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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      One_Direction_(Band)
  Relationship:
      Harry_Styles/Louis_Tomlinson
  Character:
      Harry_Styles, Louis_Tomlinson, Liam_Payne, Zayn_Malik, Niall_Horan, Troye
      Sivan, Matty_Healy
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School, harry_is_openly_gay, Harry_and
      Louis_are_roommates, they're_best_friends_too, niall_is_fucking_great,
      Everyone_Loves_Niall, so_much_shipping, a_bit_of_ziam_but_only_friendly,
      bit_of_zouis_too, it's_all_very_friendly_tho, Harry_is_a_bit_of_a_slut,
      and_a_tease, louis_is_so_cool, like_the_coolest_boy_in_school, he_runs
      this_bitch, louis_has_a_dark_history, Implied/Referenced_Character_Death,
      louis_is_captain_of_football_team, niall_is_co_captian, harry_sucks_at
      footie, louis_is_only_a_bit_older_than_harry, louis_has_a_cool_car_that
      he_smokes_in, there's_a_lot_of_weed, and_alcohol, and_ciggarettes,
      underage_drinking_and_smoking, harry_has_a_big_crush_on_louis, Niall
      ships_larry, Everyone_ships_Larry, niall_has_a_pretend_asian_boyfriend,
      they're_so_cute, niall_finally_gets_to_be_shipped_with_someone, SO_MUCH
      FLUFF, Fluff_and_Angst, Angst_with_a_Happy_Ending, louis_is_openly
      straight, Now_for_the_smut_tags, Anal_Fingering, Blow_Jobs, Hand_Jobs,
      Awkward_First_Times, Sexual_Tension, so_much_of_it, also, louis_is_rich
      but_not_an_asshole, some_harry/troye_action, some_harry/matty_action,
      louis_is_a_cool_drama_geek, Harry_sings, louis_is_into_marketing, Bottom
      Harry, Bottom_Louis, they're_all_bottoms!, Top_Louis, Top_Harry,
      Screenplay/Script_Format, Please_Don't_Hate_Me, Friends_to_Lovers, they
      have_a_weird_friendship, Very_flirty, a_lot_of_cuddling, and_PDA, kinda
      like_2011_and_2012_larry, oh_and_it's_an_all_boys_school, i_also_included
      a_lot_of_POC_friends_of_Harry_and_Louis_bc_i_hate_when_everyone_is_white,
      OT5, harry_and_zayn_kind_of_hate_each_other, Awkward_Sexual_Situations,
      everyone_is_a_little_gay, Bisexual_Zayn, Pansexual_Character, now_for_the
      triggers, Implied/Referenced_Suicide, but_it's_only_for_a_minor_character
      and_it's_backstory_more_than_anything, grieving_character, 17-Year-Old
      Harry, 18-Year-Old_Louis, some_harry/pierson_fode_action, harry_is_the
      smaller_one_in_that_relationship_so_that's_cute, oh_and_harry_has_this
      weird_obession_with_bernie_sanders, i_think_thats_about_it
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-06-21 Chapters: 1/? Words: 34021
****** astra inclinant, sed non obligant (the stars incline us they do not bind
us) ******
by lilacsweaterlwt
Summary
     Harry is the new openly gay boy at boarding school and searching for
     independence from his clingy mother. Louis is his mourning roommate
     with a secret. Louis is keen into turning Harry into his best friend,
     and that Harry becomes. They deal with hidden secrets and test the
     barriers of friendship, as they become closer and closer.
     OR
     The boarding school AU —inspired by the book Openly Straight by Bill
     Konigsberg—that has probably been done so many times before.
Notes
     THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. I DON’T OWN THESE CHARACTERS, OBVIOUSLY,
     BECAUSE THEY ARE BASED OFF OF REAL PEOPLE, BUT IN NO WAY DO THEY
     REFLECT THE REAL PEOPLE OR THEIR ACTIONS. THIS IS ONLY FOR PURPOSES
     OF ENTERTAINMENT, AND DO THEY IN NO WAY WANT TO REFLECT THE PEOPLE OR
     THE COMPANIES THESE PEOPLE ARE UNDER.
     P.S: I’m not sure where I’m taking this.
     P.S.S: This work is a draft and will be constantly edited and updated
     for the sake of a higher quality read.
     P.S.S.S: The formatting is a bit weird bc it's in Pages formatting,
     bear with me.
     ALSO: I wrote this a while ago and it's been in my drafts and I
     thought I'd just upload it.
     The boarding school is set in Bristol but it's a fictional American
     School that follows the American School system and holidays, because
     I go to an American School out of the US and I don't want to research
     about the British School system so here you go. There's an all girls
     rival school called Reenwood, so that's cool.
     For my own very selfish purposes I imagined Harry as 2012!Harry, and
     Louis as 2015!Louis, yet they're 17 and 18 I DON'T KNOW WHY EITHER.
 
 ACT 1
 SCENE 1
EXT. - SCHOOL PARKING LOT - NIGHT  
HARRY: ”Mum," (whines, pushing his mother off him. Like gravity had pulled her
back, ANNE falls back onto her son. ANNE cries against his shoulder, tears
staining his shirt.) "Mum, I'll be fine." (He pulls her back holding her face
in his hands.) "I'll see you in two months."
ANNE: (pulls HARRY’S head down to her level.) ”Oh, I'm going to miss you
so…much.” (She kisses his forehead repeatedly.) “So…much”
HARRY: (grabs both her hands) "I'll miss you too."
HARRY’S STEPFATHER:(finally done unloading their car. He slaps HARRY in the
back with large force, but no intention of violence. He said nothing, so HARRY
said nothing.) “So…”
 [The silence was broken when his mum ran back to him squealing for one final
hug.]
HARRY’S STEPFATHER: (HARRY’s stepfather checked his watch, said, to no one in
particular,) “We should be going”
 [It was late and they had a long drive back to Holmes Chapel. Harry watched as
they got in their small car, his mother with tears in her eyes. As they drove
away the passenger seat window rolled down revealing Harry’s mother.]
ANNE: (yelling from the car) "Make friends!"
HARRY: (waving) ”Sure will."
 [Then they were gone, and Harry was left for the first time to fend for
himself. He was trying to be independent however, his older sister was never
usually around so he might as well be an only child, yet he never acted like
it. Maybe that's why the thought of being left at a boarding school with no one
he knew wasn't so terrifying to him. His heart said other wise as it attacked
his chest violently, he told himself he was just anxious, and he shouldn't
worry about anything.]
 {Now that was a big fat lie, Harry knew he should be worried. That his heart
and the goosebumps on his arms had reason. Any gay kid about to go to an all
boy boarding school with shared bathrooms as an openly gay guy, should be
terrified. Right now Harry couldn't even think why he wanted to come here in
the first place.}
 [His mother thought he might've been experiencing these types of things. She
played a video of a transgender 13 year old girl who was accepted in her
school. That calmed Harry's nerves, for just a second. So, Anne, his mother,
prepared a second lecture about how the world has moved on and has supported
the LGBT+ community. People were more open nowadays, they should accept Harry
with open arms either way. Besides all that Harry knew there were bound to be
some assholes, he just didn't want to think about that now.]
 
 SCENE 2
 INT. - SCHOOL GYM - NIGHT
SCHOOL GYM(not many students left in the area, the heater has already been
turned off and most tables and chairs have been folded to the side.)
HARRY:(approaching the last table left standing) "Hey,"
 [There is an old man with white hair and extreme baldness. Beside him was a
guy his age, brown hair and brown eyes. ]
BOY: ”Name?”
HARRY: ”Um…” (caught off guard by how attractive the boy is) “Harry.”
BOY: (He smiles, big white teeth showing.) "I'm going to need a little bit more
than that mate."
HARRY: (finding himself smiling as well) ”Of course. It's Harry, Harry Styles."
 [Harry squinted so he could focus on his ID badge, Liam. Liam looked at the
list, flipped a few pages and found Harry's name.]
LIAM: "Ok, Harry. You're in room F 27.” (staring back at HARRY) “Would you like
me to take you there?"
HARRY: ”Oh, I-I wouldn't want to bother you."
LIAM: (smiling again, genuine) "You wouldn't be. This is kinda my job, man."
 [Harry shrugs awkwardly, tips of his fingers in his skin tight pockets.]
LIAM: ”You're the last one who arrives today either way."
HARRY: (slow.) "Oh, well...in that case...yeah I guess-"
LIAM: "I"m Liam, by the way." (standing up, on his way to the gym exit) ”Now,
where are your bags?"
 
