Larry: Don't You Forget*

A/N: This is a sequel. To read the prequel, please scroll to the bottom and click on the link.

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"Table for two, please."

"Alright, and you want Zayn, or Liam, as your waiter, correct?"

"Oh, yeah," Harry told the familiar short blonde hostess.

The hostess, named Bella, looked down at the screen, picking out one of the boys' available tables. "Alright, the only available table would be table two, which is Zayn's. You guys okay with that?"

"Yeah, that's good," Louis told the curly-haired girl.

"Alright, you guys know where to go. Have fun on your date you two!"

"Thanks, B!" Harry hollered as he and Louis walked to their assigned table.

The two took their seats across the small fancy table from each other. As an apology for the freezer prank before Christmas, Louis decided to treat Harry to dinner at Le Grand Oiseau, the high-class restaurant Liam and Zayn happened to work at. Harry reassured Louis that it was fine, but the older boy really did want to make it up. Besides, it's been a while since the two have been on a date.

“Remember that one time when Liam was setting your food down and he spilled it on you?” Louis asked, setting his cloth across his lap.

“Ugh, please don’t bring that up again,” Harry said, twiddling with his fork and looking at the menu.. “Hopefully, Zayn won’t be as clumsy because I’d rather have my food set on the table.”

“And how are my two favorite lovebirds doing tonight?”

Both Harry and Louis looked up to see Zayn standing by their table. He was in his usual uniform, white button-down with black pants and a black apron. His hair was styled in a quiff, as always.

“Hey, Z!” Louis greeted happily.

“Hi, Zayn,” Harry greeted as well.

Zayn flashed the two a grin and pulled out his pen and notepad. “Alright, what can I get for you guys today?”

Louis looked over the menu again in thought before deciding. “I think I’ll take the Pain d’il et Brie as the appetizer and the Soupe d’Écureuil.”

“I’ll just share the appetizer with him,” Harry said, not wanting Louis to spend too much money, “and I’ll also take the Sandwich du Poisson.”

Zayn continued to write their orders in his small notepad. “Oh, and anything to drink?”

“Water please,” Louis told the waiter.

“Yeah, water is fine too,” Harry said.

“Alright,” Zayn said, scribbling with his pen.

“Anything interesting today, Zayn?” Louis asked and wiggled his eyebrows. “Anyone catch your fancy?”

Zayn let out a small chuckle. “None of the customers, so far. We do have a new waitress, though, and she’s pretty hot. I can tell Liam has a thing for her too?”

“Oooooh,” Louis cooed. “On a scale of one to ten, how hot?”

The Pakistani boy bit his lip and thought for a bit. “I’d say twenty-two.”

“Oh, is she working today?” Harry asked, suddenly looking interested.

Louis gave Harry a look, but the curly-haired boy didn’t notice. Although Louis was gay and only interested in boys, Harry was bisexual and this meant, much to Louis’ annoyance, double the people for Harry to check out. Of course, the feathered-haired lad knew Harry was faithful and never went against that belief ever, but there were times when Louis was worried that the green-eyed boy would just leave him for someone else.

“I think she is, but I can’t seem to find her,” Zayn said, looking over the heads of people. “She must be on break, or something.”

“Oh, do you know if she goes to our school?”

Louis shot another look at Harry, but the younger lad was either oblivious, or flat out ignoring his boyfriend. He had only asked Zayn about the girl because Louis was a nosey little fucker and was interested in about everyone’s love life, but now he was starting to regret it.

“Hm, I’m not sure,” Zayn told his friend. “She said she just moved here and she still looks pretty young, so maybe.”

“Um, Zayn, shouldn’t you be giving our orders to the chef?” Louis asked, cutting off the twos’ conversation about this mystery girl. “I’m starving, anyway.”

“Oh, yeah, right,” Zayn said, looking down at the notepad. “Anything else I can get for you guys?”

“No, we’re good.”

