To say that Louis was freaking out over the ‘Harry incident’ (as he liked to call it) was an understatement. It only went downhill since that night, because all Louis could think of when he wasn’t busy with homework was the way Harry’s hands fell on him (and it wasn’t even on him, it was over his boxers!).
Every time he would see Harry leaning against the brick wall of his school when Louis got out, he would blush and turn his head. It probably meant nothing, but Louis still couldn’t help but feel weird around him. It bothered him a bit to be honest.
He had so much on his plate; with the formal coming up and the midterms, so Harry was the last thing he needed. Well, thoughts of Harry because he’d never personally spoken to him since that night.
And he didn’t want to, mainly because h