 SCENE 3
 INT. - BUILDING F, SECOND FLOOR - NIGHT
 [Liam carries Harry’s giant strap bag which probably weighs as much as Harry,
and Harry can't believe the ease Liam holds it. Harry's pretty sure Liam's
straight, so he won't bother with the chase.]
LIAM: ”So, how are you liking Bristol?"
HARRY: (carrying his rolling carry on up a flight of stairs. The wheels bang on
each step as he walked upstairs.) "I haven't seen very much, only been here a
few hours."
LIAM: (finally on the second floor, sighing) ”You’re going to love it here.
Especially since you're staying in F 27. One of my best mates is your roommate,
Louis. You're going to love him."
 [Liam stopped at door F-27. Under it was a STAY OUT OR DIE sign in bright red.
Harry chuckled under his breath.]
LIAM: ”Yeah, he's a bit dramatic."
 
SCENE 4  
 INT. - ROOM F-27 - NIGHT
 [The room is large, at least bigger than the dorms he's seen in the brochures.
A shirtless boy napped on a small twin bed. Harry figured that this was his
roommate. Liam set his bag on the desk on the opposite side of the room.
 Louis hadn't unpacked, all though from the looks of it, it seemed he'd been
here for a few days. Soda cans and takeout bags littered the trash can besides
his desk. It overflowed to the top and Harry wondered how someone can keep that
much trash in one can. His roommates clothes spilled out of his bag and some
were crumpled  on top of his desk chair. He definitely had enough time to tape
all the band posters to the wall. Harry saw The Stone Roses, The Kinks, Blink-
182, Sum 41, and other bands he's heard of but never enjoyed listening to. He
was more of an indie and classic rock kind of guy.]
LIAM:”There is supposed to be another roommate coming in tomorrow, that's why
the extra bed."
 [Harry hadn't noticed before, but behind the door was another bed, it was
smaller and Harry thanked all the gods that he arrived before that kid.]
HARRY:”Thanks Liam," (whispered) “See you around."
LIAM:(exiting) "Yeah, you too."
 [Harry turned the knob to close the door, making sure it wouldn't thud. Harry
took off his backpack, placing it on the desk against the wall. He hopped on
his bed, it was already made, a bit lazily though, he was going to fix it
later. He kicked off his shoes and laid on top of the covers. The flights of
stairs had made Harry break a sweat. The back of his neck and his forehead were
humid of precipitation, and his clothing stuck to his skin in the most
uncomfortable way possible. His throat was dry, he tasted his mouth, mint and a
cherry soda. He was thirsty and remembered he had a water bottle in his
backpack. Harry sat up, the bed screeching under him, he winced staring
at...Louis to see if he woke up. He hadn't, his eyes remained close and his
lips partly opened. He took out of his backpack a bottle of water. It was a
clear bottle of water with blue lettering that said 'Feel The Bern' with Bernie
Sander's face right in the middle. He sipped and returned to his bed, however
on his way he tripped on one of his shoes and falling on the floor. His water
bottle fell and water spilled on the floor. The entire room vibrated as his
body slammed on the ground. Harry checked Louis first who lazily opened his
eyes.]
HARRY: ”Oops?"
LOUIS:(groggy from just having woken up, smiles at Harry without teeth) "Hi."
HARRY:(picking up the Bernie bottle that rolled under the bed. Still laying on
the ground) ”I'm your new roommate."
LOUIS: ”I figured."
 [He sits up, taking his time stretching before he came over to Harry. He held
out his hand for him, which HARRY gladly took. Now that Harry stood he could
see Louis' eyes clearer. They were blue, so blue the sky was jealous, the
oceans were jealous, anything ever know to be blue envied this boy because of
his blueness.]
LOUIS: (He shook his hand that Harry hasn't let go since he stood up.) ”I’m
Louis."
HARRY: ”Harry," (He smiles. There is a long beat of shaking hands.) "I'm sorry
for waking you up."
LOUIS: (he takes his hand back, plugging them in his back pocket.) ”Nah, it's
fine. If you hadn't woken me up, would’ve slept the entire day."
HARRY: ”Oh, okay."
LOUIS: (He sat back down on his bed, reached over to the mini fridge and took
out a coke can. He offered one to HARRY, but he turned him down politely
sipping on what was left in his bottle.) "You can store whatever you'd like in
the mini fridge. I only keep cokes in there."
HARRY: ”Ah," (sits on his own bed, sweaty palms rubbing his jeans) ”Thanks."
LOUIS: (sipping his drink) "So, clumsy,"
 [Harry wanted to laugh lightly at that, but instead he let out air from his
nose harshly as he smiled at Louis.]
LOUIS: ”Where are you from? Cause you sure don't have the accent for Bristol."
HARRY: ”Oh, Holmes Chapel.”
LOUIS: ”Holmes Chapel, nice."
HARRY: ”You've been?"
LOUIS: (he nods) "No, never."
 [They both smiled at each other. Louis saw Harry's nice gigantic teeth, and
his dimples. Harry saw the crinkling of Louis' eyes, that only happened when he
genuinely smiled.]
LOUIS: ”So, what brings you here?”
HARRY: (thinks for a moment, eyes on the floor, hands still on his
thighs)”Clingy mum, I'd say."
LOUIS: ”I get that."
HARRY: (little beat) ”You?”
LOUIS: (He squints at HARRY.) ”Hmm?"
HARRY: ”What brought you here?"
LOUIS: ”Escaping the parent that doesn't give a shit bout me."
 [He took another long sip at his coke can, empty, he threw it to the trash can
on the other side of the room. It bounced on all the trash and fell to the
side. He relaxed back, not caring at all that he littered his own room. Harry
twitched in his seat, wanting so bad to pick it up, he held tightly onto his
knees fighting the urge. Louis wasn't ready for Harry's freak to show.]
LOUIS: ”You're lucky you know,"
 [Harry rubbed his knees, looking at Louis with a confused look.]
LOUIS: ”Your mum cares about you enough to attach herself to you like she was
some kind of pilot fish. I don't think I ever shared anything with my mother,
other than an umbilical chord."
 [Harry nodded, unsure what he should say. So he said nothing instead. Louis
raised his wrist to his face, to check the time Harry assumed, he wasn't
wearing a watch though. So he took out from his sweatpants' pocket his phone.]
LOUIS: ”It's dinner time, ready to go?"
HARRY: ”Yeah,"
 
 SCENE 5
 EXT. - OUTSIDE THE DINING ROOM - NIGHT
 
LOUIS:(He approaches the table with the boys, HARRY short behind him, they
cheer when they see Louis)“Hey guys, this is Harry, my new roommate” 
HARRY:(He waves, only after he does it he realizes how awkward it is.) “Hi”
 [LOUIS pulls up a chair from one of the other tables and lets HARRY sit on it.
HARRY takes LOUIS’ tray of food and places LOUIS’ and his on the empty place in
front of him. LOUIS takes another chair and sits next to HARRY, their knees and
shoulders touching, because of how cramped the table is. It’s almost as if in
the very few moments they’ve known each other, they’ve already synced]
LIAM: (He says to LOUIS.) “Yeah, we met earlier.” (To HARRY) “How’s rooming
with this guy? Bugging you already?”
LOUIS: (food in his mouth, jokingly) “Oh piss off!”
HARRY: (nervous, as all eyes are on him now) “Uh…N-Nah, he’s been…alright.”
LIAM: “Don’t get used to it.”
LOUIS: (with no purpose of sounding threatening) “Oi, you got a problem Liam?”
LIAM: “As a matter of fact I do.”
LOUIS: (stands) “You want to settle this, mate?”
LIAM: (mirroring LOUIS by standing, smiling) “Give me what you got lil’ man.”
 [LOUIS darts towards LIAM, emitting a sound that could come out of an anime
character, grabbing him by the waist and tackling him to the ground, taking the
plastic chair with them. Everyone dismisses it, as if it were something so
normal to happen at the dinner table. LOUIS is sitting on LIAM’s chest now,
detaching the grass from the ground and shoving it on LIAM’s face.]
BLONDE BOY: (in a subtle Irish accent)“You’ll get used to it”
 [HARRY chuckles in response, still eyeing the two boys wrestling on the
ground]
BLONDE BOY:“I’m Niall, by the way.”(he points to the boy next to him, then he
introduces the boys in the order they sit in) “This is Zayn, Bo, Finch and
Pierson.
 
