*TWITTER*

Nick Grimshaw (@grimmers)
@TheTommo you're ignoring me on purpose love

Hanna Malik (@mrszaynm)
TOMMO IS DATING NICK FUCKING GRIMSHAAAAW

Live While We're Young (@PlainBlackTs)
TOMMO IS DATING NICK THEY ARE FIGHTING WHAT IS LIFE

Olivia Styles (@Olivia_97)
@grimmers Are you and Tommo dating?

Joanna Cole (@Jcole_Payne)
HE'S NOT WITH HARRY?!?!

Shannon (@payzercrazer)
OMG WHAT IS THIS

Janine Gilbert (@number317)
I wonder what would happen if one day Tommo randomly introduces us to his boyfriend and nobody has any idea whatsoever who he is.

-5 minutes later-

Harry Styles (@Harry_Styles)
You are not to touch what isn't yours

Kayla Grey (@Harrystrousers)
DID THIS JUST HAPPEN

Black feather girl (@gurlwithheadband)
Did somebody touch his girl or

Adriana (@seventhousand1)
"@Harry_Styles: you are not to touch what isn't yours" is this jealous harry or what?

Evelyn Francis (@HappyFeet12)
And award for best indirect goes to @Harry_Styles

-2 hours later-

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
Gonna go out here and "confirm" that I am absolutely not dating Nick Grimshaw.

Nick Grimshaw (@grimmers)
@TheTommo I wish I was that lucky :(

Trisha! (@t_string)
BUT I DON'T UNDERSTAND NOTHING MAKES SENSE ANYMORE

---

"Fucking asshole," Harry cursed as he read the tweets later that same Monday.

"Harry..." Louis tried.

"He's an ass."

"Yeah, but-"

"A fucking twat." Louis just sighed and gave his boyfriend a sidelong glance. Harry had been going through people's reactions on Twitter and it wasn't exactly helping his mood. After having a pretty intense make out session and Louis had given Harry a rather amazing blowjob, if he could say so himself, he had found that "Tommo and Grimmy" was trending in the entire UK, and he tweeted out that he was not dating him. That only led to Nick's response and Harry's really bad mood.

"Was it really necessary? Did he really have to call you 'Love'? He's a shit starter! And did he really have tweet again?!," Harry continued. "Fucking asshole."

"Love," Louis said only to receive a pointed stare from him. Louis rolled his eyes and continued anyway, "Can you stop fussing about it? I've already told them I'm not with him. They know that now."

"I don't care. He's an ass."

"Babe..." Harry didn't answer and just stared murderously at his screen. Louis gave up and leaned back against the armrest on the other side of the couch. Scrolling through his own phone he read what people had to say. Most people were still confused but accepted his "confirmation" and as most of them wanted him to be together with Harry, they gladly took his tweet to heart. Nick hadn't texted or called Louis again since he tweeted that he was absolutely not with him. Louis did not intend to ever answer Nick's tweet, he wasn't going to start a fuss and he wasn't going to encourage any kind of continuation of what Nick was trying to start.

Louis scrolled through his timeline until he got a notification that his boyfriend had tweeted again. Almost dreading to read what he had written this time, Louis made it onto his account.

Harry Styles (@Harry_Styles)
And you are not to be jealous of something you used to have but was too foolish to let go of.

Harry did have a certain way of being indirect and pointed but also sounding wise, but anyhow Louis sighed and climbed over to him. He pulled his phone out of his hands and put it on the coffee table in front of them. "Stop."

"But he's-"

"Stop," Louis said again and climbed into his lap, straddling him. "You're just giving it more attention."

"I just-"

"No."

"But he-"

"Shush."

"I-"

"No," Louis said again, shaking his head. Harry gave up and slumped back against the couch, scrunching his eyebrows together. Louis let his thumb stroke his right cheekbone and even though Harry was being stubborn and grumpy he let his big hands rest on Louis' thighs. He was wearing grey sweats and a jumper so he didn't exactly look very sexy and the gesture was more out of comfort than anything else.

"Can we forget about him for a few minutes? He wants you to be upset and you're letting him get to you."

"Well he's hitting on my boyfriend, what am I supposed to do?"

Louis couldn't help the small smile in the corner of his mouth and threaded his hands into Harry's curls, tilting his head back against the edge of the couch. Harry groaned, still in annoyance over the whole thing.

