up mess of slobber and paper.

He blinked, furrowed his eyebrows, then grinned brightly. Glancing over his shoulder at all the people that were still running through the hallways, Louis grabbed my hand and quickly pulled us into the closest door we passed. Which just so happened to be one of the janitor closets.

Before the door was even closed and the light was flicked on, I was being shoved against the door and a tongue was being shoved down my throat. My eyes widened for a split second, then I caught onto what was going on and wrapped one arm around him, pulling him closer to me, and maneuvered the other one around his body so I could cup the back of his head, deepening the kiss.

His hands trailed down my body, tracing over the curve of my hip before his hand snuck up my shirt. I followed his lead and snuck my hand up his shirt. While he was greeted with taut skin stretched over my hips, and abs that clenched and danced beneath his fingertips, I was greeted with smooth, squishy sides and a small belly. But god, I wouldn't want to feel anything else. I wouldn't want him to be anyone else.

Louis' teeth tugged at my bottom lip before he sucked it into his mouth, his hands moving along my torso all the while and sending shivers running through my body. I didn't know what had caused this, but I wouldn't be the one to stop it, even if my pants were growing considerably tighter the closer he got to the elastic band of my boxers.

I tried to move my hand down his pants, to cup his ass and pull his hips against mine. But he wasn't having it. The moment I moved my hand around his body, he moved his spare hand up to my head and tugged at my curls, each tug going straight to my groin.

I couldn't help the moan that built up my throat, and Louis seemed to sense what he had done because he shoved his tongue into my mouth and swallowed the small noise I had made.

My lungs began to feel tight, but I didn't want to pull away. This was too good to stop, with his teeth clanking against mine as his tongue moved around my mouth and fought against mine. The desperation he was showing was evident, and even though the stars I began to see behind my closed eyelids made this that much better, I couldn't handle it anymore.

I finally pulled my lips away, reluctantly, but not too far. I could still feel his lips brushing against mine as our breathes clashed together. "What was that?" I panted, my voice scratchy.

Louis closed his eyes and leaned his head against my chest, his breath hot against my neck. "Gottcha to shut up," he murmured, sounding as dazed as I felt.

I could still feel his lips against mine, feel his tongue roaming my mouth. My entire body went tingly as I remembered, and when a gentle kiss was placed on the corner of my mouth, a shiver ran down my spine.

"You can shut me up like that any time you'd like," I chuckled, my hands staying clasped around his body. My mind was fuzzy and I was having problems deciphering my previous thoughts from my current thoughts right now.

With him pinned up against me the way he was, his stiffy digging into my leg, I couldn't remember why I didn't want to go to prom. I couldn't remember why I didn't enjoy walking down the hallway that stunk of various girl perfumes and axe. I couldn't even remember why I had a strong distaste for the glittery posters hanging throughout the school.

All I could remember, was why I wanted to go to prom, and what I would enjoy about it. I knew that when me and Louis walked down the hallway with his suspiciously smelling girl perfume (though he'd never admit) clogging my nose, I would be more than happy to breath it in. I could remember why I liked Louis standing next to those glittery posters that sparkle like his eyes.

And when I closed my eyes, I seen that soft, shy smile of his that he would be wearing as we slow danced to the song I specifically requested earlier this week.

Damn, imagine how shitty that would have been if he had actually decided not to come to prom. It would have been a perfect waste of a good song, but I'd of course find another way to play it.

Then, like a freight train running straight into my chest, I realized something. I didn't like any of those things. I didn't like the posters, or the perfumes, or the cheesy ass songs they played at proms. I only thought I liked all of those things because of the person I would be with. I knew how he would look as we danced, and how he'd look as we walked down the hallway or how happy he'd get when he walked into the gym and seen all his hard work this past week, turned into something so beautiful and so magical.

My heart fluttered in my chest as these thoughts played over and over again in my head, and before I could stop myself from speaking the words that came out of my mouth like air came out of my lungs, my thoughts were brought to life and I was admitting something that terrified me and shook me to my very core, but also made me stand taller and feel stronger. Like I was suddenly invincible.

"I love Louis Tomlinson." It was said in a glorified breath that wrecked my very existence, but I would never take it back.

I loved him more than I had ever thought I could love another person. I loved his smile, and the childish games he played, and the cute tantrums he threw when he didn't get his way. I loved the way his body bowed beneath mine and the way my name sounded falling from his lips. I loved waking up to him curled up at my side, but most importantly, I loved the person I was when I was with him.