SCENE 7  
 EXT. - OUTSIDE CAFETERIA- DAY
 [Louis was woken up by Harry the next morning. Harry nudge, shook, and spoke
to Louis with a 'Louis, you're going to be late for breakfast', before he got
any sort of response from Louis. Which was a groan, and then a soft 'fuck off'
that Harry heard very well.
 So Harry took off for breakfast, alone, heart stinging just a little. He
looked around the buffet, but only stopped to pick something at the end, where
he took the yellowest banana and a small cereal box. Last night Harry and Louis
ate with Liam and his other friends. They sat outside, comfortably so Harry
figured it was a custom. When he checked the back however, it was empty, just a
few people he's never met before. He went back inside finding a lonesome table
with just another guy. Harry sat the farthest from him, as he peeled away the
banana. Harry wanted to make friends, but if he was being honest, he didn't
want to be friends with that guy.]
NIALL: (behind him) ”Harry!”
HARRY:`”Oh, hey Niall. I was looking for you guys in your table outside, and I
couldn’t find you so I just sat here.”
NIALL: ”Yeah, sorry, we sit inside during breakfast. Too bloody cold in the
morning to sit outside."
HARRY: ”Oh, okay."
 [Harry finally made it to their table, though most of his breakfast has been
eaten. His banana was just a peel and he shared his cereal with Niall. The
Irish lad who's bright and bubbly and laughed obnoxiously loud. Of all the
group Harry feels more comfortable around Niall. Louis makes him nervous, and
Liam is too quiet.]
ZAYN: ”How's Louis?”
HARRY: ”Sleeping," (he shrugs) "Tried to wake him up this morning, told me to
fuck off."
NIALL: ”Yeah...You never wake Louis up."
 [Harry, confused, quirked an eyebrow, leaving his cereal for Niall to finish.]
LIAM: ”Don't take it personal. Louis' not a morning person. Louis has never
shown up for breakfast."
 [It was Zayn's time to speak, and Harry has only seen him speak very few
times, so he heard carefully and attentively. Every ounce of Harry's body
directing towards that boy.]
ZAYN: ”In the four years Louis and I have been here, I've never seen him during
breakfast once."
BO: (now joining the conversation, quoting) 'I'll trade an extra hour of sleep
for shitty sausage and fry-ups any day.' His own words."
ZAYN: ”Class starts in twenty minutes, you should probably wake him up.”
HARRY: (whining) ”Do I have to?"
NIALL: ”We're all too scared of him to do so ourselves.”
HARRY: ”Fine,” (he stands) "I'll see you cowards later."
 [They all laughed.]
 
 SCENE 8
 INT. - ROOM F-27- ALMOST TIME FOR CLASS
 
HARRY: ”Louis?" (he kneels next to LOUIS, who sleeps soundly) "Come on, class
starts in fifteen minutes." 
LOUIS: (with his eyes closed) "Harry, you're new here. You want to at least
last a day before getting punched in the face."
HARRY: (he laughs) "Please Louis,” (pouting) "I need someone to show me where
my class is. I have absolutely no idea where everything is."
LOUIS: (he stands up) ”Fine.”
 [He storms towards his closet and takes out a sweater. He pulls off his pajama
shirt, his back facing HARRY. HARRY watched as his back muscles contracted when
he put the clean shirt over his head. Watched him as he took his sweatpants
off, standing in only his boxers. HARRY got a better view of his bum, finally
had the opportunity to appreciate LOUIS' roundness. LOUIS was fit, he got a
glimpse of it yesterday when he saw him shirtless laying on his bed, but now he
sees that he's as fit from behind. He watched as he bounced on one foot as he
pulled up his tight jeans. He turned back around opened one of his desk drawers
and pulled a beanie out where he placed it over his head. He feels as if he’s
lying to LOUIS, because he hasn’t told him he is gay and LOUIS probably thinks
nothing of this because he thinks HARRY is straight, so HARRY looks away]
LOUIS: ”Wait," (He opens his small toiletry bag and sprayed himself with
cologne) "Be right back."
 [LOUIS took his toothbrush and exited, to the bathroom HARRY guessed. HARRY
sat on LOUIS' bed, and if it was anyone else but LOUIS he would've asked for
permission first. But if LOUIS was anything, it was everything but high
maintenance.]
LOUIS: (With minty breath Louis came back, smiling at Harry) ”What'd you have
first period?”
HARRY: ”Um," (he pulls from the smallest pocket of his backpack his agenda)
”Calculus."
LOUIS: ”Oh, good, me too." (He takes his jacket, a brown leather one, from his
chair) ”Ready?"
HARRY: (he chuckles) “Since 5:00 a.m. this morning.”
LOUIS: ”Of course."
 [Louis tone was sarcastic, but Harry knew it was just his character, so he
laughed. Harry understood him a bit more, with the help of his friends, even
after being here for just a few hours.]
 
SCENE 9 
 EXT. - STUDENT CENTER - DAY
 
{The last block had ended, and all that was left was electives. The only block
Louis and Harry had together was Calculus, and Harry was slightly, no wait,
greatly upset because of it. To his luck, though, he had three with Niall and
six of them, including their elective, Music, together with Matty. He was a
nice curly lad just like Harry, attractive as well, and Harry started to wonder
if this school only accepted fit boys who looked like they were running for
america's next top model, not the class they're late to.] 
 {Louis was sitting on one of the school's many benches. He sat on one of those
that surrounded an old willow tree. It was the campus' favorite. Jonathan
Springer, planted it decades ago. He was a student who was really into the
environment, became one of the wealthiest environmental lawyers of his time.
Harry read it all in the brochure he was mailed before coming here. It's not
very respected in campus though, the students piss all over it and deal weed
under there. He didn't know that from the brochure, instead from his
informative personal campus tour guide, Louis Tomlinson.}
HARRY: (pushing off Louis' beanie) ”Hey”
LOUIS: (jumps, startled). “Jesus!"
 [LOUIS snatches back the beanie, a frown on his face]
HARRY: ”Not Jesus, Harry.”
LOUIS: (Louis rolls his eyes though he smiled, a smile, only partly fake) "Hey,
Harry."
 [HARRY knows something is up with LOUIS. He decides to ignore it, and pretend
like nothing is wrong to cheer Louis up.]
HARRY: (he sits down on the same bench, looking at the 'pissing willow' (that's
what the students called it) his shoulder touching LOUIS’ and their knees
almost pressed together). "What's your elective?"
LOUIS: (staring at the tree as well, pocketing his phone that he was using)
”Drama, you?"
HARRY: (genuinely, and not so subtly (of course, nothing ever really is subtle
with Harry, and Louis is realizing this) upset)”Dammit. I've got music.” (Louis
stares at him, and his eyes look great in the lighting, making Harry feel a bit
giddy (not because he likes him, but because he is beautiful) Harry is smiling
at Louis) “I wanted us to share an elective, it'd be fun. At least more fun
than sharing calculus."
LOUIS: (smiling, no teeth, his typical smile, his frown has disappeared
slightly, but it’s clear that something has made got him upset. He makes a joke
to hide it) "Already clingy I see.”
 [LOUIS ruffles HARRY’s curls in a playful manner]
HARRY: (suddenly upset) ”I’m sorry."
LOUIS: ”Don't be." (he smiles again, and Harry smiles at him too) "I'm
flattered. Music and Drama always have the same field trips anyways. So, I
guess we’ll be seeing a lot of each other. You’ll get tired of me, I can tell”
HARRY: “I find getting tired of you very hard, Louis”
LOUIS: (blows air through his nose and chuckles) “I like you Styles.”
HARRY: (smiles big) “That’s good, cause you’ll be getting tired of me.
LOUIS: (in a noticeably better mood after their conversation) “I don’t see that
happening.”
 [Harry smiles, then is interrupted by the bell. Their break has officially
ended and they have to go to their next class. Harry stands, Louis stays still
in his seat.]
 HARRY: ”I've gotta go."
 [Harry is thinks of some sort of goodbye, that’ll be appropriate for someone
you just met, but Louis just nods and pulls out his phone. So, Harry leaves
without a word.]
LOUIS: ”Oh, Harry!"
 [Harry turns. Louis is standing, making his way closer to Harry.]
LOUIS: ”A couple of us are going out to town for dinner. Want to come?"
HARRY: ”Yeah," (he breathes, not wanting to stutter) ”I'd love that."
LOUIS: ”Great." (Louis smiles, teeth showing) ”Meet us at the back parking lot
after class."
HARRY:”Alright."
LOUIS: ”Good."
 [Louis was the first to leave, grabbing his shoulder bag from the concrete
floor next to the bench they were sitting on. He runs towards the theater.
Harry thinks that he's just found the single coolest drama kid known to man.]
 