The raven-haired boy looked at the two and nodded before walking away. Louis looked over at his boyfriend, relishing over his cute looks and boyish charm. If anyone ever took Harry from him, Louis was sure he’d go ballistic.

“Harry?”

“Yes, Lou?” Harry had stared off into space and hadn’t seen his own boyfriend staring at him.

“Love you.”

“Love you too, boo.”

---

“Wow, you’re fucking stupid, Niall.”

“Ugh, can you not rub it in?” The blonde threw his hands up in frustration, annoyed at himself and his friends.

“How could you schedule your days off on the wrong day?” Louis asked, leaning against the wall.

“Yeah, looks like we’ll have to go snowboarding without you,” Zayn added.

“Maybe I can beg Larry to change it for me?” Niall added hopefully, but they all knew it wouldn’t happen.

Liam, Zayn, Louis, and Niall were currently standing in front of the school’s gym, talking about their planned snowboarding trip. They and Harry made sure to schedule their days off way in advance, since one needed to schedule a day off at least two weeks in advance before the scheduled day off. They all scheduled at least one month in advance, but Niall had accidentally scheduled his days off one week after his friends’. Since it was one week before their trip, the blonde would be unable to change his scheduled days off.

“Maybe next time, Ni,” Liam said, patting the boy on the back.

Niall sighed glumly. “Ugh, that means I have to spend more time with the newbies.”

“Oh, how were they?” Louis asked, having totally forgotten about the new employees that were hired.

“Oh, Matt and Pete are nice,” Niall started, “but I don’t like having to train new people. Also, I never knew they were twins.”

Louis raised an eyebrow. “I haven’t met them yet, but even I knew that.”

Niall’s eye twitched a bit. “No one ever tells me anything.”

Liam suddenly hit Zayn in the chest and motioned his head for the older boy to look. “Look, there she is.”

Louis and Niall tried looking at what Liam was referring too. The two saw Bella and another girl walking their way. The other girl contrasted Bella’s short curly blonde hair, big blue eyes, and creamy skin with her long black hair falling past her shoulders, sun-kissed skin, and chinky twinkling eyes. She was dressed in a black button-down jacket that fell past her waist, the sides and buttons outlined in white, grey leggings, and black boots that almost reached her knees. A cream scarf was wrapped around her neck to offset the color scheme of her outfit. She had her books wrapped in her arms, her beige purse at her side. She was tiny, but the way she walked, if it was anything to describe a person by, was sassy and had a hint of attitude. Even though he was gay, Louis had to admit, she was hot.

“Hey, boys,” Bella greeted them. “I know Liam and Zayn already know her, but this is Maryanne. Maryanne, the blonde one is Niall and the other one is Louis."

"Hey there," Maryanne greeted. Her voice was sultry and although it was barely noticeable, a faint Eastern Asian accent was present, but it was mostly American.

"She's new here and she's working at the restaurant with us," Bianca added, mainly for Louis and Niall.

It then hit Louis that this was the girl that Zayn was talking about the other night. Louis wanted to hate her because of Harry's sudden interest in her from the other night, but it's not like Maryanne was there flirting with his boyfriend, so it's not like she was trying anything. Plus, Harry probably doesn't even know what she looks like, let alone her name. Louis just felt threatened, but he was kind of relieved Harry wasn't there with them right now.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, M-Maryanne," Niall stuttered, blushing as well. Seems like the blonde was falling for her.

Louis just gave her the "sup" nod, grinning at the young girl. Maryanne simply returned the smile, a small dimple appearing on her face.

"Louis and Niall work at the cafe that's close by," Bella told the girl. "We tend to get drinks there a lot, so you might see them often."

"Hm, well that's nice," Maryanne told her, not seeming to really care all that much. "I have to be getting to class, but it was nice meeting you guys."

"Yeah, I should be going too," Bella added in. "See you guys later!"

The two girls started walking away, but as Maryanne passed Niall, she pulled at his scarf lightly. "Nice scarf," she added in, flashing him a wink.

