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Louis slumps along the wall outside his theater class, feeling sort of annoyed with himself. Auditions were in two weeks.

Louis really needed to get a hold of himself because he was screwing up.

"Louis?"

Louis jumped, looking up to see fucking Ashton Irwin, holding a half-full water bottle and smiling slightly.

"Hey," Louis says quietly, punching himself in the gut- well, mentally, of course.

"Why are you out in the hall?" Ashton asked curiously, peering around the empty hall.

"I'm just... I needed a breather," Louis replied.

Louis felt the warm weight beside him before it even happened. Ashton was now sitting beside Louis, pressed against his side.

"I know what that feels like- needing a breather. My mates and I often need one-"

"I forgot you were in a band," Louis said shyly, smiling a bit.

He was doing this. He was talking to Ashton.

"Yeah, I am. My friends Luke, Zayn, and I. We're working to get another guitarist for base, but it's really hard. Do you know guitar?"

Louis laughed a bit. "Hell no. But I'm wicked with a keyboard."

Ashton laughed back and Louis was mentally fawning because Ashton was so cute.

"Thank you, by the way," Louis blurted. Ashton have another smile.

"For what?"

"For defending me at the party, the other night. That was really nice of you, Ashton."

"You haven't done a thing to anyone, Louis. You work magic on the stage and apparently you work magic in bed because no normal guy can take what you do," Ashton teased.

"How do you know I'm a bottom?" Louis gasped.

"No offense, Louis, but your arse is gigantic. If I was into guys, you'd be first on my list." Louis knew Ashton was aiming to compliment.

"Well, thanks, Ashton. If you were gay, I'd be happy to complete your bucket list of fucking me."

Ashton laughed again, rolling his eyes. "Well, I better get to class. I like talking to you, Louis."

"Y-yeah, I liked it, too."

Ashton winked and took off.

Louis took a deep breath, stood up, and went back inside.

~~~

"Rori! Pull over to the left!" Louis ordered, bouncing in his seat. He hated sitting in the back of Rori's damn SUV, but the sight in front of him made it better.

Louis rolled his window down, peering out. "What're you doing, Styles?"

Harry glanced up, smiling when he saw his friend.

Harry looked ridiculously adorable. He had on black skinnies, a black tank top, and fuzzy white socks. Instead of wearing his normal Snapback, his hair was loose from the confines of the hat. Harry looked hot.

"What're you doing, Harry?" Louis repeated when Harry made it to the car. They were parked in front of a nice, two story house.

"Just writing music," Harry answered, gesturing towards his notepad that was on the porch steps.

Harry leaned against the car, bracing himself against Louis's door, hands pressed against the bottom of the window. Ugh.

"Just saw you outside and made Rori pull over," Louis said carelessly, gesturing towards the driver. Rori smiled shyly.

"This is Niall and Calum, by the way," Louis continued, pointing out the two. Niall waved from the passenger. Calum, who was beside Louis, stayed silent. Harry coughed.

"Um, nice to meet the two of you. Nice to see you again, Rori."

"Anywhore, we're off to run lines, so...? I'll talk to you later," Louis said shyly, smiling at Harry, who grinned back.

"'Course, Lou. Bye."

~~~

"Calum, can you please talk to us? What's wrong?" Louis asked as he laid on his own bed, kicking his feet against his bum.

Calum, who was in the royal purple beanbag on the floor, sighed and laid his script in his lap. "Nothing, Louis. I'm trying to read lines."

"You'll definitely get the part, Grumpy Gill," Rori muttered as she laid on her back beside Louis.

"Playing the bad guy is easy for Calum," Niall agreed. "But I'll make a great little monkey!"

Louis giggled, appreciating his friends for a minute. They were all so different, yet so very alike.

"Aaaand my mum wants me home," Rori said suddenly, sitting up and grabbing her messenger bag.

"Let's go, grump," Niall said, holding out his hands for Calum to grab and stand. "Bye, Lou!"

"Bye, Louis!"

"Bye."

"Bye!"

The three left. Louis sighed and sat up before falling back onto his pillows. His phone buzzed and he picked it up, reading the message before sliding to reply from the lock screen.

