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I see you everywhere, the sweetest torture one could bear
— Lacy by Olivia Rodrigo
Only two more periods, the match and practice and then she’d be free for two months. No hard classes, no annoying students and no distracting brunette in her math class and the cheer squad. Although Harry would never admit it to herself, she knew she wouldn’t mind seeing her over spring break. She’d miss her to the point of physical pain probably like it had been all the previous breaks. She would also never admit to herself that that certain charismatic brunette was the main reason she’d joined said cheer squad in the first place. It was nobodies business, anyway.
Classes were much harder with that brunette around but at least she didn’t stare at someone double her age anymore. Miss Jones from fifth grade might have been her gay awakening, but Harry’d had the mental capacity to know that it wouldn’t work out. Those were the rough years, until she found her favorite brunette and everything changed. Harry also had a blond boy that needed a lot of attention, but just looking at him solidified her conviction that she was in fact a lesbian. Although Niall was Harry’s best friend, he could never pull on her heartstrings. She did love him to pieces, and felt lucky whenever she could meet Niall in the hallways, even though it usually resulted in an argument about something very important.
“You can’t seriously think that.”
“Sure I can”, Harry responded nonchalantly as Niall and her continued walking down the school hallway. “The Nicks are better, end of discussion”.
Niall began his counter argument but Harry suddenly didn’t hear him anymore. All her senses were captured by the brunette girl with the white fluffy beanie at the row of lockers across the hallway. All Harry could hear was her chuckle as a fellow student told a joke, all she could see was her relaxed posture as she leaned against her locker and all she could feel was the pang of jealousy that was left in her chest, knowing that she wasn’t the one who had made Louis laugh like that.
Still in her trance, Harry didn’t realise that she had stopped walking in the middle of the hallway, and only when Niall walked back the few steps that she had failed to take, did she notice.
“You really do like her, don’t you”, Niall remarked sympathetically and laid an arm around her shoulder.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, Harry said but her eyes betrayed her attempt to hide her feelings when they still wouldn’t stray from Louis. Everything about her was just so enrapturing. From the way she spoke to how she carried herself, from her dress style to her cheeky but calming demeanor. The truth was, Harry found herself entranced by Louis every second, whether she was in close proximity or miles away she occupied Harry’s every waking thought. Well, sleeping thought too, dreams especially.
So when Niall said that she really had to like her he was right. But it was far more than that.
Unfortunately, Niall saw right through her.
“Oh, come on, ask her out already! You two are, like, the dream couple and she’s been flirting with you for months now, take a hint, Haz!”
“You’re the only one who thinks that, Niall, and while I appreciate your support or whatever it is, I still think you’re wrong. She has not been flirting with me and if she liked me she would have said something. I don’t even know if she’s gay, she only ever hangs with the basketball crew.” Harry was getting stressed out again only thinking about this.
When she finished her little rant and Niall didn’t say anything she dragged her eyes away from Louis putting away books in her locker and looked at her friend instead. She was met with a sympathetic expression. “Girl you are so blind I am surprised you can still walk straight.” And with those words he gave her a pat on the shoulder and entered his classroom to the right of them.
*****
Harry walked to her History class, bracing herself for the heartache of being less than a foot away from the prettiest angel on the planet, trying to make herself mentally reaey. She tried every week, but failed miserably each and every time. Louis had a very sneaky way of aching Harry’s heart, looking at her, giving her a smile and the worst, grazing over Harry’s arm to ask for something.
“Good afternoon.” There it was, the fourth thing that could send Harry to gay heaven, Louis talking to her. “You look very cute today.”
“Urm, thank you.” Harry mustered the courage to direct her gaze upwards, looking Louis straight in the eyes where she neared their table, before her head exploded into redness. Her perverted dreams probably always ended with that view, Harry looking up at a naked and smirking Louis. Now, she was not naked but fully clothed in a baby pink cardigan. Probably the best baby pink cardigan ever made. “You… you too.”
Harry could hear Louis giggle and felt her soft body pass by the chair, already staining Harry’s heart. “Ready for the game?”
“Not really, it’s still quite nerve-wracking.” She sunk in her seat as she tried hiding her beet red face from Louis.
Humming, Louis brushed a strand of Harry’s messy hair behind her ear. “You will do fine, just follow my lead right until the end.”
Harry’s mind short-circuited, she was gone, blinking, dumbfounded. Louis opened her textbook. The class started, but Harry didn’t listen to a single word, she just became focused on every single movement and non-movement Louis made. Her attentive listening, her intelligent answers and how damn pretty she was, reading a book with her long shiny hair resting on the desk.
“Don’t forget to study chapter 34 for the exam in place of chapter 33,” Miss Carter reminded before all the sudents ran out. The bell saved Harry from the inferno that High School was, at least for two weeks. The end of Spring tournament was the only thing stopping Harry from happily rotting away in her bedroom with snacks and board games.