SCENE 10 
 INT. - BAR DOWNTOWN - NIGHT
 {After Music he walked with Niall to the back parking lot. Harry told Niall
that he thought that the song he'd written during summer was amazing. During
the last minutes of the block, Niall pulled out his guitar and loudly belted
some song about the A.M. Harry also told him that he himself writes his own
songs. Of course Niall asked if he could hear them sometime, and blushing Harry
turned down the offer. No ones ever heard any of Harry's songs they exist only
in his mind, and well, his music journal, he hoped to keep it that way. Then
Niall told him that he better stop being so nit picky about who to share his
music with because every year at the end of the year they have to write a song
for the course. Whoever has the best one gets to have it played after
Graduation.}
 [There conversation ended when they met with the rest of the group. Liam,
Zayn, Finch, and Bo. The only one missing was Louis, and Harry realized this
was something he did very often, tardiness. Louis arrived shortly after, and
then they were ready to go.]
HARRY: ”I fucking hate that Yepez guy."
LOUIS: ”Yeah, he's the fucking worst. Was my dorm advisor last year. Dude has
something up his ass, always having these dumb room checks."
ZAYN: ”Where did you hide your weed?"
LOUIS: ”Under all my condoms and underwear. Doubt that guy ever dared to dig
deeper."
LIAM: ”Harry, that chick by the bar has been eye fucking you ever since we got
here. She's hot.You should go say hi."
HARRY: “Uh, I don't think I will."
LOUIS: ”Why? She's fit."
 [Harry nodded, she was attractive and if Harry were into women he probably
would go for her. She had nice short dark brunette hair which coiled into a
crazy mess, she had dark skin and thick thighs. Was absolutely beautiful.]
LIAM: ”Looks easy as well."
 [Harry scrunched his nose, disliking his tone.]
LOUIS: “Bet even Finch could get in her pants."
 [Finch sent a 'fuck you' his way, that only made Louis laugh harder.]
HARRY: ”Um...I'm not into girls."
 [Everyone looked toward Harry's direction.]
LIAM: (with a tone and wide eyes that made Harry sting a little) ”You’re gay?"
LOUIS: ”I think that's what he just said Liam.”
HARRY: (suddenly not so drunk) ”Yeah. I am."
NIALL: ”Well you're accepted here Harry."
 [Louis placed his hand on Harry's shoulder, the one that touched Louis and
left it there, as if it said 'it's fine’.]
LOUIS: ”Yeah, you're in good hands. Zayn here," (Louis pats Zayn in the back.
Keeping his hand on Harry’s shoulder.) "He's bi. And Finch has sex with guys."
FINCH: ”That was one time!"
BO: ”With two guys!"
 {Finch blushes and everyone laughs at him, all truly happy. Harry however
might've been the happiest there, had taken that off his chest and it going
better than he he'd ever hoped. It felt like he finally had somewhere he
belonged, with people who treated him right, and never judged. He wishes he had
that back home when he first came out in freshman year.}
 [When he goes to bed that night, he falls asleep almost the instant his head
rests on the pillow. It may be the fact that he fell asleep still drunk, or
that he’s relieved. He sleeps soundly, no nerves interrupting his sleep. No
need to get up five times a night to pee, because he pees when he's nervous.]
 
SCENE 11 
 INT. - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM
LOUIS: ”We're going out tonight."
 [They were laying in bed, their own separate beds. Harry read a book for BE
English Lit and Louis listened to his music as he played with a football. He
was supposed to finish the Goldfinch during the summer, but his teacher was
kind enough to give them a few extra weeks. He bounced it against the ceiling,
every time it hit the concrete dust would fall unto his eyes. So he maintained
his eyes closed. Harry admired how he was so precise and alway caught the ball
though his eyes were shut.]
HARRY: (he looked up from his book) "Yeah? Where?"
LOUIS: ”Some club downtown."
HARRY: ”Club?!"
 [Louis caught the ball one more time, dropped it on the floor, it bounced
underneath Harry's bed. Louis charged towards Harry. He sat on the foot of the
bed by Harry's clothed feet.]
LOUIS: ”Yes, club. It's Friday night. You in, princess?"
HARRY: ”We're not aloud."
LOUIS: ”That hasn't stopped me before.”
HARRY: “Won’t we get caught?"
LOUIS: ”Louis Tomlinson never gets caught! So, you coming?"
HARRY: ”Yeah, sure."
 [Louis smirk grew greater and he left.]
 
SCENE 12  
 INT. - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
[It’s 1:00 am, after curfew and lights out. The dorm advisors are long gone
into their dreams by now. Harry took a nap before they went out. Louis woke him
up by shaking him violently. Harry jumped up in shock. Louis Tomlinson is not a
subtle man, and Harry didn't know if he could get used to being woken up so
urgently.]
LOUIS: ”Time to get up, Sleeping Beauty."
HARRY: (he hums, hugging his sheets tighter) "We're still doing that?"
LOUIS: ”Yes!" (He exclaimed. Harry put a hand to his lips. Quieter this time.)
”Come on get up." 
HARRY: (he stood, the corner of his blanket dripping unto the floor) "Fine, but
if we get caught I'll...um."
LOUIS: (wiggling his brows) ”You'll what?"
HARRY: ”Shut up.”
 [Harry led them to the exit of the building, he tip toed down the stairs
instead of stomping on them like his big feet usually did. Louis stopped him at
the door frame of the exit, pulling him by the hood of his jacket. He raised
his hands and mouthed ‘what'?]
LOUIS: (pointing to the floor to two black boxes on either side of the door
frame, both blinking red lights) ”Motion detectors.”
HARRY: ”Jesus," (he puts one foot over, holding Louis' shoulder to balance
himself as he raised his other foot) "I feel like I'm in some criminal movie.”
LOUIS: ”For a criminal you're not very smooth Styles.”
HARRY: “I could be very smooth, Tomlinson”
 