"Sweetheart. It's on twitter."

Harry's eyes flashed and startled Louis when he fiercely sat up. He gripped him around the waist where he was sitting on his lap, making sure he didn't fall off. "He called you and said he wanted back together. I think I'm allowed to be a little upset," he bit out.

Louis sighed and untangled his fingers from his hair only to fist them in his shirt instead. He brought him closer by tugging on it and said, "Yeah, but you're letting him ruin our night." Harry slumped back against the couch again and made a grumpy sound that felt like he agreed but didn't like it.

"You know what I don't get though?" He snapped up, once again startling Louis.

"No?" he said once his heart rate had slowed down. Harry's little spasms were giving him a whiplash.

"How he could let you go." And there is a sick feeling in Louis stomach. It was weird to think about that time now. It felt like such a long time ago. But he remembered how bad he felt after every fight they had and he remembered how Niall had to force him out of bed under threats and how he held him when he cried. It had been sort of the start of his and Niall's friendship and had been quite the bonding experience. And then before he met Harry he had just begun to actually be fine with it. He was over Nick, it didn't bother him as much as it used to and he was fine with the fact that he would never be with him again. But thinking of it now, when he had Harry was different. Now he could tell the difference from real relationship and whatever he used to have with Grimmy. It was so clear now how badly he'd been treated by him. Sure he hadn't been such an angel himself, but still. Harry was the opposite of what Nick had even tried to be with him and honestly the difference was quite upsetting.

"Baby, that I used to wonder for a long time," he answered and he could se the frown form on Harry's face. "What?"

"I hate that he hurt you."

"Harry..."

"I hate that he was an ass and I hate that he hurt you and I hate that he's trying to do it again." Harry was serious and Louis swallowed harshly. Yeah, the difference was massive.

"I-"

"I just want you to know that I," he said fiercely. "I would never do that to you. Never." Louis looked into his green orbs and placed his hands on either sides of his face and let his thumbs stroke the skin beside his nose. He smiled weakly.

"I know."

"I love you so much," Harry said, fingers tightening on his hips. Just as Louis leaned down and was about to press their lips together he was interrupted.

"Awww, aren't you the cutest couple in the world?" Zayn said, coming in through the hallway with Niall trailing behind. The sarcasm was clear and his voice full of displeasure as he narrowed his eyes at their position on the couch. He noticed Louis' angry glare and he rolled his eyes. "Oh hi, Louis. Still the best boyfriend ever?"

"Hi Zayn. Still a jerk?"

"I don't know, depends if you still want me to go fuck myself."

"Depends on if you're still a twat or not."

"Woah," Harry interrupted. He turned in his seat, Louis still on his lap. "What's going on?"

"They're fighting," Niall said, staring a little harder at Zayn who just shrugged his look off. Zayn opened the fridge and brought out a can of diet coke, opening it loudly and taking a long, provoking sip while staring at Louis. He put it down with smack against the counter.

"Why?" Harry asked, turning again to look at his boyfriend, only to find Louis murderously glaring at Zayn. That was his coke.

"Because our lovely Zayn here decided to ruin our party on purpose," Louis growled.

"What?" Harry frowned, glancing back at Zayn.

"And your perfect little boy told me to go fuck myself and is a selfish little- OW!" Zayn gasped when Niall yanked his head back by his hair. Harry watched in disbelief and Louis smirked spitefully. Niall pulled Zayn by his hair through the short distance from the kitchen to his room and practically threw him inside. But not before giving Harry a meaningful look.

"I trust you to talk to your boy about his keeping his mouth shut sometimes," Niall said and closed the door behind him. Immediately Harry turned to Louis whose face was portraying the definition of innocence.

"Want to tell me what that was all about?"

"I don't know. Zayn is weird sometimes..." Harry rolled his eyes at Louis' attempt but gave him the look that told him to cut the shit out. "Fine," Louis sighed. "He approached me at the party and he was drunk and I was mad and we had a moment."

"And?"

"And he called me selfish and confessed to ruining our party and then I told him to fuck himself, and I guess...I should've just let it slide because he was drunk...?" Louis said, trying to figure it out whilst speaking.

Harry frowned thoughtfully, hands heavy on Louis' thighs. "Why was he calling you selfish?"