Niall looked down at the scarf he was wearing, only to realize that he was wearing the exact cream scarf as Maryanne. He started blushing, much to his embarrassment.

“Aww, does little Nialler have a crush?” Zayn teased once the girls were far away.

“Shut up! I bet you’re thinking about how good she’d be in bed right now.”

“Well, at least I have a better chance than you.”

“To be honest,” Liam began, “she’s way out of your league, Zayn, and she doesn’t want a boy like you, Niall.”

The three began their friendly banter about who Maryanne liked best, which Louis had tuned out of. Instead, the oldest boy had other things on his mind. What if Harry did have a thing for Maryanne? Louis doubted that his boyfriend met the girl yet, but he was still unsure.

---

Harry looked around the classroom for a seat, having showed up late, yet again. The professor was teaching, but Harry could see a tinge of annoyance in his eyes. Quickly, the curly-haired boy chose a random empty seat, keeping his eyes down to avoid the stare the teacher was giving him. He pulled his calculus book out of his bag and flipped through the pages, trying to look for the section the teacher was on. After finally reaching it, Harry tried to focus on the lesson and the professor’s examples, but nothing was sticking. As the class went on, the green-eyed boy started daydreaming, thinking of his boyfriend and the planned snowboarding trip, only to be disturbed by a worksheet being placed in front of him. Sighing, he took a look over the paper, realizing that the problems were on the lesson that was taught today, the very lesson he had ignored, like all the others. The lad knew he could simply ask for help, but that would make him look stupid, so Harry decided to take a peek at the girl’s paper next to his.

“Do you need something?”

The brunette nearly jumped out of his seat at the voice. He didn’t even know the girl had caught him. “Err, sorry, I-I just---”

“You need help.”

Harry flinched at the blunt attitude laced in her voice. The boy couldn’t tell if she was just being harsh and implying that he had some sort of mental problem because she caught him staring, or if she was actually referring to the classwork.
“Well, not anymore, I guess.”

The girl pushed her long hair behind her shoulder. “No, you need help, you just don’t want it.”

“Okay, are you talking about helping me with the problem, or are you talking about me?”

The girl did another hair flip. “The problem, obviously.”

“Well, you don’t need to be so rude about it.”

“Do you want my help, or not?”

Harry sighed, frustration filling his head. “Fine.”

“Then don’t be a baby.”

There it was again, her attitude. Harry was about to just walk up to the professor for help, but then the girl turned over her paper, revealing the blank side. She drew a horizontal and vertical line to create the axes of the graph. “Alright, what don’t you get about the classwork?”

“Erm, e-everything,” Harry stammered.

The girl let out a sigh and drew a parabola, starting at the origin of the graph and curving upwards. She then drew a diagonal line through the “U”, crossing them at two points. “Okay, in order to find the area of an irregular shape on a graph, you need to find out which one is on top and which one is on bottom.”

Harry snickered at what the girl said. “Heh, I’m on top and my boyfriend’s on bottom.”

The girl’s eyes widened at the comment, before scowling at Harry. “I have no time for immature imbeciles like you, so I’ll be on my way.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry,” Harry apologized. “Take a joke.”

The girl glared at Harry before continuing. “Okay, so on the graph I just drew, we have x squared and 2x intersecting each other. They intersect at the points (0,0) and (2,2). Now, as I said, you have to find which graph is on top and the other is on bottom. The graph of 2x is on top and the graph of x squared is on bottom. In order to find the area of irregular shapes, you’d need to take the integral of the equation on top minus the equation on the bottom from point A to point B. In this case, it’d be the integral of 2x minus x squared from zero to two. Now, can you do that?”

Harry stared at the girl like she was a genius. “Y-Yeah, of course.”

“Then solve the problem.”

The brunette looked down at the example problem she created and then back to her. “Just one problem, though.”

“And what is that?”

“I don’t know how to take the integral of equations.”