 SCENE 13
 INT. - CLUB DOWNTOWN - NIGHT
LOUIS: ”Shots?"
 [Louis whispered into Harry's ear. His breath tickled him, it raised the hairs
at the back of his neck and made his stomach coil. Unsure if Harry had heard
him Louis pointed towards the bar with his thumb. Harry nodded.]
 [Louis called over the bartender, she came over as soon as she saw Louis and
raised an eyebrow at him. She leaned over at the bar and Louis whispered in her
ear, she smiled and said something to him before going back to serving drinks.
The woman came back with two glasses with blue liquid. Harry took one when
Louis did, they pressed the glasses together. In a horrible accent, "Pa
arriba," He raised his glass up and Harry followed. "Para abajo," Lowered it
back down. "Para el centro," Louis brought it to his chest, Harry almost
followed it to Louis' chest as well, but then realized that it would be dumb
and brought it to his own. "Para adentro," Then he brought it to his lips and
in one go drank the whole damned thing. He slapped it against the bar and
signaled for the woman to come back.]
HARRY: ”Your Spanish is intact Louis."
LOUIS: ”Oh shut up."
 [The drink was sweet, with the bitter aftertaste of Vodka. Harry's had a
little bit of blue left, but he still put it down on the counter, waiting for
whatever Louis was to do next. The woman came over with four other shots. One
was a tan color accompanied with lemons which Harry figured was Tequila, the
other was one just like the ones they had before.]
HARRY: (he whispers into Louis’ ear, leaning down just a bit to reach him.)
"Trying to get me drunk, Tomlinson."
LOUIS: ”Yes. Maybe if I get you smashed you won't be so uptight." (Harry tilted
his head in confusion. Louis came back to his ear.) "Oh please, I've seen you
twitch anytime I litter or say the word fuck in public. Well you know what
Harry?" (He grabbed the Tequila shots first handing one to Harry.) "Tonight, we
say fuck it!"
HARRY: ”Fuck it!"
 [Louis downs his drink, Harry followed suit, holding the lemon in his other
hand. Before putting the drink down he sucked on the acid fruit. The tequila
burned at his throat.]
 [Louis had left the lemon untouched on the bar counter. He watched as Harry
sucked on the lemon, Louis licked his lips, getting any reserve of the tequila
from his lips.]
LOUIS: ”Lame."
HARRY: ”Sorry, I'm not used to Tequila down my throat 24/7."
LOUIS: “But you’re used to other things down your throat, right?”
HARRY: “Okay, Tomlinson" (He held the other two glasses, handing one to the
tiny man in front of him.) "This is war."
LOUIS: ”It seems to be that way.”
 [Both of them downed the liquid smacking the glasses on the bar.]
 
 SCENE 14
 INT. - CLUB DOWNTOWN- NIGHT
 (An hour or so after we last left them.)
HARRY: ”I thought the other guys were coming?"
 [They’ve been here for a few hours and not one of the other lads had arrived.]
LOUIS: (He puts an arm behind Harry on the booth.) "Nah. Thought we should have
some roommate bonding time."
HARRY: ”Want to go someplace else?"
LOUIS: (jokingly) “Woah there Harry. I took you out, but I'm not expecting
anything of that matter in return."
HARRY: (giggling and swatting his chest playfully) "Not what I meant."
LOUIS: ”I do know what you meant." (He stands, having no problem slipping out
of the booth.) "Shall we?”
HARRY: ”You okay to drive?"
LOUIS: ”I'm fine, not even tipsy. This is like a normal Tuesday morning for
me."
{If anyone were to tell Harry that having tequila on a Tuesday morning was
normal for them he would point them to the nearest rehab center, howver, when
Louis says it he sounds so cool.} 
 
SCENE 15  
 INT. - LOUIS’ CAR - NIGHT
HARRY: ”I like your car better than Niall’s."
LOUIS: (he shares a glimpse of eye contact with Harry, until his eyes are back
on the road) "Yeah?"
HARRY: ”Yes! It's real nice. I don't know much about cars, but a vintage car
that runs as well as yours must be quite expensive."
LOUIS: ”It was. My stepdad bought it for my sixteenth birthday. It's a 66
Mustang Coupe. That's all I know about it, so don't bother asking. Girls expect
me to know a shit ton about cars just because I own a vintage mustang. I don't
know shit, sorry to disappoint."
HARRY: ”You'd never disappoint me.”
 [Louis pulls over at the top of a hill. There's no street, just dirt and
woods. A lake is in front of them, down the hill. They have the view of the
moon light and the sun rising against the dark water.]
LOUIS: ”Want to go for a swim?"
HARRY: ”I feel like if we do, we'll get attacked by the Lochness Monster or
something."
LOUIS: ”Nah, me and Nessie are good."
 [Louis hand reaches between Harry's knees. Harry's heart stops, then it jumps
around his chest. But then Louis opens the glove compartment and Harry relaxes.
Louis pulls out a Marlboro box and an ash tray from the glove compartment, he
pulls out a cigarette placing it between his lips. The ash tray balances on the
edge of the dashboard. From his pocket he takes out a golden lighter.]
LOUIS: ”Mind if I smoke?"
 [Harry nods and mouths 'no' at the same time. He meant to say something, but
nothing came out].
 [Louis lights the cigarette, inhales the poison, then exhales smoke. The
windows are down and it elevates out of the car. Harry hears the singing of the
crickets, he expects to hear the lake, but it's still. This lake is supposed to
be the best in Bristol when it freezes, it's lovely to skate. Harry's clumsy
with his long legs and is simply the worst there is when it comes to skating.]
LOUIS: (He speaks and smoke leaves his mouth when he does.) “You smoke?"
HARRY: ”Not usually. I'd have to be pretty smashed."
 [Louis pulls another cigarette, holding the barely there cigarette between his
teeth. He gives it to Harry. Harry doesn't take it, just stares.]
LOUIS: ”You're smashed." (The cigarette bounces around in his mouth.) "Smoke
with me, I don't like smoking alone. Makes me feel lonelier."
 [Harry has it between his middle and pointer finger, and presses it against
his lips. He cups his other hand around his mouth and leans against Louis.
Harry feels the warmth when Louis fires up the end. Harry feels Louis' cold
hand behind the one cupping around the cigarette, clammy for driving too long.
The end is lit and Louis pulls away, Harry misses his cold.]
HARRY: (he speaks after several puffs) ”Know why we call them fags?"
 [Harry examines the lit cigarette in his fingers, before putting it back in
his mouth. Louis flicks the butt through the window with his fingers. He takes
a new cigarette, lights, then inhales.]
LOUIS: ”No, why?"
HARRY: ”Well fag used to mean loose piece. Then people called the butts, fags."
(He taps the edge of the ash tray balancing on the dashboard, several times,
black ash sprinkling on the glass.) "I guess it just ended up applying for the
whole cigarette."
LOUIS: (His mouth was a straight line, but in the corner of his lips crept a
smile. His almost smile.) ”I thought there would be an interesting story."
HARRY: ”You expected knights and princes?"
 [Harry left his cigarette burning smoke on the ash tray.]
LOUIS: ”Hmm." (he hummed) "Or maybe sea men and pirates."
HARRY: (smirking; an eyebrow raised) ”Sea men you say?"
LOUIS: (smiling) ”You’re disgusting, Styles."
HARRY: (he takes back the cigarette and it ends back between his lips) "Only
for you, Tomlinson."
 