"I don't know," Louis shrugged. "He said it was always about me? I don't know." He actually didn't understand what Zayn's lash out had meant. It felt a little like when Niall had been upset with him a while back because Harry had been taking up all his time. "Maybe he misses you? I mean, Niall felt neglected before because I'm with you all the time. Maybe Zayn feels the same way?"

"I guess, but Liam is okay with it though." Harry looked up at Louis.

"He has a girlfriend too though," Louis reminded him. "Zayn doesn't. He has you guys. Maybe he misses you."

"When did you become so smart?" Harry grinned up at him.

"Baby, I was born this way," Louis smirked and tangled his fingers with Harry's as his other searched their way up to tug at the waistband of Louis' sweats.

Harry laughed. "Quoting Lady Gaga?"

"Shut up," Louis grinned.

---

When Louis got to campus he seemed to find an awful lot of people staring at him. Either they were openly giving him dirty looks or they were sneaking small glances, or regarding him unsurely. He tried to stroll confidently towards his classroom but truthfully he felt self-conscious. He didn't know why they were looking. He didn't have anything in his face or shirt (he had checked) and he couldn't find anything else that was worth staring at. For a moment he was scared that they had figured it out. That they had found out about Harry and that he was secretly The Tommo. But nobody approached him and he felt like if they had known he was with Harry then at least someone would come up to him and demand details about his sex life. But nobody did and he continued getting weird looks and they didn't stop even when was sitting in the back of his classroom next to Stan and Emily.

As much as Louis enjoyed getting an education, learning and you know, making sure he had something to do for money, nothing of it had anything on playing candy crush on his phone. Harry the little bastard had downloaded it a while ago and the game was just bloody addictive and also a good distraction from thinking about why some people turned in their seats to look at him. Of course Louis sucked at it, but it didn't stop him from playing. After losing his level for the sixth time he banged his fist harshly into the wooded table, not being able to control his anger and forgetting that people treated him like he had the plague.

"Fucking bullshit!" All heads turned to stare at him. Oh. "Did I really say it that loud?" he cringed.

"Yes you did," Professor Duncan said in annoyance. "Now if you put away that game of yours, you'll learn that..." And lalalalalaaaaaaa. Louis couldn't care less.

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
@Harry_Styles You've ruined my life

"What are you doing?" Stan said, peaking over his shoulder. No, shoo, away. You can't see. Louis hid his phone.

"Tweeting."

"Tweeting who?"

"Someone."

"Someone hot?"

"Actually yes."

"What's his name?" Stan asked expectantly.

"Harry..." Louis said slowly, watching his reaction attentively. Stan's face was unreadable and Louis felt a little nervous. "You haven't spoken to Darren lately, have you?"

"Only briefly in the hall," he shrugged. "Hey, did you hear that rumor?"

"What rumor?" Louis asked suspiciously as his phone chirped.

Harry Styles (@Harry_Styles)
@TheTommo Lovely. What have I done now? x

The Tommo (@TheTommo)
@Harry_Styles You do not simply download candy crush on the weaks' phones. How you even now my Apple ID password is beyond me.

"That you and him are banging?"

"What?!" Louis gasped, then realized he was too loud again. "What?" he hissed, absolutely horrified. No, no, no!

"So it's not true?" Stan's face fell and he actually looked disappointed. Louis hit him.

"I just told you I'm dating someone called Harry! Of course it's not true!"

"Did you dump him for Niall and then dump Niall for this guy?"

"WHAT! No!"

"Louis!" Professor Duncan yelled. "It's either sip your mouth or out you go!" He pointed dramatically at the door and Louis shook his head.

"Sorry! Sorry!" Then he snapped his head to Stan. "Where the hell have you gotten all this?!" he whispered. Who were saying these things?! How could people know this? Darren was the only one to think that and he would never say anything right?

"Emily told me and she heard it from Hannah who..." Louis paled.

"How many people have heard these rumors and how many people think I'm boning both Darren and Niall?" he asked weakly. Stan gave him a sympathetic expression and that was the only confirmation he needed. Fuck. His phone chirped.

Harry Styles (@Harry_Styles)
@TheTommo ..... :D ?x

"Stop being an adorable little fucker when I'm having a crisis," Louis groaned. Who told? Who the hell had told people about the Louis/Darren/Niall/Harry situation? He guessed he didn't blame Darren for telling someone about his heartbroken feelings, but one of his friends had a real fucking big mouth.