Hey, wanna hang out? We can start the first lesson! xH

Sure, you know where I live. Be here soon. -Lou

On my way, already, buttercup. (: xH

Louis laughed to himself, getting up to comb his messy hair and take off his leggings. No way would Harry see him in those. Louis pulled on light wash jeans, adjusted his blue shirt, and pulled on blue socks.

Louis heard the doorbell ring, but he knew his aunt would just send Harry up. Sure enough, the lanky lad was stepping into Louis's room. He'd changed into a grey tee and pulled on brown boots. Of course, there was a cherry red Snapback on his head, backwards.

"Hey," Harry greeted, looking around Louis's room. He'd never been in it.

It was neat and a bit girly. The color scheme was white and a deep purple.

"Is purple your favorite color?" Harry asked, plopping into the beanbag where Calum originally sat.

"Purple is the color of royalty. I am the queen."

"Right, right," Harry mumbled distractedly, still looking. The room was so neat, so clean. He was a bit surprised since Louis seemed like the messy type.

"Why do you live with your aunt?" Harry asked suddenly, eyes snapping to Louis's.

"My mother moved and I wanted to stay," Louis replied briskly, picking at his fingernails.

Harry nodded, glancing over at the instrument in the corner. "Do you play?"

Louis eyed the acoustic guitar before shaking his head. "No, I got it as a Christmas gift and never got around to selling it."

"Selling it? Who would get you a gift that you couldn't play?"

"My father," Louis snapped bitterly. Harry widened his eyes as the icy cold hiss in Louis's normally high, delicate voice.

"I didn't mean to pry, Louis-"

"Do you play?"

"What?"

"Do you play guitar?"

"Um, yeah. I own two-"

"Play," Louis instructed, gesturing towards the instrument.

Harry adjusted his Snapback nervously before getting up and grabbing the guitar. He held it close to him and strummed it a few times, turning the tuning dials, and strumming again before repeating the process. Finally, Harry played a pretty tune, smirking at Louis.

"Wow, wow. What a show off!" Louis fake-gasped, covering his mouth with his hand.

"I am not a show off! You asked me to play, you knocker!" Harry chuckled, sitting in the window seat. Harry wiggle his eyebrows and patted the seat next to him. With a relecetuant sigh, Louis crawled out of bed and joined Harry at the window seat.

Harry played a bit more, smiling serenely at the work he was doing.

"Did you write that?" Louis asked when Harry grew silent.

"I did. Do you like it?"

"It was really amazing."

"It was, wasn't it?" Harry agreed cockily, smirking and showing those damned dimples.

"You're ridiculous... Teach me to play."

"Yes, your majesty," Harry said in a snobby voice, handing over the guitar. "Now, strum."

Louis strummed the guitar and a cackling Harry took the instrument back, placing it on the stand.

"You're horrid. Don't ever do that again."

Louis snorted, rolling his eyes. "Alright, Mr. Straight Line. Let's teach you how to flirt."

"I know how-"

"Gay flirting and straight flirting are completely different."

"Completely," Harry repeated, rolling his emerald eyes.

"Well, I don't have boobs, so talk about my bum a lot. And grab my hand, don't lace my fingers together. And gays are typically higher on the PDA level."

"PDA? Like... We're gonna kiss and stuff?" Harry mumbled, scrunching his nose.

"No, Harry, we're going to be that save-it-until-marriage gay couple. Oh, idiot, of course we're going to kiss. We're putting on a show!" Louis hissed.

"Yeah, yeah. I just... I've never kissed anything with a dick."

"Considering male animals of any form are the only objects with dicks, I take that for 'I haven't ever kissed a guy'."

"Pretty much," Harry agreed, shrugging. Kissing a gay was a little disgusting. Harry likes the feeling of soft, plump girl lips and the faint taste of cherry Chapstick with lipstick and curvy hips to rub and boobs to grab. He liked girls.

"Okay, well, it's almost exactly like kissing a girl."

"Except that dick between your legs, your flat chest, your... Okay, well, you're a bit like a girl," Harry concluded, nodding firmly.

"So, it's easier for you. Do you, um, do you want to practice or do you want to wing it when we do it on public?"

"Eh," Harry mumbled. "I like a little surprise."

~~~

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