The girl gave Harry an “are-you-serious” stare. “It’s just the opposite of taking the derivative.”

“Eh, I don’t know how to do that either,” Harry admitted, scratching the back of his head awkwardly.

The girl facepalmed herself, trying to hold her tongue. “Finding the derivative is the basic part of calculus. How are you even in this class?”

“I’ve been falling behind, that’s all,” Harry told the girl. “I just don’t really have time to study between work, my other classes, and my boyfriend. Besides, even if I did have time to study, I wouldn’t really get it and I’d just end up staring at the book.”

The girl bit her lip, seeming to be in thought. “I could tutor you, if you’d like.”

Harry gave the girl a surprised look. She was giving him total attitude just a few minutes ago and now, she was offering to help him. Considering his grade in the class, Harry couldn’t afford to pass up this offer. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

The girl simply nodded, tapping her manicured nails on the table. “Alright, we can negotiate how much you’re willing to pay me each month.”

The boy’s stomach dropped, having forgotten there would be a fee. “Oh, never mind, I guess. I probably won’t be able to afford it, since I can barely afford paying rent for my apartment and school. My job doesn’t pay enough.”

The girl bit her lip again, tapping her foot. “I wouldn’t mind tutoring for free.”

Harry couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “B-But, are you sure? I feel like it’d be a waste of time for you, since you’re not even getting paid. Don’t you have your own job too, to pay for your rent here?”

“My parents are paying for everything and I have a job, but it’s just for some extra. They don’t give me that many hours anyway.” The girl shrugged, seeming not to really talk about it. “Besides, I could put it on my resume if I ever decide to apply for a different better paying job.”

Harry looked at the girl, still in shock. She already proved herself as a pretty decent, though harsh, tutor, so he’d have to be crazy to turn this down. “Alright, consider me your tutee.”

The girl smiled, a faint grin appearing on her face. “Alright, let’s exchange numbers, so we can talk about it later.”
Taking out his phone, Harry handed it to the girl and took hers. He typed his first and last name into the contacts, as well as his number. After he was done, they both exchanged phones. The curly-haired lad decided to look at his newly added contact.

“It’s nice to meet you, Harry,” the girl said, doing another one of her usual hair flips.

“Nice to meet you too, Maryanne.”

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“Hazza, where were you?” Louis whined as Harry entered the apartment.

“Sorry, boo,” Harry apologized, grabbing his boyfriend by the arms and kissing him on the nose. “I stayed at school a little longer because I found myself a calculus tutor.”

“Heh, it’s because you’re a dummy,” Louis teased.

Harry quickly poked the older boy’s stomach, causing Louis to squeal and make a funny face. “Well, now you look like the dummy.”

“Whatever, let’s just have dinner.” Louis dislodged himself and headed over to the small coffee table, where some tacos, Harry’s favorite, were laid out across two plates.

“Heh, love you, boo,” Harry said, eying the food next to Louis.

“You only love me for the tacos.”

At this, Harry planted a sloppy kiss on the older boy’s cheek. “Nah, not really.”

---

Over the next few weeks, Harry would meet up for his tutoring sessions with Maryanne. She would teach the boy the fundamental basics of calculus and, although she was harsh at times, Harry had to admit, he was learning a lot. The two got to know each other quite a bit, as well. The curly-haired boy talked about his earlier and current life, telling the young girl about his work and how he was able to meet Niall, Zayn, Liam, and most importantly, Louis. Maryanne would also share her own life, though sometimes, it felt like bragging to the boy. Harry had learned that Maryanne skipped two grades, won several scholarships when she was in high school, broke her school’s record for fastest long-distance in track, and how she always wins at beer pong. Also, she shared her impossible dream, which was to become and astronaut, but because of the certain height requirement and her short stature, that goal would never come true. Overall, Harry decided she was a sweet girl, when she wasn’t harshly criticizing the lad over something.

