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Lunch break.

Louis scurried over to where Liam and Zayn were...just looking at each other? Love is something I can never understand. Louis concluded, shaking his head. "Zayn? Sorry to interrupt your moment." "Oh, hi, hi. Hello. Hi." Zayn said, immediately. Louis looked amusedly at Zayn and Liam. Liam was still looking at Zayn. Louis chose to ignore all that and ask Zayn what he wanted to, "Does Harry have a boyfriend?"

Zayn looked at Louis and said, "Nope. Why would you even think so?"

Louis felt the weird sensation in his stomach vanish. God knows what that feeling was. "Oh, nope, nothing. I overheard Harry talking to someone in the morning and telling them everything about his day so I wondered who it would be." "Oh, who was it?" "I don't know. He kept saying 'Gems' and I thought that was his boyfriend's name." Zayn burst out laughing. Louis looked at him confused, "What?" "Gems is not Harry's boyfriend. Gems is not even a boy." Zayn said between fits of laughter. "So, it's a girl. Harry has a girlfriend? But he told me he's gay. Or is he bi?" Louis began asking. Harry was bi? He had a...girlfriend? Louis thought and the weird feeling returned to his stomach. Zayn finally stopped laughing and said, "No, silly. He neither has a girlfriend nor is bi." "Then who the hell is 'Gems'?" "His sister, all fine now?" Zayn told. Louis' weird sensation finally disappeared. "Ohhhhhhh alright. Oh thanks, alright. Oh okay." Louis said and walked away.

Liam, who had been watching the entire scene, began wondering if Louis was alright because never in two years' time had Louis behaved like this.

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(Time jump...)

The next one month passed by quickly with Louis, Liam and Zayn trying their best to show Harry from time-to-time how special he was. They would do his homework, wash his clothes, massage his feet and whatnot. The rumours of Louis and Harry dating had stopped eventually and Louis thought of sending a fruit basket to the dean. Liam began giving his solos in music class to Harry. Harry had been delighted and done Liam's solos much better than Liam himself. The music teacher was impressed with Harry and gave him a scholarship, which meant he wouldn't have to pay for Uni till the very end.

But that didn't stop Harry from having occasional cries in the washroom or alone in his dorm room. He still hated himself for being gay, even if he was beginning to understand he was worth living. He still missed his family, his bakery, Cheshire and everything. He wouldn't admit it, but he missed his dad also.

Harry thought only he knew about his crying. He was wrong. Zayn would hear him crying in his room, Liam would hear him cry in the washroom whenever he would be over at Zayn's and Louis could see Harry's pale face every morning when he came to Uni. Neither of them ever questioned Harry about it, but blamed themselves for not keeping him happy.

Louis would wonder everyday why he worked so hard for Harry's happiness. His brain would tell him only one thing over and over again. You are only helping a young boy be proud of himself and not dwell on his past. You don't want him to go through the pains you went through when you were of his age. So, Louis believed his brain and continued working for Harry's mental well-being.

Then, one day, Louis requested Liam to stay over at Zayn's and not tell Harry that Louis had requested them. Louis wanted Harry to sleep over at his because worry was eating him from inside that Harry would soon fall in depression. Zayn and Liam readily agreed and told Harry about their decision. They saw Harry smile wide and agree. But Louis didn't fail to miss the flash of hesitance in Harry's eyes.

He felt really sad for this boy who wanted to cry his heart out all alone at night. Louis sometimes would want to just forget everything and run to Harry, hug him tight and tell him how amazing he was, how adorable he was, how kind he was, the list would go on. Louis again wondered why he wanted to such things but his brain played the same tape over and over again: You are only helping a young boy be proud of himself and not dwell on his past. You don't want him to go through the pains you went through when you were of his age.

Moreover, Zayn had made the first move and now, Zayn and Liam were officially boyfriends.

So, when it was time to return to the dorms after Uni, Louis drove Harry to his own dorm to pick his things. Louis was sitting on Harry's bed, looking at the room. He thought he should finally ask Harry the question which was killing him on the inside.

"Harry?"

"Yeah?"

"I wanted to ask you something."

Harry froze on the spot but Louis couldn't see his face because his back was facing Louis. "Okay, go on Lou." Louis smiled. Despite his own problems, Harry never stopped calling him 'Lou'.

"Why is your favourite colour the same shade of blue as my eyes?" Louis asked.

Harry turned to look at Louis. He smiled, with dimples. Louis reached forward and poked them, now that Harry had allowed him to poke them whenever. "Lou, that is a silly question. It's been my favourite colour from before I even met you. It has nothing to do with your eyes." Harry said, trying to convince himself more than Louis. Louis just nodded. It made perfect sense, Louis thought he had been overthinking.

When Harry moved to the washroom to pick some stuff from there, Louis walked around the room and saw a door, behind the door to Harry's room, which he hadn't seen all these days. He reached to open that door when Harry suddenly held his hand. Louis nearly jumped when he saw Harry's hand over his own. "It's just a study room Lou." Harry said, with a forced smile. "Oh, do you and Zayn share it?" "Uh, nope. Zayn doesn't really study and when he does, it happens in front of the television." Harry said, with a slight chuckle. Louis nodded but wasn't really satisfied with Harry's response. He walked away from the door and took his phone out, "Harry, I have to make a small call. Can I go to Zayn's room and do it? It's a bit personal." "Oh yeah, sure. I'll be done by then." Louis nodded and moved to Zayn's room.