*****
Her only problem was, the time between class and the match was torturous. Harry had never felt so nervous before a game before. Maybe because they were playing against a top school with top cheer teams, or because Harry practiced so damn hard for it. With the clock ticking like it would explode if she looked away and her stomach declaring war on her, Harry did her stretches as best she could.
Without thinking, she had called for Niall, but even her best friend couldn’t calm her down. All she could think of was him complimenting and comforting her just because she was his best friend. Her desperate attempt at calming down didn’t work, and it only got worse as Harry started feeling guilty for disrupting Niall in his focus. She went to the restroom twice and still felt like she would soil her pants on the court.
Harry glanced at the mirror as she stretched, she was pale and the drastic contrast with her warm red cheer uniform sickened her further. The view only got worse as Harry started averting her gaze to look through the locker room with all the girls looking so wonderful in their uniforms. Harry wanted to cry when she saw the prettiest of them all, and she was approaching the mirrors. Harry’s body got covered in shivers, Louis was approaching her while she sat there in her disgusting state.
“Your bow is a bit crooked, want me to fix it for you?” Louis tilted her head, and Harry wanted to die. She was again looking up at Louis, but this time her mind was too messed up to even feel an ounce of sexual desire for that gorgeous woman. “Hey, are you okay?”
Harry didn’t want to show how horrendous she was feeling, not to Louis. However, she poked right through. “I… I don’t know. I’m uhm…”
“Nerves?” Louis crouched down so she was around Harry’s eye level. “That’s very normal.”
The things happening to Harry’s body didn’t exactly feel normal. “But, I feel like I’m dying!”
Harry couldn’t believe she just blurted out those words, and to Louis. She hid her face in her hands, but Louis pulled them away. Her hands were warm. Harry knew that, she had the privilege to have been touched by Louis before, their hands brushing past each other, her helping with the choreo or just her touchy nature. Harry never minded it, but hated being touched like any other friend, if that, like a mere teammate. However, at that moment, Harry couldn’t help but let herself melt in the heat.
“I can’t have my best cheerleader die,” Louis said, snapping Harry out of her foggy internal ranting.
“What?”
“You heard me. We need you, Harry.” Louis held her hands tightly, Harry had to stare at them to check whether it was actually happening or not.
After a short silence, Harry called Louis’ bluff, there was no way that she meant it. “I’m not the best, I’m like the worst one here.”
“Harry, you learn the choreo instantly, practice harder than anyone,” Louis insisted,“ and you have the best energy! Everyone loves you.”
“That’s… that’s not true.” Harry couldn’t believe her, that just wasn’t possible.
Their little corner went silent again before Louis tilted her head up, darkening her expression in her normally soft features. “Are you going to argue with me?”
“No! I… I just don’t think… I’m all that.” Harry hesitated before talking again. “We’re up against a top school, and I’m not sure if I can walk without stumbling.”
Louis hummed, the sweet warmth of her light voice settling Harry’s stomach a little. “What did I tell you in class?”
“Uh… I don’t know.”
“Just follow my lead until the end.” The words echoed through Harry’s ears, it didn’t make her beet red this time, but she did feel her cheeks get rosy. Louis didn’t seem to care about her blush and continued. “Nothing and no one else matters. I will be watching, there’s no one else to impress. Not the coach, not the audience, not even yourself. Got it?”
Her cheeks covered themselves with more blush, but she was so happy with Louis’ words. It felt like Louis understood her, maybe they could be friends one day, that was all that Harry would wish for. “Yes,” Harry softly answered.
Louis cleared her throat. “Yes what?”
“Yes captain!” She felt a lot better, just focusing on Louis like she always did. It wasn’t like Harry lost all her restlessness immediately but her body didn’t feel like a war zone anymore. She finished her stretches and even got a tiny rehearsal in before the game started.
Out of the ten cheerleaders, Harry felt like she had the best spot on the pyramid, in the back but diagonally from the leader. She had the best view on Louis, and she wouldn’t trade her spot for anyone.
As the music started, Harry got into the rhythm by stomping with her team. Louis turned her head to Harry with a kind smile before starting the chant. “Let’s go, Badgers, let’s go! Let’s go. Together. Let’s go!”
Harry didn’t have time to appreciate Louis’ loud, assertive voice, she had to follow her lead. The second row chanted, “let’s go, Badgers, let’s go!” Then Harry joined with the back row. “Let’s go, Badgers, let’s go!
With that, they started their Black Badgers chant, doing their choreography at the same time. Harry danced and twirled around with a big smile on her face. She was doing well, like her body just moved on its own. Louis was amazing, but Harry felt like she was actually keeping up with the captain for a change. Instead of misstepping, she stumbled a little from time to time, but she never missed a move.
With watching the hypnotizing swing of Louis’ ponytail, Harry felt like she entered the zone. She had probably never been this loud, eventhough she cheered with all her heart at every match, but today more than ever did she want Louis to hear how well she was doing. For a moment, Harry thought Louis had turned her head to wink at her, and it sent shivers down her half-covered spine. However, that couldn’t be true, as Louis always kept her head in the game, looking back at gay girls wasn’t part of the routine.
