Harry doesn't understand, how someone as energetic as Louis hasn't ever been on a trampoline aside from the little mini ones in the gym. Although neither of them have actually gone to a gym. Or if they did they didn't work out.

It's because wherever Louis lived in France, his backyard hadn't had room for one, Harry finds out, "And none of your friends had one?" he asks.

"Uh, one friend," he says as he jumps, "I could not go to him home," he acts like it's nothing, but Harry thinks otherwise.

"Why?"

Louis' jumping slows. He looks down at Harry for a second before looking away. "Uh... my dad," he shrugs.

Harry's been over Louis' house plenty of times by now. However he's never seen any other male but him when he's there. He purses his lips, and folds his hands in his lap where he sits. "Where is your dad? Why doesn't he live with you?"

Louis panics, "I-I- I go. I go now. I'm sorry," he grabs his jacket from the edge of the trampoline, but when he goes to rush off he trips instead and falls in a heap on Harry, who grunts, but doesn't make any move to get him off.

Louis can't speak. He opens his mouth to say something, but his arms are shaking from holding himself above Harry. Instead of saying something, he lets himself twitch his lips closer to Harry's.

Harry has his hands balled on his own chest, his eyes shut tight. He doesn't protest Louis almost kissing him, even though the voice in the back of his head is telling him to move away, he can't bring himself to listen to it.

God, he's so close. And he could so easily do it. Louis doesn't even care that Harry has a boyfriend. He's an asshole anyway, he thinks. He'd get away with it too, if it weren't for the honk of a car in the front of the house that breaks Harry out of it. Louis catches on, too, since he rolls off and jumps down from the trampoline.

"I will see tomorrow," he mumbles, tugging on his jacket as he jogs around to the front to start walking home. He hears the creaking of the trampoline as Harry stands up, but doesn't look back. And Harry doesn't stop him either.

The next time they see each other is on Monday, when Harry picks Louis up to take him to school. He was going to not take him, but when his mum asks why he's leaving earlier, he ruins that plan.

"Are you picking up Louis and Blake?" she asks.

Harry holds the handle of the door, "Uh... yes, but I think Louis was going to take the bus today, so it's just Blake," he says.

Anne furrows her eyebrows, "Nonsense, don't let him take the bus, he's close, just swing by and grab him too."

Harry sighs, "But Mum, Blake complains about me hanging out with Louis more than him lately, especially with his baseball season starting up. The bus isn't bad, he can take the bus!" he tries reasoning, but her face only grows frustrated with her son.

"Harry Edward, that poor boy has gone through some tough shit that we're lucky we've never dealt with before he came here. I know it may seem silly, but the least you can do is go pick up that damn boy and take him to school," she points her finger at him with angry pursed lips, and he just nods before darting out the door. He doesn't know what pushed her to snap at him, but he doesn't want to question it.

What tough shit, did Louis go through? Was that the reason he and his family moved? Did it have anything to do with his dad? And was it the whole family or just him?

Thoughts and questions run through his head up until he pulls up in front of Louis' house. Just in time to see Mia almost out the door with her own keys and an expressionless Louis behind her. When she sees Harry though, she turns to Louis, shrugs, and goes out of sight.

Louis jogs down the driveway and into Harry's car, taking the front seat. Things are tense, and a bit awkward between them, but Louis gives a small smile. Harry returns it the best he can, but he can't stand looking at the boy knowing that he almost cheated on his boyfriend. He's not that kind of person, and never thought he would be. So to of almost done it made him question a lot of things in both he and Blake's and he and Louis' relationships. Only problem was that he wouldn't let himself admit that he cared for Louis a tad more than he should, and in the end decided that Blake was there first. Almost like finders keepers.

Harry pulls up to Blake's house, and goes on his phone while waiting for his boyfriend to come out.

Clicking of a seat belt makes him look up. "What are you doing?" he asks Louis.

The french boy looks at him, lost, "Uh, boyfriend. He sit with you," he gets out of the car before Harry can even tell him that it doesn't matter who sits where and watches him get in the back. But then Blake is getting in his spot, and turning Harry's face forcefully to kiss him.