He ringed Zayn who picked almost immediately, "Is Harry alright? Are you alright? What's wrong? We were gonna leave in 10 minutes but I'll come right away." "Jesus Zayn, breathe. Nothing's wrong and we both are absolutely fine. Take your time, you're on a date. I'm sorry to interrupt you two during your date but this was something I needed to know." Louis said. "Don't be formal with me and tell or ask what is it right away." Zayn said. Louis smiled and asked, "How many rooms do you have in your dorm?" Zayn began counting, "One common room which is mine, one kitchen, two washrooms and Harry's room. So, in total there are...3 rooms and 2 washrooms. Why? Do you plan to move with us?" "Haha no silly, I wanted you to know there is another room in this dorm." Louis said.

Silence.

"What? Where is it and how do I not know about it?" Zayn asked, utterly surprised. "It's inside Harry's room. And I am the one wondering how you don't know about it. Weren't you the one who lived alone in this dorm before Harry came here?" Louis said. "Actually nope. We shifted here after Harry's dad...oh Liam is here so you know what I mean. My earlier dorm had only one room so we obviously couldn't stay there. Hence, we moved to this one. Ever since then, Harry has had the room he has right now. No wonder I don't know anything about it." Zayn explained. "Right. I just realized it is behind the door to his room. I couldn't open it; he saw me going towards it. And, it's not locked. When you both will be here after your date, check it out. I don't have a good feeling about this." Louis demanded. "Aye aye captain!" Zayn teased. Louis chuckled, "Alright I better get going now. Enjoy your day and night boys." The special emphasis on the word 'night' made Zayn choke and Louis heard Liam shout, "Fuck off, Tommo." "Alright Payno. Bye both of you." Louis cut the call and moved out of the room to see Harry waiting for him. "Let's go." Louis said. "Who were you talking to?" Harry asked. "Uhm, why?" Louis asked. "Just asking. No, don't worry, I didn't hear anything. Not even a word." Harry said, looking at Louis' startled expression. "Right, let's go." Louis said, not answering Harry's question because he didn't want to lie to Harry unnecessarily. Louis moved out the dorm, followed by Harry. Harry again felt unworthy but he would trust Louis because he remembered his sister's advice to believe the three of them.

What if Louis had a boyfriend? Harry thought. Maybe that's why he didn't tell who he was talking to. Harry wanted to ask Louis whether he had a boyfriend when he saw Louis pick his phone and call someone. He tossed the keys to Harry, "I know you can drive, so drive." Harry nodded. Harry sat on the driver's seat and motioned for Louis to sit down. Louis sat down next to Harry and Harry started driving. Harry felt a weird sensation in his stomach. Louis was calling his boyfriend in front of Harry and Harry was just not okay with this, he didn't know why it made him uncomfortable.

He looked at his watch, 3:09pm. He had two hours to go for work. Harry didn't want to go like always, but thought he could be away from Louis in that way. Louis was making him feel something indescribable, ever since he had laid his eyes on him in the cafeteria in Uni.

"Lots!! Missed you so much, love. How are you?" Louis said. Harry tried to distract himself, I fucking don't want to fucking listen to Louis' fucking talk with his fucking boyfriend. Harry thought, wondering why he was swearing so much. "I'm wonderful too Lots. How's Ernest? And all the girls?" Louis was saying. Who's Lots? Who's Ernest? Who are these 'girls'? Harry wondered. "How's everything else?" Louis said. So, Ernest was Louis' boyfriend and Louis is talking to his boyfriend's friend? Harry wondered. "Nothing great here, many things have happened since I last spoke to you. I'll talk about all that later. How's mum?" Louis was saying. Harry clenched the steering wheel. Louis didn't want to talk to 'Lots' in front of Harry. 'Lots' was definitely Louis' boyfriend and Ernest must be 'Lots' brother or friend or something.

Harry decided to forget all this. If Louis had a boyfriend, why did he care? Boyfriends obviously had some private things which they can't talk about in the presence of their friends. Harry made a mental note to play Truth or Dare with Louis after reaching the dorm. Louis spoke a little more with 'Lots' and then hung up saying, "I miss you terribly Lots, don't cry doughnut. All of you. Yeah, two months, I'll be there for Christmas. I'm good don't worry. Lots, I drink enough of Yorkshire tea, does that convince you I'm good? Great, now I'll talk to you later, yeah? Love you. Bye." Louis said, chuckling at the end.

Harry had his eyes on the road. He didn't even want to look at Louis; not when he had a weird sensation in his stomach and something liquid in his eyes. Tears. He didn't understand why they were there but he chose to ignore them. "Yeah, that's it. We're here." Louis said. Harry nodded and turned the car towards Louis' dorm. Harry stopped the car and told Louis, "Please take care of your car, I don't know where to park it. Keys to your dorm please?" Louis nodded and gave Harry the keys, but was confused about Harry's weird behaviour. Harry got out of the car and walked into the dorm.

Louis wondered what had he done wrong and began retracing his steps from Harry's dorm to Louis' dorm. He was confident he hadn't done anything wrong. He shook his head, parked the car and turned the engine off. He walked into the dorm, locked the door, saw Harry's bag on the chair and looked in all the rooms for Harry. "Where are you Hazza?" He asked aloud. "In the washroom Lou, sorry." Harry shouted from the washroom. Louis frowned at the muffled voice of Harry's. "Haz, are you okay?" He asked, knocking on the washroom door. "Yeah Lou, why not. I'll be out in a minute." Harry said, voice much clearer than before. Louis sighed and thought. This boy cries all the time. What do I even do? His brain suggested an idea. Play a game with him. A fun game. But what?

After a moment he understood what he could play with Harry.

Truth and Dare.

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2229 words. 

More like a filler chapter so, sorreh-

How was this? I thought I should try my hand at making Larry jealous of each other. 

Do you normally prefer jeaLouis or jealous Harry? Me always jeaLouis. 

Do you like jealous stuff or fluff? 

I have written the next few chapters already hehe..

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