 SCENE 16
 INT. - BAR DOWNTOWN - NIGHT
 [From across the bar Harry searches for Louis]
HARRY: ”Loueh!”
LOUIS: ”Oi! Oi!"
 [Harry smiles when he finds Louis, illuminated by the colorful lights of the
club, cheeks red and body sweaty. He can see through his shirt, it’s a mesh
fabric, and now that he’s all sweaty from dancing and being drunk, it’s even
clearer what’s underneath. Harry swallows as he stares at Louis’ collarbone
tattoo, ‘It Is What It Is’ clear to read, despite the dim lighting. This club
is more like a bar with a dance floor and booths at it’s sides, it’s comfier
than the one they went to earlier,  in the sense they would be able to have
conversations without having to be so close, but Harry doesn’t like it, in the
sense that he wouldn’t be able to have a conversation with Louis without having
to be so close.]
LOUIS: ” 'Ere you go, curly."
 [Louis sets the drink in front of Harry on the booth. He settles beside Harry,
halfway through the drink. He has two drinks in his hand, pinkish with limes.
Two lemon vodka rose waters, Louis called himself the creator of it no matter
what anybody said. Louis came here so often and ordered it several times a
night they put it in the cocktail menu and Louis named it Boris Yeltsin, Harry
didn't understand why, so he asked. The whole group that hadn't been listening
to Louis and Harry's conversation turned their heads with wide eyes and gaped
mouths.]
HARRY: (oblivious to what their talking about) "What?"
NIALL: ”You don't know what Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin is?!”
HARRY: ”Again,” (starts Harry) ”What?!"
LOUIS: (with an arm around Harry, Louis pats his shoulder several times) "I
have a lot to teach you my child."
HARRY: ”I'm only a year younger than you."
LOUIS: (he puts a stubby finger to Harry's lips.) "Hush, young Padawan."
HARRY: ”Pada-what?'
 [Louis slaps a hand over his forehead and shakes his head.]
PARK: ”You have a lot to work with."
 {Park, who arrived just yesterday speaks. Park is also an attractive young
man, not that Harry's surprised anymore. He's got clean pale skin and small
black eyes, his hair is a light brown, and he is unable to grow any facial
hair, except for his bushy brown eyebrows that Harry finds undeniably cute.
He's the youngest of the group, only sixteen, turns seventeen next August.}
 [Niall runs across Louis' hand on Harry along the way. Louis stares at Niall's
hand on Harry back.]
NIALL: ”Aw, give the poor guy a break. I wasn't very cultured when I first got
here."
LIAM: ”Yeah, but you're dumb. We forgave you because of it.”
 {It's the first time Harry has ever heard Liam say anything even remotely
unkind.}
NIALL: ”Fuck you,"
 [Liam laughs, and Niall chugs his beer. When he detaches himself from the
glass he has a thin line of foam above his lips. Harry chuckles and runs a
thumb through it, he cleans his finger off with the napkin under his drink.
Louis' hold on Harry tightens, and Harry relaxes unto him.]
FINCH: ”I heard Boris Yeltsin is having a secret concert."
 [He’s wrapped around Pierson. Pierson, isn’t new to the school, he’s been here
from the start, only he’s never clicked with anyone, until this year when his
roommate became Finch. He moved to Germany for a year last year, and came back
this year. Louis knew him from before, family connections or something like
that. It's the first time he's hung out with them outside campus. Harry speaks
to him, not usually, but they sit together in Latin. He's the only other openly
gay guy in their group, and Harry finds himself a little attracted to him.
Pierson is tall and lanky, actually, he's a fucking giant, 6'7" to be precise.
He's absolutely fit with gorgeous greenish blueish eyes and a square jaw. Harry
could pine after him, but he feels so out of his league whenever Pierson talks
about his conquests, and how many boys he's fucked. Apparently he's strictly
into  twinks. Harry's not much of a twink, he's tall and awkward, and his body
is taken mostly by his legs. Still, Pierson flirts, so Harry flirts.]
LOUIS:(he drops his glass loudly on the table)”No shit! Really?!"
ZAYN: ”Yeah," (he nods) “My cousins best friend is dating the bassist and said
they're coming to town."
BO: (is so smashed he probably has no idea what they're speaking of, wakes up
from his comatose state and yells, into Harry's ear) ”We should go!"
 [Then, when he knows everyone's looking at him, melts back onto the next door
booth. He's alone there, except for a straight couple who's tongues are so far
down each other's throats Harry's surprised none of them are gagging into each
other's mouths.]
PIERSON: ”Yeah, we should. Can your cousin get us in?"
ZAYN: (he shrugs) ”I don't know, I'll ask."
 [Zayn leans into Louis and speaks not so subtly.]
ZAYN: ”Got the shit?"
 [Harry doesn't mean to laugh at Zayn's choice of words, but he does because
his intoxicated mind doesn't process stuff like this. Zayn and Louis stare at
him with the same blank expressions, except Louis' mouth is curled up in the
slightest. He covers up his chuckle with a cough and then both of them are back
to one another.]
LOUIS: ”Yeah, want to go outside?"
 [Zayn nods. Louis asks Harry and Niall to move out of the booth so he can
exit. When they're all standing up, outside of the booth.]
LOUIS: (whispering into Harry’s ear) "Be right back,"
 [Louis squeezes Harry's hips one last time, grasping at his meaty love handles
and exits through the rusty back door, Zayn at his feet.]
 [Harry slides back inside the booth, shoulder touching Pierson's as he finds a
way to get the closest to him in the smoothest way possible. Smooth is not an
option with Harry though, it's impossible for him to do so. Pierson doesn't
notice though when he moves his bum closer to him and the leather underneath
rips embarrassing sounds.]
HARRY: ”Hi"
 [Harry smiles up at Pierson, lips closer than normal.]
PIERSON: “Heyy”
 {Harry licks his chapped lips. Underneath Pierson, Finch snores and Harry
envies how close they are. Do they make out? Finch has had sex with guys before
and Louis tells him Finch sometimes kisses other boys.}
 [The only reason why Pierson is in their group is because Finch introduced him
to everyone, they have every single class together but Latin, that's a lot of
time together that Harry just can't compete with. They spend almost as much
time together as Louis and he do.]
PIERSON:”Harry, is it considered flirting if I say you're looking really hot
tonight?"
 {Harry scrunches his nose. Hot? He really didn't think himself that way.
Adorably awkward, maybe, but never hot. Sure he's had many guys pine after him,
but was he considered hot? He only wore skin tight white jeans, a mesh black
crew neck, and an embroidered bomber jacket, was that, hot? It was nothing
special, or out of the ordinary. He must agree, though, that the white jeans
make his thighs and ass look extraordinary.}
HARRY:(he hums, pretending to think) ”I think it is."
PIERSON:"So be it." (he wraps an arm around Harry pulling him in closer.)
"You're not really my type Harry-"
 {Harry’s heart skins, his guts boil inside him in embarrassment.}
PIERSON:"But you're really fit, I think I might have to kiss you one of these
days."
 [Pierson’s drunk, Harry can tell by the way his breath reeks of alcohol, the
way his words slur, and how his cheeks flush a crimson color. He either means
what he says or he's just too drunk he'd flirt with a cactus. Not that drunk,
Harry hopes that Pierson would rather kiss Harry than any succulent.]
HARRY: (he swallows, heart pounding up to his throat) "Then do it."
 [Pierson leans in and right before Harry flutters his eyes shut, he kisses his
temple instead. He's disappointed, and maybe it's shown in his pouting
expression.]
PIERSON: ”One of these days."
HARRY: (he slaps Pierson's chest playfully) ”Tease.”
PIERSON: ”I have to know who I want wants me."
 [Finch sits up, eyes still partly closed as he snuggles against Pierson's
armpit. Pierson leans in again, body still where he was so he wouldn't disturb
Finch.]
PIERSON: ”It's the only way."
 [Finch is frowning next to Pierson, arms crossed against his chest when he
looks between the two grinning boys.]
FINCH: ”What's this about?"
HARRY: ”Nothing”
PIERSON: ”I've got a crush!"
FINCH: ”On-on who?"
PIERSON: ”Curly of course."
 [Then Finch goes back to frowning and Harry goes back to blushing.]
 {Finch is complicated. Harry can tell. He's protective of Pierson the same way
Louis is with him. Must be a best friend thing. Though, Finch is a little
different, he's jealous whenever Pierson has romantic intentions on someone
else. Louis just gets protective over best friends and being left out. Harry
could never leave Louis out, when he can barely get him out of his mind.]
 
