A/N: I dedicate this to Ils2468. Thanks for reading and voting. Hope you like it😊

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Harry walked down the hallway and out the front door with a skip in his step. Today their maths teacher was ill, and although Harry knew he should not feel happy about it, he was. It was only natural when he had two free periods with his Boo now. Louis should already be in their room. He was always faster than Harry and his Spanish class room was closer than Harry's Latin class room.

Harry had to smile when he remembered how they had picked the languages. They could not decide so Louis had the brilliant idea to throw a dice. It ended up being Latin, but because Louis found this language useless, he threw his dice again and got Spanish. Harry would have joined him too, but Louis said it would bring bad luck. "If the dice decided that we should take this good-for-nothing-but-nerd-stuff-subject, then at least one of us should do it." So Harry agreed. Because he would do literally everything to make his Boo happy.

Lost in thought, he almost forgot that he wanted to drop by at the girls dorm to get his biology folder. Eleanor had borrowed it because apparently she missed an important chunk of information while taking an excessively long bathroom break that she could not comprehend anything the teacher was saying afterwards. Harry had no idea how she even knew that he was good in biology. Louis had probably told her. They seemed to hang around each other a lot lately, Harry thought bitterly.

Harry turned around abruptly and made his way towards the girls dorm building. In the hallway, he met Leigh-Anne, who smiled at him. "Hey Harry. What brings you here?"

"My folder. Eleanor borrowed it." Harry explained and she nodded as they arrived at the right door.

"After you." Leigh-Anne grinned and opened the door for him.

His thank you got caught in his throat at the sight revealing itself inside the room. On the sofa, more specifically.

"Harry? Aren't you going-" At Leigh-Anne's voice, they broke apart.

Louis looked like a deer caught in headlights, staring at Harry in horror, while Eleanor looked smug, although she had a flush on her cheeks. Both of their lips were swollen from when they had been attached to each other just seconds ago.

Harry could not look away. He felt like a knife had been stabbed right through his heart, but it was still beating, although in an unsteady rhythm. He felt dizzy. The picture in front of his eyes started to blur. Although that could have been the tears forming. And the lump in his throat was growing bigger. But he could not move. His whole body hurt.

"Haz." He heard the voice of his best friend saying softly. That seemed to shake him out of the trance. He turned around and ran away. Who cared about the stupid biology folder? His heart was hurting. And he was not even sure why. Should he not be happy that his dearest best friend was happy? But his mind was too jumbled up for him to form proper thoughts. Or to grasp the situation. He had no idea what was happening.

"Harry!" He heard a familiar voice calling him. But he sped up. He had to sort out his thoughts first before he could speak to the source of confusion.

But apparently, his best friend had other plans. He followed Harry until their room, which was empty, thankfully. Harry did not need an audience. Especially now that he could feel the tears spilling over.

"Harry, listen." Louis pulled on his arm so he had to turn around, but the younger boy did not look into his the eyes. "Haz." Louis said, softly, pulling him into his arms which made him cry even harder and clutch at his best friend.

Harry did not know what to think, how to feel. All he knew was that he was hurting. And that he wanted to cry. And that he wanted his best friend to stay with him. But he could not conjure up a proper explanation. He did not have enough time to think about it.

Once Harry had calmed down a bit, Louis pulled back, cupping Harry's face so they were staring into each others' eyes. "Hazza, it's okay. Nothing will change, okay?" He willed Harry to understand. "Nothing will change between us, okay? Eleanor may be my girlfriend but you're still the most important person to me. You'll always be my best friend, okay?"

Harry nodded and Louis leaned their foreheads against each other, closing their eyes and just feeling each others closeness. Harry felt Louis' breath against his lips and there it hit him.

It hit him how much he wanted to lean in. How much he wanted to be the person to kiss Louis. He had no idea where it came from, but he knew it was true. It always has been like that. There was no one else Harry had ever wanted. It just took the appearance of girls to make him realize it.

He pulled his forehead back and instead buried his face into Louis' neck, hugging him tightly... his love.

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Harry was thankful that they did not have another encounter with Eleanor that day. The only remotely exciting thing that happened was that they were finally informed more about the project.

Beneath the sheet that showed the pairs there was a new sheet with a text. Apparently, there were four disciplines that each pair had to manage.

1. Informative partner work
2. Care
3. Communication and teamwork
4. Creativity

Everywhere Harry went he could hear people speculating about the tasks since they were not really specific. But honestly, Harry could not care less about these tasks. He felt no excitement or motivation. He just felt down.

Louis did his best to cheer him up, letting Harry cling to him, cracking jokes, making fun of others, playing cards and kicker with him or just cuddling in bed, and Harry was happy with it, he was. As long as he was together with his Boo and had his complete attention he even forgot why he was sad sometimes.

Niall, who was watching all of this, wondered if it was really the best idea that Harry was still clinging to Louis. He thought maybe it was better for him to have a minute alone and sort out his thoughts.

But Harry seemed to disagree. Niall watched as Louis tried to get up from their cuddling position but Harry, almost desperately, held Louis back tightly. It was like he was scared his best friend would run off to Eleanor every second.

"Shh, Haz. Everything is fine. I just wanted to get our sketch book, okay?" Louis kissed Harry's forehead softly before standing up.

Harry had a soft smile on his face. Maybe Louis was speaking the truth. Maybe honestly nothing would change between them.