He made me stronger. He made me want to be something, to actually do something with my life. I felt like I could take on the whole world and win, as long as he was standing there beside me, his hand so carefully placed in mine.

"I love Harry Styles," he said it in such a quiet voice that I wouldn't have heard it if my ears hadn't caught on fire as they instantly recognized what he had said.

And it wasn't until I finally looked down at him and seen he was grinning brilliantly up at me, his cheeks a bright red color and his eyes shining, that I realized he was so much more to me than just my strength.

He is also my weakness.

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Louis' POV:

"Are you ready?" a raspy voice asked on the other side of the door, their knuckles scraping against the wood.

"Almost!" I yelled back, my heart hammering in my chest. I gave the pale, yet stunning boy one last glance in the mirror before I smiled softly and turned around. With a shaking hand and a deep breath, I opened the door and came face to face with Harry.

There, standing in front of me with his broad shoulders squared and his jaw clenched, was a god. His long legs were constricted in tight black skinny jeans that were so tight I could see the scar on the upper part of his right thigh if I looked close enough. He had on a simple black buttoned up shirt, the top three buttons undone and exposing his creamy chest. His tattoos were peaking out from underneath his shirt, but the black and white bandana he had on around his neck was covering them.

Thrown carelessly over his shoulder was his jacket, and sitting on top of his head, confining his perfect curls, was a black fedora hat that looked so perfect compared to his light skin tone. His plump pink lips were pulled into a smile and his dark, hungry eyes were moving over my body, similar to the way mine were just moving over his.

The only difference was I looked nowhere near as good as Harry did. He was flawless, while I had to squeeze my ass into these pants only ten minutes ago. Watching as his jaw ticked along with the seconds, I was beginning to wonder if Harry was going to say, or do, anything when his mother walked into the room and broke both of us out of our ogling session.

"You two are so handsome!" she shrieked. I flinched at the compliment, still not used to getting them from anyone, even though Harry, and his family, complimented me every chance they got.

I forced a smile and walked into Anne's open arms, allowing her to embrace me in a hug. "Thank you," I whispered in her ear, receiving nothing but a tighter squeeze in response.

"Now come on, let me get pictures!" she let go of me, and I watched with wide eyes as she drug Harry through the door and down the hallway, Harry yelling my name. I knew if I didn't follow them fast enough, the Anne would turn back around and drag me down the hallway too. But I couldn't stop myself from stopping in front of Harry's mirror in his room.

I had on a navy blue suit, matched with a white dress shirt and dark blue tie. The suit was extremely tight, especially in my ass area, yet I have never looked better. My hair was styled up in a perfect quiff and my cheeks naturally looked hollow, making me look like a normal kid, rather than a nerd. I had replaced my glasses with contacts, giving my eyes a chance to draw attention to themselves. I've always been told my eyes were my strongest trait, and I have never realized it until tonight.

They were really blue tonight, making them look exceptional, especially compared to my dark suit.

I heard the faint click of a camera snapping pictures, and I realized the moment I walked down those stairs I would be blinded by the flash from the camera. Deciding I needed to get this over and done with, rather than hide up here in Harry's room, I took a deep breath and slowly made my way down the hall, then down the spiral-like stairs.

"You better show that boy the time of his life," a woman's voice, which would only belong to Anne, said, sounding so cold and threatening. I nearly fell face first down the stairs when I came to a screeching halt at the second stair to the top. Was she talking about me? Well, of course she was, who else would she be practically threatening Harry over.

A low, raspy voice responded, making my smile grow and my heart thump wildly against my chest. "He will have nothing but the time of his life, I promise," and I didn't know if it was because I was smitten by him, or because of how sincere he sounded, but I knew Harry meant that promise, and that he would try to fulfill it no matter the consequences.

Glowing with pride, I finished walking down the stairs, willingly submerging myself into a world full of awkward poses and flashing cameras.

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"Yes, yes, I promise we will be home by midnight," Harry sighed, placing a hand on his mother's shoulder so she would stop. He smiled a tight, closed lip smile and slammed to door shut, his shoulders visibly relaxing.

"Come on, Mr. Grumpus! Prom awaits us!" I declared, tugging on his arm to make him walk. He looked at me for a second, rolled his eyes, and completely relaxed before he grabbed my hand.

"Your chariot awaits you, mi'lady." he said when we reached his car. He went all out and did a bow before opening the door for me and escorting me into the car.

