Louis and Harry are slowly wandering around the promenade when it happens. Louis spots the guys who locked him outside at school the day before, and boy does he get furious. His hands ball up, and he has to mentally calm himself before sighing and turning to Harry. "Need to borrow," he says as he takes Harry's half drunken slushy, "uh, what is this?" he asks, pointing to the words "Icee" on the cup.

"It's a slushy," Harry stuffs his hands into his pockets.

Louis nods and repeats the phrasing of what he wants to say in his head, as it's in English and not French. He stomps over to where Blake, and the two other guys are all sitting outside of a little food joint. When he reaches them he takes the lid to the drink off. "Hello," he says.

Blake throws him a dirty look, "What do you want?" he spits.

Louis doesn't listen to him, and instead pours the slushy onto the one boy's head. He drops the cup and lid on him as well, and then watches with a smug smirk as the slushy slides down his face and neck.

"Do not trick me. Slushy will go on head again," he says. He's not absolutely sure if he said the right words how he wants, but he he at least got the slushy all over the boy, so it's an accomplishment.

Louis walks quickly back over to Harry, who's expression is clear of confusion and shock, "Why did you do that?!" he asks.

Louis pulls him along to get him to walk, "Put me outside in between class," he huffs, "I was outside all of the class," he tells him.

Harry furrows his eyebrows. He doesn't want to ask Louis anymore about it, but continues to just stand there. "I will get drink," Louis gestures towards where Harry got his slushy, but the younger boy only shakes his head.

"I don't want a new one, don't worry," he grabs Louis' wrist to keep him from walking away. Instead, he steps back towards Blake and his two friends. "Did you know about this?" he asks.

Blake stands up straight and looks at him, "About what?"

Harry rolls his eyes, "You know what! That Sage and Max locked Louis in the courtyard the whole first period!" he exclaims.

Blake raises his eyebrows, "Calm down, babe- hey," he looks offended when Harry slaps his arm away from slithering around his waist, "Harry," he states, "they were just messing around. You're just freaking out since it was Louis, who you seem so in love with," he spits.

Harry's fists clench, "I would be mad no matter who it is, Jesus fucking Christ!" he shouts, pushing his hands through his hair frustratedly, "why the hell would you be okay that they did that to someone?!"

Blake purses his lips, "It was already done," he chuckles.

Harry wears a grimace, and shakes his head, "You're awful," he spits, "don't talk to me at school tomorrow... or all this week," he goes to turn, but Blake grabs his arm.

"Don't walk away from me," he says, "I'm your boyfriend."

Louis see's him struggle in Blake's grip. He jumps in after Harry demands to be let go of and isn't. He punches Blake in his nose then grabs Harry instantly and races to the car.

"Louis!" Harry exclaims as he gets shoved into the drivers seat. Once Louis jumps in as well, he sighs.

"What?"

Harry stares at him for a moment, shaking his head, "I... you just punched him in the face! Are you insane?"

Louis furrows his eyebrows, "I... uh, okay," he doesn't understand what Harry had just said, and smiles. Harry can't even seem to get mad at him either, so instead he suppresses a smile, and drives off.

They go back to Harry's house, where Gemma smirks as soon as she sees him with Louis. Neither of them notice her look. They continue up to Harry's room, where they can finally try to study like they had planned to do before the commotion set them back.

"My mum apparently ordered a pizza for us before we got here, so it'll be here soon. Gemma is going out with friends and my parents aren't home yet," he says, getting his wallet out from his dresser.

All Louis hears is pizza, which thankfully is mostly a worldwide used word. He nods and grabs some money out of his pocket. It's a whole different money system that he's gotten the hang of, but it doesn't mean he likes it better than using euros.

"I- no, Louis I can pay," Harry shrugs.

Louis looks at his money, "I took your drink. I get pizza," he tells him. When Harry shakes his head, he reaches for the boys wallet. He succeeds too, and stuffs it into his pocket. "I get pizza!" he exclaims as he runs out of the room. Heavy footsteps follow his own, and he weaves throughout the house.

Eventually, Harry tackles him over the couch. They end up wrestling for a moment, that is until Harry snags his wallet back. He shoots Louis a grin. They're body to body, chest to chest, panting. "Got it," Harry breathes.

Louis pouts involuntarily. His brows furrow. He shoves his money into Harry's shirt, so that he'll take it. It causes the younger one to giggle from the tickling feeling of the paper against his chest, which then allows Louis to pinch his sides. Harry stumbles off of the couch. Louis takes it as his green light to straddle Harry and take his money. Both boys are out of breath, and God, does Louis want to kiss Harry. He's so tempted. So so tempted. But he can't, and it kills him.

"I..." Harry pauses, his hands curled at his chest. The necklace that rests around Louis' neck falls against his face. He moves it gently around Louis' neck, letting his fingers linger on his skin.

The doorbell rings, interrupting the moment. Louis jumps up instantly to get there, and swings the door open. Harry appears behind him a moment later, just to help him the slightest with paying for it. He also takes the boxes from the delivery girl, and thanks her before parting ways.

"You've got your money down, then. Good job," Harry shoots a smile at him.

Louis grins, "Thanks, babe," he says. Harry blushes at the pet name, but Louis pulls a smart move, and acts as if he doesn't know any better. He walks behind Harry into the kitchen, a smirk on his face.

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shitty ending but oh well!!