Their cheer squad might have been small and they didn’t do many fancy things, but Harry was still very impressed she was able to do three backflips along with the others. The routine ended as it started, with Louis finishing the chant loud and proud.
“We did it!” Harry bounced up and down as they left the court so the match could continue. Louis still had the biggest smile on her face as well, she must have been very happy with the performance, like Harry was. Harry and the squad stayed on the sidelines to cheer on the basketball team. Screaming her loudest, Harry cheered on Niall more than anyone. They even won, Harry felt satisfied, she'd never done so damn well on a routine.
*****
Even when the initial cheering started to ebb off, the energy on the court remained. It seemed like the world was buzzing and Harry felt right at home. Even though she didn’t start cheering to win, she liked when their team won. Feeling like she did her part in doing a sport that she loved with her friends was the best feeling.
Reaching for a towel she made her way over to Niall who stepped away from the bundle of his teammates and came towards her. They met at the bar separating the pitch from the audience. Niall looked even more exhausted than Harry felt but also that much happier.
“You did great out there”, Harry told him and gave him a sincere shoulder pat over the bar. “Looks like all your training paid off!” she smiled.
“You didn’t look too bad yourself,” Niall replied, grinning, “I could hear you shouting all across the pitch!” At that Harry chuckled a bit shyly. She had always been one of the more quiet cheerleaders, doing the choreography, doing her job, but not wanting to cast more attention on herself than was absolutely necessary. But Niall was important to her, most important. Well, if you didn’t count a certain feathery haired cheer comrade… Quickly regaining her previous chain of thought Harry reflected how for Niall she had started audibly cheering, louder than almost anyone else in her squad. He needed her support just like she always needed his and it had been about time she jumped over her own shadow for her best friend. Now seeing Niall gleam and knowing that even a tiny part of that elated expression was thanks to her effort made her proud.
Ending her inner monologue Harry simply leaned in for a hug and Niall accepted it gratefully. With the pitch’s barrier still between them it was a bit awkward but a hug was a hug. For a second the two of them could just catch their breath in shared company and let the match run through their mind again.
Whatever Niall was thinking about, it surely couldn’t have been as tumultuous as Harry’s thoughts. A swinging ponytail dancing before her mind’s eye, a soft but authoritative, passionate voice clouding her ears and a swishing miniskirt mocking her, swerving with every one of Louis’ eased and skillful turns, the whole stadium seeming to watch her and only her like the ever-shining spotlight she was. Of course, when the game started the majority of the people would have been looking at the ball and what was happening on the pitch and not off to the side of it, but to Harry it was all the same. She had certainly only had eyes for one person that afternoon, like she always did, maybe sparing the game a quick glance or two and looking at the other girls when she needed to be in formation. But through all of it that one head of golden hair – well, brunette but who cared – had held her utmost attention and even in her best friend’s lazy embrace she couldn’t seem to forget about it. Suddenly the soft voice that fit said hair pulled Harry from her lovedrunken thoughts. “Emil, what’s up?”
Harry let go of Niall who didn’t seem to wonder why since their hug had been rather long already, and turned around slowly. A few meters behind her she could see Louis’ back standing before the tall frame of one of the basketball players. Now he was talking and Louis seemed to be listening intently. Harry couldn’t help but do the same.
“I just wanted to tell you, you looked really good up there”, he said, gesturing slightly above and behind him to where the final act's cheer pyramid had been minutes before with Louis as it’s deserved crown. Harry couldn’t quite tell from the distance but could it be that Emil was turning a bit pink?
“Thanks”, Louis replied and seemed genuinely happy about the compliment, if not entirely sure what had warranted said compliment. Why wouldn’t she be? Couldn’t she see that she was the highlight of every day for everyone around her? A star that shone day and night, a person that everyone liked, everyone wanted, Harry wanted! But she couldn’t know that, never would. Harry wasn’t the most popular basketball player, hell, Harry wasn’t even a guy. Beginning to rile herself up by thinking upsetting thoughts, Harry had to catch herself for a second to process Emil’s next sentence.
“I was also wondering if you might wanna go out on a date sometime… I think you’re awesome, have liked you for quite a while now frankly and I, I don’t know, thought you might like me too if you get to know me better? I mean I don’t know you that well yet either but I like what I know and I thought”- He was rambling now and Louis was looking up at him and Harry couldn't take it. How could he say all the things that Harry’s heart silently screamed at Louis every second she was near? And how could he so perfectly articulate it, to Louis’ face no less, without sinking into the ground immediately? Why was the sweetest and most thoughtful of all attractive jocks interested in Louis of all people? Harry’s Louis. But she wasn’t Harry’s, she couldn’t delude herself that much. Even if she wanted nothing more on earth.
A sudden dull pain in her back interrupted Harry’s rapid shooting thoughts. “OW!” She turned around in a quick swerve to see the match’s basketball bouncing back to Niall’s feet, a concerned but teasing grin on his face. "You did it again. I had to stop you somehow.”