"Let's go."

Getting to school is quiet and more tense than it was with just Harry and Louis. And going through the day is painful all on it's own. The only thing that makes a weight lift off of Harry's shoulders is when he tells Blake what happened after school in the parking lot.

"You fucking kissed him," Blake growls.

Okay, before getting Blake's reaction he thought it was a lifted weight.

"What? No! No no, he almost kissed me, but I turned my head before he could. I couldn't do that to you, I'm not like that," he tells him. He knows deeper down that the only reason they didn't do it was because of the car horn of his mum coming home, but maybe if he keeps saying this one lie then he'll start to believe it.

"Yeah fucking right. God, you stupid fuck," Blake mumbles under his breath. Harry hears it though, and a deep frown takes place on his face.

Blake has his back facing Harry, with his hands in his hair. Though when he looks to the side he suddenly freezes for a split second before taking off. Harry doesn't see what he's storming off to, and only puts it together when Blake is only a few meters from Louis, who stops confusedly.

Harry jogs over as Blake shoves Louis, which sends him tripping and falling to the ground. He scrapes his palms and bangs his knees on the blacktop of the parking lot, wincing in pain. And when he picks himself up Blake gives him another small push. "The fuck you doing kissing my boyfriend, huh, asshole?!"

Louis shakes his head. He doesn't understand. All he knows is that Blake is shoving him around and he doesn't like it. "I-I sorry!"

"Did you?!"

Louis is too caught up with the situation to concentrate on what Blake is saying. Too many thoughts rushing back from past moments. He hesitates, "I..." however Blake takes that as a yes, and balls his fists.

"He doesn't know what you're saying!" Harry says, trying to grab onto Blake's arm only to be shoved off as he draws his elbow back and punches Louis quicker than the boy can think to move. "Stop!" Harry's voice cracks.

The force of the punch makes Louis stumble, but when another one comes he looses it and falls to the ground. He rolls onto his stomach, coughing, and spits up a bit of blood. His lip feels numb, and he can feel in his mouth where his teeth got the inside of his lip. Both the outside and inside were busted and bleeding a bit, but the blood was really coming from his nose. He doesn't know why both places are messed up, it all happened so fast that he doesn't remember that he was hit straight on the nose and then in the side of the mouth, which is why the inside of his mouth is cut from his teeth.

Louis wipes his face with his sleeve. He's breathing heavily, not sure what to do. Does he get up? Check to see if Blake is still there? Or does he just lie there just to be sure? Curl up on himself. That's what he used to do, but it never did him any good.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" Harry is screaming at Blake, "you can't just go around punching people when you're mad! He didn't do anything wrong you prick!"

"He kissed you, you slut!"

Harry doesn't even care about being called the term. He knows he's not a slut. "Maybe I wanted him to! You suck at it anyway!" he takes a step back, "don't ever talk to me, I hate you. And we're never getting back together this time," he wants to cry from how overwhelmed he feels, but instead just wipes his eyes real quick as he kneels down to Louis. While people just watched, a few guys passing buy had actually helped Louis sit up and one had given him a few napkins from his bag. Harry nods to them as they leave.

"Hey," he says. Louis doesn't say anything, just holds the napkins to his bleeding nose and looks at Harry. "Okay, fuck, I'm sorry. He's gone. Let's get you in the car. I'll take you back to your house," he reaches for Louis, who flinches and flails a moment to push himself backwards. Harry stays still where he is, not sure what just happened. He gets Louis got hurt, but why is he scared of him when Blake was the one who punched him?

Louis sighs after a moment, and nods. He lets Harry take him home, to where both his sisters and mum freak out and get to fixing him up right away. "Comment vas-tu?" (How are you?) Louis' mum asks him. Louis' lip is wobbling, but as she speaks he breaks down a little.

"J'ai pensé que c'était lui, pendant une seconde," (I thought it was him, for a second) his mum takes him into a hug and tucks his head in the crook of her neck, rocking him. All the while Harry stands confused and clueless against the wall. He feels a heavy weight in his chest at seeing the boy cry, knowing there's nothing he can do to help.