The car ride to the school was full of nothing but bickering back and forth. We kept the mood light, both of us determined to have the night of our lives. Harry especially because of what he seen last night. Heat flooded to my cheeks at the memory, but it didn't bother me as much as it would have those many months ago. Harry has seen me at my worst and stuck around, so what was a few tears?

The hallways were crowded with a bunch of students that were swaying back and forth, or just chatting. We still had another few hallways to go down, but even from where we were, I could hear the thumping of music.

'We were victims of the night, the chemical, physical, kryptonite, helpless to the bass and the fading light,"

The closer we got, the louder it got, and the more nervous I got.

Oh god, could I do this?

Third person POV:

Harry held Louis close to him as they passed the already drunk teens in the hallway. The mixture of the students obnoxious voices and the music were starting to grind on his already shot nerves, and he didn't know how long he would be able to make it before he snapped and strangled someone.

But when he looked at Louis as they entered the gym, he knew he could do it. When those eyes lit up, his insides lit up in a burning fire. When that smile spread across his face, one danced on his own lips. His body reacted to Louis without him realizing it, and somehow, their hands were intertwined and they were walking onto the dance floor.

While Harry was busy watching Louis, and Louis was busy admiring the room, neither of them noticed the people that spread apart and allowed them access to the middle of the floor. They didn't notice the shocked faces or looks of admiration that were pinned on them. They didn't know that they had just made that entrance into the school dance.

The one where everyone stood and gawks and whispers about how good the two look together. But even if they did, they wouldn't have cared. This was their night, and they weren't about to pay attention to anyone around them.

At least Harry wasn't.

Louis, however, noticed the moment he stopped looking around the room. He noticed the looks, and the whispers, and the way the floor opened up for them. It quickly turned his mood around and he was beginning to panic, until he felt that strong hand holding his. The panic melted away and Louis stood tall with his head held high, his hips swaying as they made their way to their spot.

And when they did, Harry was met with a breathtaking smile that made the very world turn. "Everyone is staring," Louis mumbled, though he didn't look away.

"Let them. As long as you're with me, that's all they'll be able to do," Harry whispered. He had wanted to say some cheesy thing about how people tend to stare at the most beautiful thing in the room, but the thought alone had heat creeping up his neck.

He was getting there, to that stage, but he wasn't there yet.

The song came to an end and everyone clapped around them, startling them out of their own little world. As the claps died down, a slow song began and Harry grinned a dark, secretive smile. "Louis Tomlinson, may I have this dance?" He asked, hand grasping Louis' as he bowed.

Louis giggled, a sound full of love and delight, and batted his eyelashes. "If you don't mind my two left feet."

"I got two right feet, so I bet we'll get along,"

Rolling his eyes, Louis let out a squeak of surprise when Harry yanked him forward and he was falling into a hard chest. "Geez, you can warn me next time," Louis huffed, but rested his head on Harry's shoulders as his arms snaked around his neck.

They danced that way for a while, even when there was fast paced songs playing. Neither of them wanted to break apart, so they didn't.

The last note to Ed Sheerans 'Thinking out loud' song rang throughout the gym, and that was when they broke apart, smiles plastered on their faces. Harry would never admit it, but he was having fun. This was probably the most fun he has had in awhile, and judged by the looks on Louis' face, he knew that was true for the boy too.

"I have a surprise for you," Harry whispered when he heard the DJ say they we're going to take a five minute break so they could get the next song list setup.

"What kind of surprise?" Louis asked, feeling giddy when Harry smirked and began to walk away from him. But his face fell when he seen Harry back up to the stage, smirk still in place, and pull himself up so he was talking to the dark skinned man that was the DJ.

Louis watched as the two talked, and felt utter horror when Harry walked up to the microphone, throwing his hat off to the side of him, letting his curls loose.

Oh god no.

This couldn't be happening.

"Hello, everybody! I will be singing the next song, so grab your partners and get real close cause it's a love one,"

Oh fuck. It was.

All color flushed from Louis' face when the song began and it was now Harry's voice being carried throughout the school.

"What day is it? And in what month? This clock never seemed so alive. I can't keep up, and I can't back down. I've been losing so much time,"

His voice had just the right amount of rasp, and like that day in the kitchen, Louis felt as all the air left his body. Harry sounded like a god.