“What the fuck, Niall?” Harry squaked out before realizing what she just did and quickly covering her mouth with her hands. She turned back to Louis in a hurry but it was too late. She was already looking at her, a regretful expression flickering over her face, mixed with a concerned one.
“Are you alright, Harry?” Harry couldn’t quite believe she was speaking to her. Louis. To her. Apparently fucking worrying about her. All she could do was nod and before she could comprehend it, Louis asked her another question. “How long have you been standing there?” And there it was again. Louis didn’t want her in her proximity, couldn’t bear the thought of Harry being near her and Harry wanted to bolt. When Emil tapped Louis’ shoulder, still intently looking at her, if a bit confused, she saw her chance. “So, Louis, what do you say?”, she could hear him asking, and the second Louis turned around to him just for a moment, Harry ran.
She just sprinted in the direction of the nearest exit to her right and ran to all of her ability. All she could hear was Niall following her. They only stopped outside the gym door where Harry looked through the door’s window in panic. Where they had been standing seconds before was only the still bouncing ball that Niall had left behind and a few meters to the right were Louis and Emil, both looking at it with confused expressions, but only one of them looking hurt. To Harry’s surprise it was Louis. Maybe she didn’t like people running out on her unannounced. Harry turned around and slid down the wall with her back until she hit the floor and could sit in the tiny, pathetic puddle that she felt like.
Emil liked Louis and Louis had listened to him intently and when she had been speaking to Harry and he wanted her attention, she had turned back. She liked him, she had to. Who wouldn’t? And how was Harry supposed to compete with such an annoyingly beautiful human being like teachers' favorite, Emil Starke. If Harry weren’t so completely gay and head over heels for Louis she’d probably be into him too. Why couldn’t Louis just like her? But she didn’t deserve that, did she. Only someone perfect deserved perfection and apparently that perfect person was Emil and there was nothing Harry could do about it, would do about it. She would just get out of Louis’ way. It would be hard but she would do it, she had to. She wouldn’t survive seeing Louis be with Emil, especially not when looking through that magnifying glass of hers that she had been holding up in front of Louis for almost a year now. She couldn’t.
But when all seemed hopeless Harry felt Niall’s arm circle around her shoulders when he sat down beside her and felt his head calmly meet her shoulder and the world looked a little less grey.
*****
However, they still had the after-match cheer meeting to sit through, where Niall couldn’t support her. It was torture, seeing Louis all smiles chatting with the others. She must have been so happy, and all Harry could think of was murdering that kind, innocent man and kidnapping Louis to have her to herself. But she didn’t own Louis, no one did. Harry had never felt so bad in her life, this was the worst, she was the worst.
She couldn’t even look at Louis anymore, it was too painful, she felt like a villain. Harry avoided Louis’ gazes as much as she could, quickly turning her head when she got a glimpse. During stretching she stood in the very back and made sure Louis couldn’t see her. Even when Louis tried to approach her she just pretended to be busy with someone else. Harry was quiet in her cheer squad, didn’t ever spend time with her friends without Niall really, so her talking to the other girls was stressful but still better than talking to Louis.
“I need someone to help clean up, anyone?” The coach requested before the girls went to the changing rooms. This was Harry’s chance, she didn’t have to go with the others, she could cry in isolation.
Harry raised her hand, accompanied by cheers of the others. Cleaning wasn’t a big deal, but everyone wanted to go party with the basketball team. No matter how much Harry wanted to meet up with Niall, she couldn’t be in the same room as Louis and her newfound boyfriend.
The coach handed her the broom and left with the cheerleaders. Harry slowly started sweeping the floors, in her perfect red uniform, in her perfect hair, without her perfect girl. Louis was perfect so she needed a perfect person at her side. Harry wasn’t that, even if she looked so perfect from the outside at the moment.
She had known that ever since eighth grade, had always known, so why did it hurt so much? It wasn’t like she had any hope that it wasn’t true, it wasn’t like she wished for more than a smile from Louis, but it still made her heart break into a million pieces.
Harry was pulled out of her thoughts when against her expectations she heard steps approaching her. Before she could turn around a way too familiar voice started speaking in a loud, almost desperate tone.
"Harry, what the fuck is up?"
Oh there it was now. The question that Harry didn't wanna answer, didn't wanna hear, didn't even want to think about!
Finally turning around, she settled on a vague answer to just end the topic right there. "I don't know." Louis looked displeased after hearing that answer and took one more step forward, almost like she was trying to reach out to her. "Harry, everything was fine and then since the match you've been avoiding me. Why?"
That was a good question. And again, one that Harry didn't wanna think about. She didn't wanna think about Louis talking to Emil, she didn't wanna think about Louis liking him, hell, she didn't even wanna think about Louis. And she always wanted to think about Louis. Even more of a sign that something was wrong here, that something was very much not going according to plan. Not that there was a plan... Harry would probably just like Louis until the end of her days. And if that meant watching her be with another person, a man no less, then call her a masochist. But it hurt and not in a good way. The image of Louis smiling at Emil was playing on loop in her mind and she just couldn't get it to stop, why wouldn't it stop!? And so, she voiced the only, bitter thought that her mind could produce at that time. "Did you have fun with Emil?"