>>>SMOOTH TRANSITION TO   SCENE 17   -FLASHBACK TO A FEW DAYS AGO<<<
 
 {The other day they laid on their dorm floor, playing some music on Harry's
record player. The Ramones, Harry believes. Harry's head laid on Louis' chest
and Louis drank one of his cherry coca colas. Louis stroked Harry's curly hair,
his fingers sometimes tangling up in them. Harry would drift off to sleep, but
then remembered, why sleep when his dreams are right there when he's awake next
to him.}
 {Louis would hum along to the song and Harry would tap his feet to the rhythm.
Then Louis' humming would stop, and he'd fallen asleep, fingers still tangled
around Harry's curls. Harry detached himself from him and would look at his
profile from the side. He'd just admire his elf nose, his thin lips, his tiny
ears and long lashes. The boy had such beautiful bone structure, nice high
cheekbones Harry wanted to poke.}
 {Then, Louis would wake up, probably sensing someone watching him, especially
as intently as Harry. He'd look at Harry, tangle his fingers in his hair once
again and smile.}
LOUIS: ”You're watching me, you creep.”
 {Harry would blush and say that he was mesmerized by his eyelashes and cute
little nose.}
LOUIS: ”Don't fall in love with me.”
{Louis would warn next.} 
HARRY:(giggling) ”Won't."
 {Harry smirked, so obviously gone for him.}
 {Louis stuck his pinky out.}
LOUIS: ”Pinky promise."
 {Harry tied their pinkies together.}
HARRY: ”I will never fall in love with you, Tomlinson.”
 {Harry needed so badly for that to be true.}
 {Harry, would've said what any other openly gay man would say to their
straight male friend. Which is: 'gay men aren't attracted to every single man
they see', but he wasn't sure if that applied to his situation. Harry realized
he had maybe romantic feelings for his best friend in school this Wednesday,
when Louis took him out to their usual bar during dinner. Louis ate some
overstuffed sandwich he had specially made, it pond to Harry that Louis'
platter is so unique he has to order everything, word by word or else he
wouldn't eat. He was silly, but so cool, and Harry envied his coolness and
ability to be so laid back.There weren't sufficient pickles in the sandwich, so
Louis asked for more. Harry smiled and asked him why. Then Louis explained he
needed to taste pickle every single bite he took of his sandwich. Harry wanted
to laugh at it, but Louis spoke about it like it's so important.}
LOUIS: ”Since we're roommates we're automatically best friends, Harry."
 {Louis explains, a pickle and sandwich full mouth as he speaks.}
 {Harry displays his dimples, mouth closed because of the sandwich he's eating.
It's the same sandwich he ate the first time he went out with the group and the
same sandwich he has for every single dinner, yet it gets better every new
first bite.}
HARRY: ”I've always wanted a best friend.”
LOUIS: (eyebrows raised) "You've never had one?"
HARRY: “Not the mutual kind.”
 {Louis smiled. sympathetically, and Harry felt warm inside. And then they'd
eat their sandwiches never in silence, because Harry would never eat with his
mouth full, and Louis almost always did. The boy never stopped talking and
Harry never wanted him to. So many interesting stories about him escaping from
campus and almost getting caught, but never getting caught because, with pride
in his voice, 'Louis Tomlinson never gets caught!’.}
 
 SCENE 18
 EXT. - OUTSIDE THE BAR - NIGHT
 
{Zayn is the only one allowed to talk about the whole…Ethan…thing.}  
LOUIS: “I don’t know…I’ve gotten close to Harry.”
ZAYN: “I could tell. He’s a good guy.”
LOUIS: (smiling) “Yeah…he is…isn’t he?”(beat) “I’ve distracted myself from
falling back into the pit.”
ZAYN: “Yeah? What’s keeping you distracted.”
LOUIS: “Honestly, nowadays, Harry.”(chuckles)“But also schoolwork, weed seems
to do the trick too.”
ZAYN: “Girls?”
LOUIS: “Haven’t come around to them yet.”
 
 SCENE 19
 INT. - BAR DOWNTOWN - NIGHT
 [Where we last left these characters.]
 PIERSON : ”Curly of course."
HARRY: ”Didn't know anyone but Louis called me that."
PIERSON: ”Well, Louis has so many nicknames for you, we had to take one of
them."
HARRY: ”Don't use them in front of him. He's small, but he'll kill you."
PIERSON:"I was gonna ask about that."
HARRY:“About what?”
PIERSON:"What's up with you two?"
HARRY:"Us two? Nothing. Why would you say that?"
 [Pierson’s eyes are on Harry's lips, and Harry thinks he might kiss them, he
stays put].
PIERSON:"I just thought...because you guys are really close and touchy and
flirty."
HARRY:"Well you and Finch are like that as well."
 [Pierson chuckles, Finch tensing beside him.]
PIERSON:"Yeah, but I don't like Finch that way."
 [Harry focuses on Finch after that, his face falls and he removes himself from
Pierson. Pierson is unaware.]
HARRY:"You think I like... Louis?”
PIERSON:"No." (he exhales loudly) "No. I think Louis might like...you...though.
He's so protective over you."
HARRY:”That's just a best friend thing."
PIERSON:"No, Liam and Zayn are best friend flirty and jealous. You and Louis I
don't know."
HARRY:"We just met a week ago."
PIERSON:"He's attracted to you, then."
HARRY:"He's straight."
PIERSON:“So he says."
HARRY:(he snaps)"Why is this so important to you?!"
 [long beat]
HARRY: ”Sorry,” (little beat) "Sorry, it's that whenever I'm best friends with
an attractive straight guy everyone just assumes I'm in love with him."
PIERSON:"So you find him attractive?"
HARRY:"Of course, have you seen him?"
PIERSON:"His ass!"
 [And if Finch wasn't tense before, he was now, rigid in his seat, eyes wide
and chugging the drink in his hand.]
HARRY:"It's every gay man's dream."
PIERSON:(long beat)“I didn't say you loved him."
HARRY:(shaking his head) “I don't."
PIERSON:"Good, cause I'd like to take you out."
HARRY:(heleans into Pierson, whispers against his face) "Maybe, I'm not looking
for something serious."
PIERSON:"Hm." (he leans closer) "My type."
 [Harry’s lips are centimeters from his, Finch's eyes are hard on them, and he
stops, leans back. Pierson pouts just a little. Finch's body loosens. Harry's
forgotten that the rest of the group is there, it felt just like the three of
them. Niall, Liam, and Park discuss if they should talk to the girls on the
other side of the bar.]
HARRY:"I thought your type was strictly twink."
PIERSON:"Things change."
 [In a sudden move, Pierson’s lips are on Harry's. Hands pulling Harry closer
by his neck. His eyes are shut, but Harry's are wide open. When Pierson's lips
move against Harry's, he closes his eyes, and joins him. Pierson's lips are
soft and warm, and Harry can't feel his lips. He can't feel his tongue either
when he slides it against Pierson's bottom lip and slips it inside his mouth.]
LOUIS: ”I leave for ten seconds, and this happens."
 [Harry hears Louis voice, and separates immediately from the boy who kissed
him.]
 [Louis cheeks are a rose color, the cold does that to the pale boy and Harry
finds it so cute. His eyes are slightly red as well, smoking weed does that to
you, Harry guesses. He's never tried any drugs, just alcohol and the usual
cigarette. Smiling, Pierson slides a thumb at his wet lips.]
HARRY: ”Sorry."
 {Harry regrets it once the word leaves his mouth, stupid.}
LOUIS: ”Why?" (he murmurs back) ”You'll finally get some, maybe a cock up your
bum is the only way we'll ever get you to loosen up."
HARRY: ”I'm already loose."
LOUIS: (he chuckles) “I bet.”
 [Harry laughs after a moment, getting the joke]
LOUIS: "You're still that stuck up neat freak from day one."
HARRY: ”If I wasn't our home would be a pig stock!”
LOUIS: (smiling tenderly) ”Home.”
 [Harry blushes at the sudden realization that he used that word.]
PIERSON:"I don't do married guys. Sorry, Harry."
HARRY: (protesting) ”We're not married."
LOUIS:(gasps over dramatically) "Harold Edward Tomlinson, how could you say
such a thing?!" 
HARRY: (laughing) ”My name's not Harold."
LOUIS: ”It is to me, honey bunch.”
PIERSON:"Soo married."
 
SCENE 20 
 EXT. - NIALL’S TRUCK - NIGHT
 [Park didn't drink tonight, so he drove Niall's truck, he's the only one Niall
lets. So, Park drove and Niall sat shotgun, annoying and poking Park's cheeks,
saying how cute he is. Then the rest of them sat in the back of the truck.
Harry leaned into Pierson's body, legs tangled, Louis sat next to him, avoiding
them completely and smoking with Zayn instead. Finch slept in Pierson's lap,
Pierson petting his soft hair, entwining them in his fingers.]
 [They’re all walking to their dorms. Shoulder to shoulder they strut. They’re
ordered: Niall, Park, Bo, Finch, Pierson, Harry, Louis, Zayn, Liam.]
 [Then they arrived and Harry still wanted to feel Pierson's warmth.  So, when
thy reached the F building and Louis expected Harry to come up with him, Harry
stayed stuck to Pierson, his arm still around him.]
LOUIS: ”You staying?" (eyeing Pierson malevolently) “With him?”
 [Liam and Zayn who also lived in the F building, were already upstairs. The
rest of the group had already left, Finch hesitating when they arrived at his
and Bo's building.]
HARRY: ”Just for a little while."
 [Harry smiled up at Pierson. Louis' jaw clenched, his fists at either side of
him.]
PIERSON: ”Don't wait up.”
LOUIS: ”Okay."
 