"So you haven't slept with either of them?" Emily asked, leaning over her table.

"No, Emily," he sighed exasperatedly. No he had not.

When the class was finally over, Louis got out of his seat as fast as possible, eager to get off campus and he glared at anyone dared even a peak at him. People thought he was a slut! That was the reason they were glaring and staring and they all thought he was two-timing and ugh! Fucking rumors! Who the hell believed those anyway?

"Piece of crap university", he cursed as he got out of the building. Making his way off campus he continued grumbling to himself. When he found out who was spreading rumors about him then,

"Hey! Darren!" he yelled, seeing him walking across the parking lot. Either Darren didn't hear him or he pretended he didn't because he didn't stop walking and Louis had to run to catch up with him. There were a lot of people around, eyeing Louis' every step towards Darren, but he didn't care. He needed to sort this out. He caught up with him and put a hand on his arm.

"Darren!" he breathed, trying to catch his breath.

Darren turned and stared harshly at him. "What do you want?"

"I know you know about the rumors. And I also know that you didn't start them. Right?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Right," Darren said, face still hard.

"But obviously you told somebody," Louis continued, not seeing how Darren's hand twitched. "And I get why you would. I was a dick. A real dick and I'm sorry. I am, truthfully. But now you see, there are these rumors about me, so one of your great little friends must have spilled. So please, I suggest you talk to your friends about being nice and respectful-" Then Darren's fist was flying out and connecting with his face.

"You don't know anything about friendship, Louis. So fuck off," he spat and left him bent over and crying painfully. Louis clutched his face, the spot beneath his eye and next to his nose burning. What the fuck had just happened? What the fuck!

"Louis!" he heard Niall's voice behind him, sifting through the crowd.

"I got punched," Louis cried.

"What?"

"Darren fucking punched me and I can't feel my face." He wiped tears off his face and glared at anyone who dared meeting his eyes.

"Oh dear," Niall breathed and held Louis' face back to carefully take a look at the wound. His thumb swept across the hurt area and Louis whined loudly. His face was throbbing like Darren's fist had been a sledgehammer and he couldn't stop the tears. Niall let him go and Louis bent down to cradle his head by his knees. People looked at him concernedly and some just shook their heads like he'd had it coming. Louis wanted to flip them off. He still couldn't believe what had just happened. Darren had punched him! Physical violence! Maybe technically he deserved it, but getting smacked in the face and wounding his precious face, wasn't that a bit much? Darren had to be more hurt than Louis had thought.

"Fucking twat. He deserved it," someone beside him muttered and Louis' snapped his head up. It was a bad idea because his head felt like it'd fall off.

"What the fuck did you say?" he growled.

The guy at first looked a little taken aback at his angry outburst, but then he shrugged, looking like a snobby little Ralph Lauren whose horse was also marked on his chest. "You deserved it. Nobody fucks two people at the same time and gets away with it."

Louis thought he'd explode. "I HAVE NOT FUCKING SLEPT WITH-" he bellowed loudly and then there was a restraining hand on his shoulder and Niall was in front of him before he could get into another fight.

"He hasn't slept with me," Niall announced through his teeth. "And not Darren either so I suggest you all fuck off." He took Louis under his arm and let him cry in pain onto his shoulder as they left the parking lot and all the judging people. Louis wasn't by any means weak, but Darren was well trained and strong and a full on face punch from him wasn't exactly a light treatment. His face was red and would probably turn purple soon. Niall stuffed him into a cab and sent the cab driver off as he still had classes to attend. Louis sobbed in the backseat, trying to get his head around everything. When he couldn't, he dialed Harry's number.

"Baby?" he answered and all Louis did was sob. "What's wrong?"

"I got punched," he got out.

"What!? Why?" he gasped. "Are you alright?"

"No. Well yeah, but it was brutal."

"Who?" Harry demanded angrily. Uh-oh.

"...You don't know him?" He tried and failed.

"Louis. Who?"

"...Darren?"

"WHY the fuck-"

"Harry, please don't," he said weakly and Harry seemed to get it. Now wasn't the time to go on a hunting trip and Louis wasn't in the mood to have angry conversations. He wanted to be held. Yes, he was maybe overdoing his hurting but still. It wasn't just the punch that hurt. He felt mentally exhausted and a punch in the face for no apparent reason was a