"What?" At Harry's unexpected answer Louis' expression changed completely, from one of frustration to some sort of... worry? Her big blue eyes looked so empathetic, it was almost like she cared about Harry, about her feelings. "Harry, is this about what Emil told me?"
How did she always seem to know what it was that was bothering Harry? Harry didn't know how to beat around the bush anymore so she just stated the obvious. "He's in love with you."
Louis just looked into her eyes, unblinking, as if she was waiting for Harry to tell her something new. "I know."
"And he's really nice."
Louis' eyes didn't waver. "That too, yes."
Why wasn't she saying anything else? Hadn't she been able to tell before that Harry was upset? Why did she just keep agreeing to everything Harry said? While Harry wished so much she would just tell her it wasn't true. But she did nothing to deter Harry from her assumption. Harry didn't even know why she kept asking anymore. Maybe she just wanted the band-aid to be ripped off. 'He's my boyfriend now and we'll have lots of the prettiest babies who will watch all our matches while he plays and I cheer.' Harry had to know now, had to hear it.
"So why..."
"Yes?"
Louis really wasn't helping her. Didn't she know what Harry wanted to ask anyway?
"I-"
"Harry what is it?"
Harry had never been great with ripping off band-aids quickly. But if she wanted to spare herself at least some of the pain she needed to get past the hard part. So they were doing this.
"So are you with him now?"
There it was, that fucking band-aid. Now it was Louis' job to rip it off. But for some reason she just looked stunned.
"Why would I be?"
The pain Harry had been anticipating, had been trying to prepare for, never came. Instead she was flooded with confusion.
"Because he likes you."
Louis face began to show annoyance again when she answered. "Yeah but I don't like him that way."
Which was just, what? She didn't? "You don't?"
Now she looked outright indignant. But somehow not in a scary way. More in a 'I am actually not indifferent to what happens here' type of way.
"God, Harry, are you really that oblivious? Haven't I been obvious enough?"
Obvious with what? Now Harry was starting to get curious, why wouldn't a perfect person like Louis be with a perfect guy like Emil? And what was obvious about this situation? Why didn't she like him?? Harry's stomach was all in knots, she didn't even know anymore. "What are you talking about?"
Louis lost it. "I like you, Harry! Not him. Not anyone!"
Harry was taken aback. Louis couldn't like her, Louis deserved someone perfect and since when did Louis like girls anyway?
"You like me?"
Louis' eyes softened at that. "I do," she simply said, taking a step in Harry's direction.
Harry should really practice believing what people said, especially people she liked as much as she liked Louis. But as much as she wanted for Louis' words to be true she just couldn't imagine a world in which Louis liked her back. In which she maybe even wanted to be with her, like, properly. A couple maybe? That idea was just ridiculous. Harry was not the type of person who would ever get to hold Louis' hand walking down the school hallway or kiss her around the corner where they forgot about the world. She wasn't the girlfriend people wanted to parade around, and after all everyone always kept saying Emil and Louis were perfect for each other! Well, everyone but Niall but he was her best friend, he had to say that and feed her delusion that Louis could ever like her more than just any other classmate. Louis couldn't really think she was into her or wanted to be with her, Louis had to be wrong. And so, she disagreed with her again.
"But everyone says you and Emil are the dream couple..."
"Yeah well maybe they do but he's not exactly my dream girl, is he"
Oh.
That made... sense?
Harry hesitated a bit less this time. "So, you like me?"
"Oh for fuck's sake.” And with those words Louis came closer, closer, impossibly closer until her nose was almost touching Harry's and suddenly all Harry could see were big, blue, sincere eyes, closer than she had ever seen them before. She could probably get lost in them forever if she just let herself.
She didn't. She took a tiny step away from Louis' tempting proximity but immediately stopped when she saw the corners of Louis' mouth tilt down and Louis' eyes began to get clouded with a thin veil of sadness. So Harry poised for a second, gauging. Louis was still looking at her, almost longingly. And if Louis' eyes looked at her like that, if she was sad, a person who should never be sad, should always shine like the sun and metaphorically puke rainbows, if Harry was the one to make Louis' eyes lose their glint like that, then how could she take a step back.
She looked down at Louis' lips and when she looked back up she saw tiny crinkles form by Louis' eyes as she did the same. Hesitantly Harry leaned forward, a bit and then a bit more and Louis smile just became bigger. Okay, she was doing this. She leaned forward, pursed her lips, and touched them to Louis'.
Lips that Harry had dreamt of for a million years. It was the warmth that surprised her the most. Harry could feel everything so intensely, like her skin became ten times more sensitive. Louis' slender fingers hooked into the folds of her elastic tanktop, Harry shuddered with a soft yelp. Louis paused for a second before gently licking Harry's upper lip.