For Louis, the time Harry spent at tutoring was agonizing. It was only for about two hours, but whenever Harry came home, the curly-haired boy would be exhausted, only staying up to eat dinner and do a bit of homework and studying, not spending time with his boyfriend. The older boy knew that this was for Harry’s own good and would try his best to make sure Harry was well-rested and taken care of, despite Louis’ lack of attention from the younger boy.

Harry knew that he was pushing his boyfriend aside and he was thankful that Louis was being faithful. Currently, he was thinking of a way to make it up to the patient older boy, instead of trying the practice problems Maryanne had left for him. They were currently doing one of their tutoring sessions, but Harry’s tutor had to take a phone call, giving Harry time to think and daydream. What he didn’t expect, though, was for Maryanne to come back crying. Well, she wasn’t crying, but it looked like she was and she did a sloppy job at trying to hide it, for there were still some mascara lines on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked her as she took her seat next to him.

“Nothing,” she told him bluntly. Maryanne wiped at her face again, doing her best not to get makeup on the sleeve of her jacket.

“Uh, clearly, there is,” Harry responded, mimicking her attitude. “You can tell me. I swear, I won’t judge, or tell anyone.”

That’s when Maryanne burst into tears. “M-My parents called and asked how I was doing here,” the girl told Harry between sobs. “T-They were never f-fond of me moving from the states to here in England and the h-hefty price tag. W-When I told them I was tutoring you f-for free, they t-thought I was just d-doing it to flirt a-and look for boys, so they thought I was just wasting their time and money.”

By now, Harry had let the young girl sob into his chest, his arm around her shoulder, to comfort her. Although she couldn’t see it, Harry had a horrified expression on her face. “Did you tell them I’m dating a guy?”

“Of course, but they just ignored it and kept ranting.” The girl’s sobs grew stronger, tear and mascara stains showing up on Harry’s white shirt. “B-Before they hung up, they called me a $60,000 brat.”

Harry was shocked and absolutely pissed. Sure, Maryanne let her attitude run free sometimes, but she was certainly in no way a brat. “Well, you’re not,” Harry reassured the girl. “You’re a sweet girl and your parents just don’t understand. If you want, we can just end the tutoring sessions right here, so that way, you can find something that your parents will approve of.”

“No, it’s fine,” the girl sniffled. “They’re very critical people, so I should be used to this, but I’m not, I guess. I don’t mind tutoring you, anyway.”

“Alright, if you want,” Harry told her. “Just do what you think is best.”

---

Louis looked at the time on his phone. Harry had lost the keys to his car, so the older boy had to give his boyfriend a ride to school, which also meant he had to pick him up. He was supposed to be out from tutoring by six and currently, it was twenty after. The library, which was where Harry and his tutor were, wasn’t even far from the parking lot. The older boy had tried calling Harry, but so far, no response. Sighing, Louis stepped out of his car and headed over to the school’s library.

When Louis entered the library, jealousy and confusion overtook his body. Although their backs were facing him, he could easily make out the two people sitting at the table. Maryanne was currently leaning her head against Harry, with Harry’s arm draped around her shoulder and Harry whispering whatever into her ear. The Doncaster lad was just about ready to rip them apart and kick Maryanne right in front of a bus, but he knew better to cause trouble and drama in a public building. Quietly, Louis waltzed right out of the library, deciding to deal with the issue at home.

---

“Lou, I said I’m sorry for being late!” Harry said, following the older boy into the apartment. “You’re making this a bigger deal than it should be.”

The whole ride home, Louis had ignored the curly-haired boy. Since Harry had gotten out late, he was assuming that was why Louis was giving him the silent treatment, which was a pretty petty reason for being mad. He was expecting the feather-haired boy to be annoyed, but not pissed. Harry hugged the older boy from behind, hoping he’d forgive him, but Louis just gave him the cold shoulder and shrugged him off.

“Let’s just have dinner,” Louis told the younger boy coldly, going over to the cabinets and searching for some food.

