"Hello, Louis," Harry greeted as soon as he entered Louis's little 'classroom'.

The older lad smiled up at Harry from his place by the bookshelf. He was flipping through a smaller book, seeming to be searching for something but he just snapped the book closed and place it away when Harry offered him a to-go cup of Yorkshire tea.

"You're spectacular," Louis commented like he usually did whenever Harry brought him beverages. (Which was every lesson.)

"I'm not any more amazing than you, Louis," Harry mumbled with a blush.

"Ha... So, how do you like my mother? Be honest." Louis's lips pursed as he blew at the top of his steaming tea. He'd removed the kid like he always did and Harry was internally melting.

"Jay is very kind. I can't wait for you to meet my mom. Soon. I'll take you to Cheshire soon," Harry promised, sipping his own hot chocolate.

"Do you think my mom is strange in any sort?" Louis asked nervously.

"She seemed upset that I was younger," Harry pointed out, raising his eyebrows.

Other than this minuscule fact, Harry really did like Louis's mother. She was sweet and observant. She was actually a lot like Harry's own mum.

"You didn't get that?" Louis giggled, although he was blushing furiously.

"No. Was I supposed to?"

"She wants me to get pregnant. Thought you were... Y'know, a bottom. And you're attractive. She was upset," Louis explained, sitting down at the bench.

"Wow... I'm... She wants you to have children at such a young age?"

"As a carrier, it's really a big honor to have children, Harry. I want to have babies. I'm different and I like it. I love it! Mum is just proud that she conceived a carrier. Makes her feel special, I s'pose," Louis spoke.

Harry nodded in understanding as he watched Louis flip through his music binder.

"Come learn," Louis ordered, glancing at Harry's lanky frame.

~~~

"Hello?" Harry asked into the phone, which he'd placed on speaker and set on the counter.

"Hello, Harry. It's Louis."

Harry smiled a bit because, yeah, he obviously had caller ID, but Louis did this every time and it was adorable.

"Hiya, Lou."

"Hey. So, do you want to, maybe, come out with us tonight? Us, like, a few friends and myself. My friend Ashton is having a party at his frat house and I was thinking that you could attend it with me... As my date," Louis rambled and Harry swooned.

"Sure. But... Ashton? A bit muscly, adorable, and Austrian?"

"That's him. 'Cept I'm ten times as adorable."

"He takes some music classes with me!"

"He's my piano sub."

The two exchanged laughs before getting back on subject.

"You up to come?"

"Sure, love, let me finish making dinner."

"What is it?"

"Veggie rolls and rice. I used whole wheat-"

Louis hung up.

~~~

Harry found himself sitting in the back seat of a cramped car with a good-looking Louis sitting in his lap.

Harry was a little sweaty because

A) there were four people in the back seat

B) The heater was on in the packed car

And

C) Louis was looking exceptionally good while grinding slightly on Harry's crotch

Harry honestly wasn't ready to do anything sexual with Louis yet, but the friction was driving him to imagine Louis, sweaty and up against a wall.

Gosh, Harry had to find his chill.

"We're here!" spoke the driver, who was a blonde guy Harry's never seen in his life.

Everyone exited the car and Louis shyly linked his fingers with Harry's, who grinned.

Louis looked way cuter standing up and facing him. He wore a Marvel tee, a jean jacket, dark sninnies, and grey Vans. He was growing a slight stubble on his pretty face and although it was odd, Harry didn't mind it. His feathery hair was fluffed out and, overall, he looked amazing.

"Sorry about the lack of space. Niall is a bit of a people person," Louis responded, smiling shyly.

"It's funny that you have a ton of friends but I've only met... Zero," Harry said with a smirk.

Louis blanched. "Well, we've hardly hung out outside lessons and-"

"I'm teasing you, Louis. You haven't met any of my friends."

"You have friends?!" Louis spoke in mock surprise.

"Yes! Ed, Zayn, Luke, and Lennox happen to be very good friends of mine!" Harry defended.

Harry's spoke of his friends but he had no pictures of the lot in his house and they've never been around. Louis liked to tease Harry and say they were imaginary friends.

"Yo! You're at a party, not your honeymoon!" The blonde- Niall- said with a crooked grin.

Harry nodded and led Louis inside. The place was crowded and sweaty. Like Niall's car, Harry thought. It was sort of like parties on television, except people were actually just chilling instead of grinding and making out.

People were doing that, too, but there were groups of people just talking.

"What would you like to do? Get a drink?" Harry offered. Louis nodded and guided Harry to the kitchen, where they found Ashton Irwin, taking a shot from a girl's body.

"Ash," Louis greeted once he'd made eye contact with his friend.

"Louis! And, um, Henry?" Ashton asked. He didn't sound drunk and his eyes were hazel and clear and Harry blinked.

"Harry," Louis corrected, clutching Harry's large hand tightly with his own smaller one.

"Yeah, he takes classes with me. How do you know him?"

"I teach him piano," Louis said casually, picking at Harry's flannel buttons aimlessly, avoiding Ashton's eyes.

The thing was, Ashton was flirty and could get whatever he wanted. And if he wanted Harry? He was sure to succeed.

"Well, I have a girl to bed," Ashton spoke quietly to the two of them, grinning wickedly before snaking an arm around the body shot girl and pulling her away.

"Have you ever talked to Ashton?" Louis asked as he grabbed a bottle labeled Mike's Hard Lemonade.

"A few times, but always about music or girls," Harry responded honestly, grabbing a water for himself. He was going to stay sober so that they could get home okay.

"He's very cool. A bit outspoken, though. Cute, eh?" Louis asked slowly, popping the top on his bottle.

"And totally a bottom, Lou," Harry teased, tapping Louis's side playfully.

The smaller lad giggled and squirmed away from Harry.

"Yeah, he would bottom in a gay relationship. A right whore, that bloke. He's never been in a relationship after his first when he was sixteen. He told me about her when he was drunk one time. A girl named 'Sasha' broke his heart and now he's a super slut, like me," Louis exaggerated.

Harry shook his head, frowning slightly.

"Do you usually hook up at parties?" Harry asked casually, turning up his can to drink.

"I've only had sex once."

Harry choked on his beer. "No way."

"I'm not really a super slut, Harry," Louis scoffed.

"Well, I know that, but you're just so... You're so Louis."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you're perfect."

Next thing Harry knew, Louis's lips were locked with his.

And he didn't complain about that.

~~~

Can anyone spot the Easy A reference? Kudos to the first!

QOTC:

Ashtoooon

PQOTC:

5Sauce or nah?

MA:

Yes Ashton is so perfect (standing there)

I rather like this chapter... I'm proud of myself.

Anyone not like it?