Harry wished she could wake up from her dream, because nowhere but in her dreams did Louis kiss her like this, so tenderly but yet so passionately. Harry wanted more, so she returned the gentle lick, which went horribly wrong. Without looking, Harry aimed so poorly she licked Louis' chin.
"Uhm." When Harry opened her eyes, Louis was smirking a little. "Bit too eager, are we?"
Harry felt her face burn up even more than before. "No... I... I'm sorry."
"Don't be." With all her smoothness Louis shuffled back, even closer to Harry, placing her fingers right under the girl's chin. "Just relax, rest your jaw."
Harry didn't know how to avoid Louis' strong gaze. As long as she did as she was told it would be fine. Louis nodded before slowly mouthing, "now slightly open your mouth for me."
After swallowing what felt like her entire sexuality, Harry parted her lips. She was taken aback by how close Louis got but didn't move. It wasn't because she was against a wall, it was because Louis held her tenderly but with so much control. It was just like when she performed the choreo, precise, elegant and alluring. It left the eyes of thousands envious, asking themselves why they couldn't be like her. Harry had fallen for that envy, but then she'd realized that it wasn't envy, it was adoration with a hint of longing.
"One. More. Time." Louis finally closed the distance between their lips again, which Harry had been longing for.
With the slow twirling of her tongue, Louis turned Harry into a whimpering mess. It was magic, the way Harry was forever hers. Twirling and sucking, sucking and licking, it made Harry crazy for more. Her body was burning up, getting unbearably itchy for Louis’ touch. She felt so dirty for all the impure thoughts she ever had, but she couldn't help herself getting lost in them. Not when Louis was caressing her waist like that, grazing her back, melting her insides into wet desire.
At one point Louis pushed her thigh inbetween Harry's legs. It felt too good and Harry started to lose herself in the rhythm of their kisses, just like the performance, following Louis’ lead. Her body moved on its own, feeling so damn good. Her pussy felt so good, good friction. The kissing was messy, Harry kept panting and whimpering, but Louis just let her be messy.
Harry let go of Louis’ lips and rested on her chin, completely caged by her embrace. “Ah, you… feels good.”
“Fuck!” All of a sudden, Louis pushed her head up.
Not knowing what she did, Harry stared vaguely at the girl. Then she felt Louis’ knee starting to rub against her pussy. “Louis!”
Harry didn’t know what was going on, but it felt so good, she couldn’t stop whimpering. But it was the same good feeling from earlier. Louis stopped and came close again. “I thought, I’ll let you hump me a bit, but you can’t just beg for more like that.”
“No… I didn’t… uhm.” Harry didn’t hump Louis, she would have known. However, she was feeling so, so good, that couldn’t be right. Her eyes widened from regret. “I’m… I’m sorry.”
“Fuck, you’re so cute. Come with me.” Louis pulled Harry along, not saying a word. They passed some students, but they didn’t bat an eye. When they got to the storage unit of the gym, Louis almost threw Harry inside. “Please tell me what you want me to do.”
Harry shook her head, she would never ask Louis for anything. “Nothing… I… no you don’t.”
“Please Harry, I am going crazy over here, answer me.” Louis got closer and closer and Harry was about to burst.
“Uhm, I, please…” She was hesitating, almost too much because Louis was turning around. “Touch me more.”
Louis slightly tilted her head, smirking before coming even closer. “Where?”
Again, shaking her head, Harry wanted to disappear from embarrassment. “Louis, no, I won’t say-”
Louis interrupted her by putting Harry’s chin up to face her. “Harry, tell me.”
Harry’s knees almost buckled, she was no match for Louis’ assertive voice. She commanded a crowd with that voice. “Touch my pussy… please.”
“Fuck you’re so… oh my god.” Louis let her go and giggled as she moved a gym mat around. “Lay down, darling.”
Harry scanned the mat and did as Louis said, resting her head against some more mats. “Like this?”
“Yes, very good.” The pinch of praise was doing things to Harry. She tried zipping down her skirt, but Louis stopped her. “No, leave your skirt on for now.
“Oh, okay.” Harry was getting so nervous, no one had ever touched her down there and Louis was a goddess so she would probably come in a second.
Louis opened Harry’s legs to kneel down in between them. “It’s okay baby, if it’s uncomfortable, tell me.”
Harry was ready for impact but couldn’t anticipate how good it would feel to have Louis rub over her clit through her panties. “Fuck!”
“Already feeling good?” Louis remarked with the softest voice known to mankind. “Lacy panties suit you well.”
Not knowing how to respond, Harry just nodded, getting a giggle out of Louis. She pressed harder and pulled a moan out of Harry. “More...”
“Let me touch you directly, that will feel even better.” Louis glanced up quickly and Harry bit her lips, Louis was fucking her and looking like a Miss Universe model doing it.
Harry felt her panties being pulled back and suddenly everything felt even better. “Lou! Ngh!”
“Do you like this?” Louis’ serious voice dazed Harry, she was feeling a lot but what exactly she didn’t know.