Harry sighed and went to the bedroom, switching his current outfit to a t-shirt and sweatpants, confused and a bit frustrated at Louis’ man period. He already had enough drama for one day and he didn’t need anymore.

---

The sunlight shone through the window of the bedroom Harry and Louis shared, creeping into the crevices of Harry’s eyelids. The boy shifted his head away from the window and slowly opened his eyes and blinked a couple of times. After trying to rub his eyes, the curly-haired boy realized there was something binding his wrists behind his back. Freaking out, the green-eyed boy tried to move, but he soon realized his ankles were bound as well.

“Louis!” Harry called out, fearing for his safety and his boyfriend’s.

Since Harry was on his stomach, he couldn’t see it, but Louis opened the door and stepped into the room.

“Louis, is that you?!” Harry cried out.

“Yeah,” Louis responded softly.

“Oh, good, I thought you might be hurt,” Harry told the older boy, calming down a bit. “Someone must have tied me down.”

“It was me.”

“Wait, what?”

“I tied you down,” Louis told the boy bluntly.

In a normal situation, Harry would have been pissed, but this was no normal situation. Instead, he was a confused and shocked. “Louis, why?”

“Well, you have a bit explaining to do,” Louis seethed through his teeth, remembering what he saw yesterday. “But consequences come first.”

Now Harry was truly confused. He could feel the weight being shifted on the other side of the bed and soon, he was rolled over onto his back, facing his boyfriend. Louis was giving him that cold stare from last night when they were eating dinner, causing shivers down Harry’s spine. “Wait, I don’t understand what’s going on!”

Louis simply ignored him and lifted Harry’s shirt above his head, effectively blinding the boy from sight. He started tracing lines along Harry’s abs, causing light giggles to escape the curly-haired boy’s lips.

“Hehehehehe stohohohop! Louhuhuhuhu!”

He didn’t stop, though. Louis continued to trace lines along Harry’s finely toned stomach and every once in a while, he would trail his finger down to the navel, causing Harry to shriek.

“GAHAHAHAhahahahaha! Plehehehease Louhihihihihi! I’m sohohohohory!” To be honest, though, Harry wasn’t sure why he was apologizing, unless Louis was still mad about him showing up late, which would mean Louis was taking things too far. Maybe it was time Harry started bringing his beloved boyfriend to mental check-ups.

Louis would constantly torture Harry with anticipation with the slow tracing, followed by the bomb explosion, or in this case, hitting Harry’s bellybutton. Harry would feel Louis get dangerously close, but then he would trace back up over to his six-pack. When he was least expecting it, though, Louis would swipe downwards into the navel, causing even more shrieks of laughter. Once he got bored of this, the feather-haired boy immediately stuck his finger into the bellybutton and swirled his finger, causing immense laughter from Harry.

“SHIHIHIHIHIT! NOHOHOHOHOHO! LOUHUHUHU STAHAHAHAP!”

Fortunately, Louis did. He went over to Harry’s head and removed the shirt, allowing himself to look at Harry’s face. The younger boy was panting and his cheeks were red, but altogether, he was fine.

“Lou, can we please talk about what’s making you mad?” Harry pleaded.

“Later,” Louis said. He rolled Harry back onto his stomach and went down over to his up-turned feet, putting them in his lap. They tried to wriggle away, but Louis held down Harry’s ankles.

“Lou, please! I’m really sohohohory!” Harry giggled, feeling fingers along his right sole.

Louis continued with the silent treatment and traced the lines on the right sole agonizingly slow. After he did that, the Doncaster lad moved over to the right foot, becoming familiar with every line and crevice indented into Harry’s foot. While this was going on, Harry’s feet continued to twitch and a few giggles were heard, telling Louis that this was making Harry slightly uncomfortable.

“Cohohohome on, Lou!” Harry begged. “Just give mehehehe a minute!”

