Hot Chocolate☕ || L.S. (Complete) ✔️

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It didn't take Louis to get over the shock of nearly falling to his death after Harry had successfuly managed to save him from his impending doom.

"Are you OK, Lou Lou?" Harry asked several times after he himself finished panicking.

Louis was, once again, left at a loss for words as he clutched his heart in a breathless attempt to calm it down properly. If it were not for that tiny nail sticking out from the floor of the tree house hooking onto his shirt momentarily, well.....Louis isn't sure where he'd be right now.

"Think I could go for that mouth to mouth right about now, as all."

Harry sighed in relief, the poor kid, hugging Louis to him tightly and sobbing about nearly losing his only friend.

"You're- you're amazing. I think you may have saved me life." Louis' eyes shown with something Harry had never seen before with people. Gratitude, and love. "I could have died just now, if not for you, angel."

Harry blushed and felt it was right to go with his instincts and kiss Louis' cheek to reassure himself that he was actually still there, that this wasn't a dream. "No problem, Louis." Harry made sure they were safely away from the doorway before he snuggled into the dip in Louis' leather coat. "You'd do the same for me, right?"

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"Mr. Tomlinson, if you'd please get out of your slump and listen to my teachings, you might regain your spot as my number one, ey?"

Louis was barely listening to his teacher, as he didn't care about some stupid elementary school book about "Holes" if he was completely honest. What type of moron did these people take him for? He read Emily Dickinson for crying out loud!

He was more enamored with his book, but not for the reason most would think.

Harry had apparently gotten ahold of one of his take-home textbooks and drew lots of hearts and even wrote his name in his best handwriting, just as Louis taught him.

Six year olds should not be ignorant to that of their penmanship, especially when it involves them not knowing the spelling of their own names. Aside from that, the tiny drawn hearts went straight to Louis' actual beating one, as they represented something more than Harry was letting on. And if the little boner Harry had gotten from Louis getting carried away wasn't enough of a hint, than Louis didn't know what was.

So there it was, Harry Styles, written in a elegant fashion with hearts surrounding it. Right next to Louis'. It made the older so proud that he aided Harry in the art of shaping him as an older, growing human. He's succeeding where his parents have failed.

The only the wrong in this situation was that Harry was on punishment, most likely for no reason whatsoever. And it was two days before Christmas and a day before his birthday. How fucked up was that?

"Louis!" Mr. Higgons scolded with a slap of the ruler to his desk. "We've only 5 minutes of class and that means what?"

The boy sighed and slumped back in his seat, not in the mood to learn. "Five more minutes of learning. Hoo-ray." It was very unlikely of Louis to act this way, and Mr. Paul said nothing more to him until after class when he attached a note to his book. 'Get better xx'

Paul wasn't a bad guy. Especially since he considered Louis his brightest pupil.

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"Why are you always hanging out with that fag boy, Louis?"

"Bug off, Brandon. M' not in the mood for your lunacy."

"Me what?"

It was after school that Louis walked faster than normal to go visit Harry secretly. It would all go much more smoothly if he didn't have a poor excuse of a bully following him.

"I'm serious Brandon. Fuck off!"

Brandon stood in front of him. "Why? Making the kid give you a handjob or something? You're so gay, he's like 4."

Louis pushed past him, getting fairly annoyed. "He's seven you waste of oxygen." Why wasn't he with his clique? Didn't he have some wall to smash his head into?

"Kid's a moron."

Louis snapped. He swung his fist around so hard his arm nearly came out of it's socket. How dare Brandon call his Harry stupid? With a smug grin on his face to go with the insult. If anyone had the right to call Harry names, it'd be Louis.

But he'd never do that. He would never lie like that. Harry was brilliant, and Louis wasn't being biased at all when he said it. It was a fact that Harry was a natural learner, and more beautiful than anything Louis has ever seen.

Brandon's body collided with the cold ground and the blue-eyed boy almost wished he'd bust his head open. Grabbing a fist full of Brandon's shirt, he lifted him up and whispered dangerously low, "if you ever let shit like that come out of your mouth about Harry Styles again, you better back that shit up . Because I'll knock your ass back into 1st year where you belong if you think I'll let you sit here and degrade him like this."

Louis punctuated every word with a shake to the bleeding boy and threw him onto his back again powerfully. Serves the piece of shit right. Louis wasn't letting anyone else walk over on him. Coming at Harry was morally unacceptable. It should be against the law, in fact.

Without another word, he walked away, feeling victorious. Yet, like all good things, it didn't last long.

Such a shame, too. He'd almost made it to Harry's door step until a not so friendly looking policeman pulled up to him, a furiously bruised Brandon in the backseat. How did Louis always end up in these situations?

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