Harry had left school before lunchtime, as he usually did lately. So this time, Liam was having lunch with Louis.

"Have you talked to Zayn?" He asked as normal.

Liam was about to take a bite out of his sandwich and stared at him seriously. "Will you let me eat in peace?"

Louis snorted and rolled his eyes. "I just want to know if you're okay."

Liam chewed, took a sip of his drink. "I'll be fine if you don't name him every second."

"I haven't seen him these days."

Liam was thoughtful this time, Harry had noticed, and now Louis ... maybe it was a sign. What if something happened to him? He automatically stopped eating because his stomach churned.

"And what about Harry?"

"I suppose the same as always, although ... Can I confess something to you?"

"Of course you know you can trust me"

"I want to believe you haven't talked to anyone about this, Payno"

Liam frowned. "You offend me, Louis," he denied indignantly, although he was laughing internally.

Louis rolled his eyes. "Well, to make a confession, I like him. I like Harry"

Liam opened his eyes and his mouth exaggerated by the confession he just heard. "NO WAY! REALLY?" He smiled and patted Louis on the back. "Thanks for trusting me, though. Can I confess something to you, now?"

Louis nodded slightly flushed.

"I already knew that, anyway. And to be honest, I think you have a chance with him."

Louis smiled broadly. "For real? And why do you say so? What makes you think that?"

They both walk to their classrooms. The ring bell had sounded minutes ago. They had one more class, but they didn't share it. "You'll have to find that out yourself, Tommo."

"But he made it clear to me that he was only looking for sex, it is impossible for him to notice me in that way, don't you think that-"

They were to separate in the hallways to go to their respective classes, Liam turned to see him and patted his cheek as he interrupted. "So, so naive," and continued on his way.

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Liam wasn't walking to his class, on the contrary, he walked to another sector of the school where did he knew Zayn was, or it should be. Anguish was killing him, he wanted to corroborate that Zayn would be in class, and if not, he would find out why he was missing.

"Well, well. Who do we have here!" That voice, ugh ... He hated that damn voice.

Liam turned to see her when he heard her. He was hiding in one of the columns so as not to be discovered. He had deja vu of times times where he spied on Zayn at recess. He laughed at himself at the thought of that. He was acting like an obsessed psycho again.

"What do you want, Claire?"

Claire rested both hands on her waist, smiling. "I think the last time I saw you this way, hiding like that, was when you tried to steal Zayn from me. You don't learn anymore, Payne. Still don't understand that Zayn is min-

"Yeah, yeah, it's yours. Save yourself the speech, sweetheart." Liam walked side by side, colliding shoulder to shoulder, and turned before walking away. "If he had sex with you it was because I broke up with him, you were like a discard"

"Discard or not, he was able to enjoy it while moaning in my bed."

"Yes, well, darling. He also moaned so many times with me, so don't feel like a champion here. Zayn likes dick, mine, more specifically."

Claire rolled her eyes, "Your dick bored him, I'm sorry. I think he said it was too small." She turned dramatically, walking away from there.

Liam shook his head angrily, almost gnashing his teeth. He hated staying with the word in his mouth and he hated Claire so much. He also hated Zayn. He hated him a lot right now.

He continued on his way and crossed Niall, when he saw him, the blonde was paler than he was.

"L-Liam...h-hi."

"Nialler," Liam shook his head in greeting, and walked past him. He wanted to ask him about Zayn, but he was still inwardly disavowing the matter.

"Have you been seeing Zayn, Li?"

Liam stood still, without turning around and frowned. "Why? Something happened?"

"Didn't you hear? He had an accident with his mother on Monday morning."

Liam turned instantly, almost desperately. "What the fuck did you just say?"

"Nothing happened to him. Only his arm is bandaged. I thought you knew, everyone knows."

Liam denied, tossing his hair back. All traces of anger vanished at that moment.

He left the school with utmost urgency. He needed to see Zayn, and verify with his own eyes that his baby was fine.

Once he arrived at his house, Trisha welcomed him happily. Although she knew their relationship was over, it was good to know that Liam was still concerned about her son.

"Sorry for not coming earlier, Trish. I just found out. You are okay?"

"Yes son. Just a blow to the head, but nothing serious."

"Can I see him?"

"Of course, Li. Come up, he's in his room."

He knocked on the door and no one answered. He knocked again and waited a few seconds to open it. Entering the room he confirmed what he suspected, Zayn was asleep. He tried to hide his smile by pressing his lips together, but the wrinkles in his eyes were evident, his eyes sparkled like every time they thought of their baby sleeping.

He walked over to the bed and squatted down as he pulled Zayn's hair back, because they didn't let him see his handsome face. He caressed his gently bandaged arm and reached out to kiss him. Then he stroked his face and looked at the ground.

He wanted to wake him up, kiss him, pamper him and take care of him like every time he was sick, but he couldn't. He was very proud and still he was there. He stood up, kissed his fingertips, and then placed them on Zayn's pink lips to leave the room.

He went down the stairs and went to say goodbye to Trisha.

"Are you leaving, Li?"

"Yes, Zayn sleeps. I didn't want to wake him up. I just wanted to check that he was fine. He is fine, so..."

Trisha nodded sadly. "He misses you, Li. He tells me every day."

Liam lowered his gaze with a nod. "Goodbye, Trish. It was nice to see you" He gave her a hug and left.

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Louis shouldn't have felt cheated when he saw Harry arrive with her that Saturday in the morning. They were supposed to be clear on what they were and what they had. He shouldn't feel used, but he did, he feel cheated.

Harry never bring any of his dates at his house, let alone knowing that his entire family was present and that they might see her leave his room on Sunday at noon. Louis was screwed.

"Hey, can I come in?" Harry knocked on his door that Sunday night. It wasn't so late.