After tracing the lines, Louis began squeezing each toe. The pressure on each digit caused the feet to twitch, but every time Louis pinched the big toes, Harry would jump a bit and squeal. When he was done exploring each toe, the older boy got up and sat on the ankles, completely trapping them. Without any warning, Louis used his dull nails to scribble all over the pink soles, causing Harry to burst out laughing.

“Ahahahahahaha! Stahahahahahap! Thihihihis ishihihint Fahahahahair! Gahahahaha!” He could feel each finger rake across each foot, leaving no mercy. His legs were immobile; all Harry could do was wiggle his toes.

At the sight of Harry’s toes moving, Louis grabbed the two big toes and held them back, stretching the two feet taut. His fingers dived into the soft fleshy underneath of the wriggling digits. This drove Harry absolutely mad, especially when Louis hit the bottom of the big toes, causing him to squeal.

“NOHOHOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!” Harry didn’t even know he could be ticklish there, let alone this ticklish.

Soon enough, Louis thought it was time for Harry to do some explaining. He released the toes and moved back up to Harry’s head and rolled him back over onto his back. “Alright, explain the girl I saw you with.”

Harry panted, thinking of what Louis was talking about. He never saw Louis yesterday, except for when he was dropped off and when Harry found him waiting in the parking lot yesterday. Besides, he was always talking with different girls because they were his friends and he did refer to Maryanne as a “she” when Harry talked about his tutoring sessions, so Louis should be fully aware that he was with different girls at all times.

“I wasn’t with anyone yesterday,” Harry told Louis.

“Liar!” Louis started moving his fingers over Harry’s neck, causing the boy to go ballistic.

“AHAHAHAHAHA! WAHAHAHAT GIHIHIHIRL!?”

Louis stopped for a bit to give Harry a breather. “You know who I’m talking about.”

Harry panted a bit, recovering from the tickle attack. “Wait, who?”

The older boy started moving his fingers along Harry’s neck again, causing the curly-haired boy to erupt with laughter. “Maryanne! Dumbass,” Louis almost yelled, sliding his fingers faster.

“SHEHEHEHEHE’S MY TUHUHUHUHUTOR!”

Louis stopped at the words. “That must have been some excuse to see her!”

“No, it’s true!” Harry cried out before Louis could attack his neck again. “She saw me struggling with calculus, so she offered to help me!”

Louis poised his fingers over Harry’s neck, ready to strike. “You seemed pretty interested in her when Zayn was talking about her during our date night.”

Harry’s eyes widened. “That was her?! I didn’t know Lou, I swear!”

“Yeah, that was her,” Louis said, eying his boyfriend suspiciously. “Wait, how’d you meet her?”

“Like I said, she offered to help me in calculus because she saw me struggling. How’d you meet her?”

“She walked up to me Zayn, Niall, and Liam.”

“See, I didn’t know who she was. I’m totally innocent, Lou! How’d you even know about her being my tutor?”

Louis calmed down a bit and moved his hands away. “I saw you two cuddling in the library yesterday.”

Harry could feel his stomach drop once he figured everything. He saw them with each other in the library, while Harry was comforting Maryanne, which was why Louis was mad. “Oh, I’m sorry, Lou! She got into an argument with her parents and she was crying, so I decided to comfort her. You know I’d never cheat on you!”

Now Louis felt horrible for doubting Harry. “Ugh, I’m sorry Harry! It’s just you were spending so much time at tutoring and I tried not to be suspicious and doubtful, but then I saw you two together and I guess I just snapped.” The older boy gently rolled Harry over and undid his bound wrists.

“It’s alright, Lou,” Harry said, sitting up and undoing the belt around his feet, rubbing his ankles a bit. “You know I’d never do that to you.”

Louis couldn’t feel any happier. Pulling the younger boy into him and holding him close, Louis peppered kisses on the back of his neck, causing Harry to giggle. “That’s why I love you.”

“Just ask me about it next time,” Harry said, smiling at his boyfriend, totally forgiving Louis. “I’ll always love you,” he said softly. “Don’t you forget.”