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Lirry - A Little Less Conversation

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"There he is Li." Niall said, a grin on his lips as himself, Liam and Louis turned their attention to the small, curly haired boy walking into the canteen. Zayn, on the other hand, was focused on his sketchbook.

"He’s just, perfect." Liam whispered, mostly to himself. 

Harry was just 16. Liam fell for him ever since the day he started at Wolverhampton College.

And it starts to kill him. Because Liam thinks he loves Harry. And he does. After just a measly three months of being at the same college as Harry, he has fallen in love with him.

That’s what drives him mad. Because they don’t even speak. Being in different levels is one reason, but then another is Liam’s too afraid. When he plans on asking Harry out, or just simply going over to talk to him, he’s afraid his ego will be damaged when he gets rejected.

But Harry doesn’t help either. When Liam - rarely - gets the courage to stammer a weak hey, the curly haired boy blushes, and lowers his head, and acts all sweet and innocent and shy and Liam just can’t help but imagine him like that in bed: all flushed and soft and whimpering. 

Fuck.

"Hey Harry, wanna sit with us?" Louis asks, and then Niall’s eyes are on Liam, a smirk on his lips.

And then Harry blushes, because he’s sat next to Niall, opposite Liam, with Zayn on his other side, who’s still glued to his sketchpad.

And then Niall and Louis share a look.

And then Niall’s speaking. “Harry, you’re good at maths, aren’t you?”

"Yeah. G-got an A*." The small boy smiled, his voice a little proud.

"Congrats. You see our boy here, Liam. He’s been failing in maths. You think you could tutor him?" Louis said.

Harry bites his lip, because he knows how Liam feels about him, and he feels the same. 

He looks up at Liam, smiling. “Yeah, of course.” He assured with a nod.

Then the taller boy speaks up. “I got practice tonight, so I don’t know.” 

"I-it’s fine." Harry’s voice is soft, and when Liam looks up, Niall and Louis hav faces that are saying ‘oh well, another day’, but he knows they’re gonna plan something.

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He’d rather be with Harry right now. Just them, alone. Liam thinks as he runs the final lap of the track. He’s topless, sweaty and it’s getting dark. He wants to get home, get away from the almost empty college. So he opts for no change, just stays in his sweats, trainers and throws his shirt back on.

Liam walks out the changing rooms and heads down the corridor, towards the main doors. But then he stops. 

There. Dressed in the same skinny jeans, black jumper and red beanie as earlier at lunch, stands the boy. Harry.

"Hi." The curly haired boy smiles, his eyes lighting up when he sees Liam. "H-hey, what are you doing here?" The taller one replies.

"I thought I’d stay behind and catch up, seeing as you cancelled on me." Harry smiled with a warm giggle. And god it’s just so, so uplifting to hear that sound.

"Yeah, look, I’m sorry about that. I can do it now?" Liam offered, and he feels a little stupid, because it looked as if Harry was leaving too, planning on going home.

The small boy smiles and again, lights up. “Sure, if you don’t mind.”

They’re soon in Liam’s car. Harry’s texting his mum about his new plans and Liam’s wishing he had changed, because he’s sure the smell of sweat isn’t very pleasing.