"Cause there's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose. And there's you and me, and all of other people, and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you,"

He never took his eyes off of Louis, as if to prove his point that he couldn't keep his eyes off of him. He smiled arrogantly, somehow knowing, without looking away from Louis once, that everyone in here stood gaping at him. Then, as if nobody else in this room mattered, Harry took the microphone off the stand and slowly began to walk down the stairs to the floor.

"What are the things, that I want to say?" he raised an eyebrow as he inched closer to Louis. "Just aren't coming out right," a shrug of his shoulders and a toothy grin had Louis' head spinning. "I'm tripping on words, you got my head spinning, I don't know where to go from here,"

Suddenly, a hand was grabbing Louis' and he was being spun around in a full circle before he slammed into a body that started to sway as an arm locked around his waist. "Cause there's you and me, and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to prove," he had a small window to pull Louis back enough that he could stare down at him, eyes locked and hearts beating in sync. "And there's you and me, and all of the people, And I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you,"

Harry draws Louis impossibly closer and begins to sway them in time to the beat. (So much for a slow song) "Something about you now, that I can't quite figure out, everything he does is beautiful, everything he does is right," he leans down to breathe into the shell of Louis' ear as he spins them around in unsure circles. For a moment he forgot the microphone in his hand and the people around them wanting him to finish the song, because right now, it's so easy to forget where they are, who they are, and what they are. Right now, they're just Louis and Harry.

"Cause there's you and me and all of the people with nothing to do, nothing to lose, and there's you and me and all of the people, and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you." more sweet, slow swaying as Louis' damp palm squeezes Harry's shoulder with more strength than he had thought he possessed.

Knowing the song is coming to an end, Harry leans down once again, his mouth hot on the curve of Louis' ear in attempts to bring the words to live, to give them the meaning Louis needs. "And me, and all other people with nothing to do, nothing to prove, and there's you and me and all other people, and I don't know why, I can't keep my eyes off of you."

The boy's gentle breaths hitch in his ear when he noses at his neck, inhaling that vanilla ocean breeze that clung to his body. "What day is it, and in what month, this clock never seemed so alive," as the tune closes, Harry crushes Louis close to him until their heartbeats fuze and beat as one.

As they stand there, in the middle of the gym with clapping people surrounding them, all Harry can see when he pulls back are those ocean blue eyes staring up at him, daring him to dive in and get lost. "That was beautiful," Louis giggled breathlessly in awe, his fingernails digging into the back of Harry's neck as his body swayed from after effects.

"You're beautiful," Harry found himself saying, his foot internally kicking himself in the ass. But when he seen those eyelids cover his ocean, and the boy shrug as his head bows down even further until his forehead is pressing against Harry's chest, he finds himself begging to get one last glimpse at those heated cheeks.

Tucking two fingers underneath his chin, Harry tips his face, gazing down at him with so much love and fondness in his eyes that he can already hear the comments he would tell to people that looked at their partners like that. "I'm serious. You are so beautiful. Sometimes when I look at you, I feel like it'll physically hurt when I look away,"

Now his pretty mouth parts as he gasps in a small breath, and his eyes go dewy and round. "I love you," is all Louis could say in response, a shy smile tugging at his lips.

Grinning like a mad man in love, Harry buried his face in Louis' neck once again (his favorite place to be) and whispered the response he knew Louis would want, and knew that they both felt to be true."I love you," Louis heard a muffled voice say, sending his heart into full on spasms much like it did the first time he heard him say it.

Louis smiled and closed his eyes, his head resting on Harry's shoulder. He felt like he belonged right where he was, crushed against Harry with his arms wrapped around him. And when rough lips brushed against his neck, he knew that this was where he belonged. He no longer had any doubts in his mind. This, them, was right. 

A/N: So... How do you guys feel? Hate me yet? XD

The song I chose for this chapter was You and Me by Lifehouse, and let me tell you, it was a hard decision to make. I was stuck between that one, and Be your Everything by Boys like girls. I feel like I chose the right one, though. What do you guys think? (I changed the two 'shes' in the song to 'hes' for obvious reasons)

Oh, I have a question. Do you guys want to know the songs I write each chapter to? Because, quite frankly, the music I listen to plays a big part in the outcome of the chapter. If you guys do, just let me know and I'll start telling them to you guys. If not, then that's fine too. Haha.

Well, I think it's time to go now. THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH FOR VOTING AND READING MY STORY!!! I can't stress enough how much it MEANS to me!!!!