“I don’t know! Ah!” Louis rubbing slowly over her clit was just so much and Harry couldn’t hold in her voice.
Louis kept it up but slowly moved her finger down. “You’re doing good, want me to put a finger in?”
“Stop asking so many questions, please.” Harry couldn’t concentrate on feeling and focussing on Louis’ words.
Louis’ cheeks covered with a light blush, it was adorable, she was so much more vulnerable than Harry ever had seen. “Sorry, I just want you to feel good.”
Oh, Harry was feeling so damn good. Louis slipped a finger inside, and she went to heaven. “You… fuck… yes, good.” The deeper it went, the more Harry’s voice went up in pitch. “Ngh, very good.”
“Oh, you like this? Feel it, baby.” The smug voice Harry loved so much returned. She loved Louis’ confidence, it was the best and now it was doing things to Harry’s body. And Louis adding another finger didn’t help either.
“Fuck, fuck.” Harry didn’t want to fight the feelings but it was so much that she moved her hands to her pussy involuntarily.
Louis gasped and shot a panicked look at Harry. “Want me to stop?”
Just the second the pleasure stopped made Harry so desperate for more. “No!”
“I can’t see like this, baby.” Louis tried holding Harry’s hands but she couldn’t multitask like that.
Harry moaned endlessly, even biting her lips didn’t help. “Sorry… feels too good. I- mh, I need- mhh.”
“You’re too cute, but I need you to move your hands.” Louis giggled and kept on moving her fingers, doubling down on her trusts.
“I can’t.” Harry shook her head, she felt like her hands were locked in.
“Okay, okay.”
While she was thrusting two fingers inside, Louis used her thumb to rub Harry’s clit. “Ah!” She clapped her head back but hit the hard edge of another mat. “Ouch.”
“Baby, please don’t hurt your pretty head.” Louis stopped and slid her other hand in Harry’s hair. “I always loved your curls. Oh.”
“Louis?” Harry stared into Louis’ curious looking eyes, trying to figure out what had possessed her.
Biting her lips, Louis fidgeted with Harry’s bow before coming closer. “Can I try something?”
“Does it hurt?” Harry received a peck on the lips. They already felt like a couple and it was unreal. Louis rubbed her nose into Harry’s cheek. “Not at all, baby.”
“Okay.” It was nice, feeling the attention and love. Even though it was quite nerve wrecking when Louis pulled her bow out, Harry wasn’t scared. Louis grabbed her wrists and put them behind her back. Within what felt like a second, the bow was wrapped around her wrists.
Harry was first very unsure what was going on but caught on quickly. “Oh, oh, that’s hot.”
Louis smirked and left Harry’s face with a kiss. She focused back on the wetness down Harry’s legs. The stimulation got even better as Harry couldn’t do anything about it. “Fuck! Ngh! More please Lou…”
“You’re doing great, babe.” Louis doubled the speed, the rubbing, everything. Harry wasn’t used to it, that much pressure and pleasure. If she knew this was the reward of her years of pining, she would have confessed much, much earlier.
Keeping her rubbing and thrusting right on Harry’s good spot, Louis turned Harry into a whimpering mess. It was too good, she moaned her way through the pleasure. One more graze over her clit and Harry was pulled over the edge. “Coming… I’m comin-”
As the ultimate wave of pleasure rushed over her, all that Harry could do was almost scream out in ecstasy.
“Your moans are so nice, darling.” Louis slipped her fingers out and licked them off.
“Ngh…” Harry wasn’t prepared to witness Louis taste it like that. However, she had entered heaven, so nothing phased her. She wanted to taste Louis too. “That was amazing.”
Louis giggled and ran her fingers over Harry’s leg. “You are amazing.”
“Can I eat you out?” Harry impulsively requested.
Louis’ shocked expression was cute. “What? You don’t have to.”
“I want to. I want you to feel good too.” Harry sat up and stared Louis down.
Louis’ face was red, very, very red. “Okay, but I have never had someone do that for me.”
“I have never done it.” Harry innocently shook her head. She wanted to taste Louis so bad.
Harry was determined to make Louis feel good. Louis was clearly nervous, it was a rare sight. “Oh.”
“Please.” Harry would beg if necessary.
Louis looked around the room, searching for something, or nothing. “Okay, I’d like that… I will, uhm, lay down.”
“No, you can stand, I want to kneel for you.” Only then Harry had realized that her wrists were still behind her back. “With my hands tied.”
“Oh… Oh okay okay.” Louis blushed and got up. She hesitantly zipped down her skirt and let it fall to the ground. Louis also had lacy panties on and they looked just stunning on her. When she let them slide down her hips, thighs, calves, Harry was ready to come again. “You may start.”
“You’re gorgeous.” Harry couldn’t get anything else out of her mouth now that she saw how Louis looked down there, a place to worship. “I like you so much, thank you.”
Louis covered her waist with her arms. “Harry, you don’t have to say all that.”