"Yeah." Louis tried not to be nervous as he continued reading his comic.

"What are you doing? I wrote you this afternoon to see you, you didn't answer." That sounded almost like a reproach.

"I wasn't paying attention at my phone" Louis replied, still not looking at him.

"But you read them," he sent himself on the edge of the bed and with one hand he lowered the comic so Louis looked at him at once. "What's going on?"

"What do you think it's happening?" Louis raised an eyebrow indifferently.

Harry shrugged and grimaced wearily. "Okay, you're not in the mood. Can I sleep with you still?"

He had everything under control, he knew that Louis was sometimes in a bad mood and he didn't want to have sex and he only slept, but always the next morning they woke each other up with surprise blowjobs, and ended up doing it. Louis never rejected him.

"No" Louis said.

Harry laughed instantly, thinking it was a joke, but his smile faded when he noticed that Louis' face was serious. "Are you serious? You do not want?"

"We can't have sex again, Harry." He said like nothing and smiled very falsely.

"What? Why?"

"Because I have a girlfriend. Do you remember our deal?"

"Wh-where from? Who?" Harry denied, looking confused.

"I'd rather keep it reserved for a while, it's recent," Louis said, picking up the comic again to continue reading.

Harry frowned. "It's a lie, then."

Louis settled into his bed, and blinked several times.

"You're lying to me, Louis. I know you."

"It's true."

"Let's see, then, what's her name?"

"It's Mia, Niall's cousin," Louis said, trying not to look nervous.

Harry nodded looking at the ground. Okay, that sounded logical, because it was the last girl he saw him with, over a month ago.

"And what-how? Why? Do you like her that much?"

"No, I asked her to be my girlfriend because I don't like her at all!" Louis rolled his eyes, put the comic on his nightstand and crossed his arms. Apparently his friend is not going to let him read anymore.

Harry nodded. His mind sent orders to his body to get up and go home, but he didn't have enough strength to do it. Something was wrong ... Louis didn't- he couldn't have a girlfriend.

"So ..." Harry was staring at a nonexistent point until their gazes connected. "It's over?"

Louis watched him for a moment, then broke eye contact. "I guess so."

There was a rather awkward silence after that. Louis waited for Harry to get up and leave, but contrary to that, he started taking off his slippers and ... and then the clothes. What the fuck is he doing? "What are you doing, Harold?"

"I'm adjusting to sleep. I'm not going to sleep alone tonight."

Louis was suddenly being invaded in his own bed. "No, You can not. Go away, Harry, we can't-"

Harry was convinced that the best way to silence him was with a kiss. And if this was going to be the last chance he had of sleeping with him, he was going to take advantage of it. Louis was supposed to be his , he always told him.

Daddy is yours, Princess

So if it was his, he was going to do whatever he wanted. And he was not going to miss this opportunity to have sex. Even if it was for the last time.

At one point, Harry was straddling Louis, wrapping his arms around him and holding him tight, keeping him from moving too far. Louis wanted to get rid of him. "Don't reject me, Lou" He squeezed Louis' body, burying his face in his chest. "One last time?"

"Are you sure?" Louis asked hesitantly.

"Of course. Yes, I want, do you want?"

Louis wanted to scream that he did, that he wanted it hard, but he wasn't really sure. I mean, this would make it three times as difficult and that was not the idea. He wanted to avoid this, avoid it so as not to suffer but ... How to reject Harry?

Slowly and carefully, he moved closer and positioned himself on top of Harry, watching his beautiful face in detail, as if wanting to keep every feature in his memory forever. At that moment he made a certain movement, rubbing both limbs, which began to harden and from below Harry let out a stifled grunt of satisfaction.

"Mhm ... Lou"

Louis couldn't help getting too excited, he loved hearing Harry like that, desperate. "Beautiful, every day more ... Mine?"

This time he did not use any female pronoun, but only because he was asking Harry, not the character he always played in bed. It was a sincere question, he wanted to know if Harry was truly his or not.

Harry brought one hand to Louis' nape to stroke his hair, and the other to his back, pressing him to rub more precisely. "I'm yours"

Louis continued to simulate penetrations as he devoured him neck with kisses. Harry hunched over his body, over and over, zealously against him without thinking, faster and faster until the bed shook.

"Oh God. I'm yours, Lou"

Louis opened his eyes, finally gave up on everything, and kissed him with uncontained desire. "Are you mine? Are you mine, Harry?" He asked with a lump in his throat. He needed to hear it, he needed to know it.

"Yes. I'm daddy's baby girl... I'm your Princess" Harry moaned.

But that was not the answer Louis wanted to hear.

Automatically he frowned. Yes, of course he loved rough sex with Harry and he also loved that he called him Daddy, but he didn't want that now. He didn't need that. He was tired of getting only sex from him, he was tired of using him and feeling used. This had to end now.

"What's going on? Why did you stop?" Harry's face showed nothing but confusion. Even more so when Louis detached himself from him to sit on the bed, turning his back on him.

"I can't, Harry."

"Why you can not? I said it will be the last time." Harry was out of place. "It will be the last time"

"I just can't"

"I need a fucking explanation, because a simple 'I can't' is not enough. Obviously it's not that you no longer get horny with me because you are hard. What is it?"

Saying 'I like you' will help?

Saying 'I love you' will be too much?

"Because we can't, I have a girlfriend and I respect her. Go, Harry. Please go."

Harry denied while putting on his clothes. Louis still had his back to him but was glancing at him. His heart was beating too fast for his liking and he just wanted to slow it down, ask him to stay up and make love to him all night, but he couldn't. He couldn't because he loved Harry and he didn't want to continue this game.

Harry left without saying a word, closing the door of the room very tightly. Louis cried for him that night. It was the first time.