“I want to, you have been my everything from the day that we met.” Harry dived in without a plan, licking her clit. The taste was amazing, a sweetness that couldn’t be defined well other than pure love.
“Ah!” Louis let out the prettiest moan. Harry took the opportunity and explored Louis’ pussy with her tongue. “Wait, wait, I, ngh, liked you too, since… forever ago.”
Harry stopped and removed her lips from Louis’ folds. “I don’t understand how.” She immediately continued as she missed the taste, that taste she never wanted to forget.
“You’re so kind and cute, and, and, ngh… you are so determined to get things perfect. You- ah, you inspire me so much.” Louis struggled to speak clearly, Harry quite liked how her normally present coolness faded as she was feeling the pleasure.
“I want to be perfect for you, but I can’t ever get to your level.” Harry blew softly on Louis’ pretty pink clit, toying around with her tongue a bit.
Louis moaned and her thighs trembled. “Don’t say that, I’m not a god.” She was unaware how perfect she really was. To Harry even after seeing so many new sides, she was only getting more perfect. “I am just… fuck.”
“To me you are, my goddess.” Harry gazed up as she sucked hard on Louis’ clit, hands still tied. Not that she needed them, Louis seemed to enjoy the service of Harry’s mouth.
With some more sucking and Louis whimpering, the girl’s legs were really shaking. “Harry! I can’t stand…”
“Hold on to me, I will-” Louis held on to Harry’s head right away, basically pushing Harry into herself further.
Harry could barely breathe but she knew by Louis’ pants that she was doing a good job. “Shit this feels too good… you’re so good. How so…”
The compliment went straight to Harry's clit, together with her inability to think. If Louis continued praising her like this Harry would come a second time. “Mhhmm.”
“No, no don’t talk- oh… fuck, fuck.” Louis’ voice was getting even higher, higher and thinner than ever before. Harry was so happy that she got the chance to know more sides of Louis. Maybe she was selfish to wish for more, more of Louis, but she didn’t care anymore. Louis was feeling good because of her, and that was the best feeling in the world. Maybe Harry wasn’t that far from her, maybe she could stand next to her goddess without feeling inadequate.
However, Harry had to do Louis a few more times to test that theory, so she just did her best at that moment to make Louis fall over that wonderful edge. “Twirl more, more, almost… I never… fucki-.”
Louis came with the cutest little whimpers, holding Harry so tightly that she died for a second. When Louis let go, she fell to the mat and Harry could finally enjoy Louis’ flushed and sweaty face looking down at her from.her kneeling position. Harry was breathing heavily to catch up from her workout. “Did you like that?”
“Stop smirking like that, I almost killed you.” Louis’ comment was meant to be stern, but they burst out in laughter. “God, you’re as shiny as a wet doll.”
Harry couldn’t stop laughing. “Says the sweaty strawberry.”
When they got their composure back and undid Harry's restraints, her feelings really started to catch up with her. “I like you, Louis.”
“I know.” Louis nodded and brushed her palm over Harry's wet nose.
Harry had never felt so overwhelmed by her feelings before, but she had to express them this time. “I’ve always liked you.”
“I have always liked you too, Harry.” Louis smiled brightly, just as she always did, maybe better. The sun would be jealous. “Will you be my girlfriend?”
“Yes, please.” Harry planted her emotional face into Louis’ chest. She could hear how loudly Louis’ heart was beating, but it still eased her nerves a lot.
Louis brushed her fingers through Harry’s curls. “You’re too cute. What do you want to do now, girlfriend?”
With a single movement, Harry sat back up. “Kiss you, fuck more.” Even though she was embarrassed as hell, she wanted more, right away.
Her impulsiveness was met with a smirking Louis. “Want to go to my house? My parents aren’t home this weekend.”
“Yes please.” Harry nodded vigorously.
“Let’s go.” Louis got up and started dressing herself. Harry sat patiently until she was done, but did fix her panties to be less exposed. Louis patted her skirt and turned to Harry. “Hold my hand?”
Harry looked at her new girlfriend, dumbfounded, but Louis insisted by offering her hand for Harry to hold. Harry took it, she got pulled up and Louis didn’t let go. Harry wanted to cry, all she ever wished for was to walk with Louis, hand in hand. It had always seemed like a dream that she would have to give up on, but now it was turned into reality. Not only that, Louis really didn’t let go. Through the halls, where they passed every person still at the school, teachers, students, Niall, Emil, Louis’ friends, the janitor that would probably see their mess in the storage room. They all stared at them, but Harry felt so safe by Louis’ side, she was her girlfriend after all. And still Louis didn’t let go, not until they got to her house, not until they were laying in her pretty pink bed with lacy pillows with ribbons on the edges.
In her embrace Harry felt at peace, her brain decided that it was time. “I will stop.”
Louis hummed curiously while she stroked Harry’s hair.
“I will stop worshiping you.” Harry smelled the leftover perfume in Louis’ room and took a deep breath. “I will stand next to you from now on.”
Louis giggled and let her sweet voice fall on Harry’s ears. “Very well, my angel.”