 SCENE 21
 INT. - PIERSON’S DORM -  NIGHT
 [When Louis disappeared into the building Pierson squeezed Harry's hand. Then
he pulled on it, his legs, that were even longer than Harry's, pranced to the G
building, in front of Harry's dorm. The G building was the newest of the
buildings, and was absolutely amazing, the dorms were bigger and they had their
own laundry room and kitchen. All the buildings had a living room, but theirs
was the most equipped, mini fridge, x-box, and all.They were upstairs, in the G
building living room, not a soul in sight. The sun rose by the closed mesh
purple drapes. Pierson holds both of Harry's hands, smirking mischievously.
Then Harry pushes him backwards unto the couch, grinning.]
 [Harry licks his lips and straddles Pierson's open legs. Pierson holds either
of Harry's thighs, clutching tightly. He puts his hands to his face, kissing
the side of his prickly jaw. Pierson throws his head back moaning while Harry
moves further down. Sucking at his collarbone, Pierson whimpers lightly.]
PIERSON: ”Harry,” (he hums) "Babe," (a low grunt escapes from his lips because
Harry swivels his bum on Pierson's growing crotch) "Don't you want to take
things slow."
HARRY: ”Not tonight."
 [Harry puts his lips to Pierson's, opening his mouth immediately.]
PIERSON: (pulls back, lips detaching)"You're drunk."
HARRY: ”We're drunk.”(little beat) “I want this. Drunk or not, I want this.
Alcohol just gives me courage."(he pecks Pierson’s lips) "Please just kiss me."
 [And Pierson does. His lips are chapped from the cold and wet from licking
them all the time. His mouth tastes of rum and coke, and slightly of the garlic
bread they ate in the bar. Pierson's kisses are deep and hard, and his lips
could bruise Harry's lips. Their teeth clash together every time they lean
further into each other.]
PIERSON: (speaking into Harry’s mouth) “God…Harry.”
 [Harry rocks his hips foreword, their stiff cocks brushing. Pierson hums
loudly onto Harry's lips. Pierson ruts his hips along with Harry's rocking and
he feels so big, even under their clothes.]
PIERSON: (he pushes Harry back) ”Not tonight”
HARRY: ”I want to."
PIERSON: ”Not tonight, babe." 
HARRY: ”I really, really want to…” (kissing Pierson's jaw, nibbling at the
skin) “But I can wait.”
PIERSON: ”You can feel how much I want this too,"
 [Pierson bucks his hips upwards, rubbing his hard dick against Harry. Harry
groans, throwing his head back.]
HARRY: (eyes still closed) “Don’t tease.”
PIERSON: ”I want to take you out first."
HARRY: ”You don't have to."
PIERSON: ”I want to."
 [So, Harry hops off Pierson so he could stand up. Pierson holds his hand and
guides him downstairs. His hands are cold and moist, and Harry likes the
feeling of holding them. Harry's mouth tastes of Pierson, and only Pierson, and
he wants his mouth to be with his again. They don't speak a word, but none of
them mind. Harry has his fingers on his tingly and swollen lips, wondering if
that really happened. Going slow, going slow, that's what he's always done, 'if
you go slow it'll last longer'. Harry doesn't want lasting, does he? He's had
his fair share of a lasting relationship and it tore him.]
PIERSON: ”Here you are."
 [Harry continued walking until Pierson, who stopped, pulled his arm.]
HARRY: ”Here I am."
 [Harry smiles, waiting for his goodbye kiss, lips slightly puckered out,
tongue licking his lips, anticipation growing at the pit of his stomach and in
his pants from moments before. Pierson leans, his hand barely clutching Harry's
face. His lips are dry against Harry's, and it's an uncomfortable friction
between their lips, but then he licks his lips and Harry’s. Just when he's
about to open his mouth wider and allow his tongue further into Pierson's
mouth, Pierson's lips are gone. Harry whines missing his lips.]
PIERSON: ”Goodnight Harry."
 [He presses a kiss to Harry's forehead and he's gone.]
 
 SCENE 22
 INT. - H + L’S DORM - DAY
HARRY: (whiny) ”That’s today?"
 
 [His hair is wrapped around a towel his waist as well. The towel around his
waist is smaller than normal towels, and only covers up mid thigh. Someone
might be uncomfortable walking around like this, but Harry enjoys the
attention, especially from Zayn. Zayn lives in the F building, in the same
floor than Louis and Harry. Harry came out of the bathroom half naked and
walked past Zayn, who was filling his water bottle in the hallway fountain.
Zayn took a double take at Harry, almost dropping his thermos at the sight of
Harry's revealed thighs. Harry just smiled at Zayn, and continued his journey
to his dorm where Louis was currently obsessing over soccer tryouts.]
 
LOUIS: ”Yes, it's today!"
 
HARRY: (groans) ”I just showered!"
 
LOUIS: ”Do I look like I care?"
 
 [Harry sighed mumbling something that meant he gave in and Louis gave a
triumphant shriek. Then he started changing into sports clothes, right in front
of Louis. Louis didn't give it much thought, however. Instead, he laid back on
his bed, feet dangling over the edge.]
 
 
 SCENE 23
 
 EXT - FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
 
 [Harry was so nervous about the whole thing, his knees shook and his heart
thumped loudly. He was terrible at sports, most importantly soccer. As much as
Harry voiced this to Louis, he just shrug him off]
 
HARRY: ”Louis, I'm terrible at it. I won't even make the team."
 
LOUIS: "You're not going anywhere."
 
 [Louis did not look up from the soccer tryout list he read. Not many people
signed up, the list was only half way full. Louis frowned when they first
picked it up from the office.]
 
LOUIS: ”Besides, you are going to make the team. Your best friend is captain,
remember."
 
 [As tingly as it made Harry when Louis said this, he acted cool.]
 
HARRY: “No, you don't get it. I'm terrible terrible, I couldn't kick a ball if
it was right at my feet."
 
 [Louis slapped the check board on his knee and looked at Harry, a slight
frustration in his expression.]
 
LOUIS: ”Then I'll bench you!" (long beat of Louis pinching the bridge of his
nose, while Harry stares) “Please, Haz." (he puts a hand to Harry's shoulder,
keeping it there)”Just do this, for me. This is important to me, and I want you
to be a part of it, okay?” (small beat) “It’s what best friends are for.”
 
HARRY: ”Alright, I...I'll-I'll do this...for you.” (little beat)“It’s wh-what
best friends are for.”
 
 
 SCENE 24
 
 EXT. - BY BLEACHERS AT FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
 
 [If they thought the people in the list were very few, then they were wrong,
because in front of them stood an embarrassing amount of people. Harry put an
arm around Louis, he flinched at the touch, but then relaxed when he saw the
sympathetic smile on Harry's face.]
 
 [They had recently finished the warm up and evacuations (as Louis called their
small drills). All of them barely stood, knees shaking and sweat everywhere.
They all panted waiting for Louis and Niall, the vice captain, to call out the
people who got in. They were only going to let fourteen people in their team,
that would make almost all of them, except two.]
 
NIALL: ”Sivan!"
 
 {His name was Troye. He was a slim junior who was probably the best during
this tryout. Harry's never really noticed him, but he's cute, he's also gay, so
if Harry wanted to ask him out, he could, without getting an awkward 'oh, no,
dude, i'm straight, sorry.’ It’s happened before…Harry doesn’t want to talk
about it.}
 
 [Troye jogged to Niall's side, getting patted on the shoulder by both of the
captains as he took a green jersey out of the bag Niall brought.]
 
LOUIS: ”Park! Bo! Finch!"
 
 [That made four out of fourteen.]
 
NIALL: ”Cole!"
 
 [One of the Sprouse twins.]
 
LOUIS: "Dylan."
 
 [The other Sprouse twin. That made six out of fourteen.]
 
NIALL: ”Amir."
 
 [The hot Saudi guy from Harry's class. He was sadly straight and way out of
Harry's league.]
 
NIALL: ”Kostas.”
 
 [Eight out of fourteen]
 
LOUIS: (smirking at Harry) ”Harry.”
 
HARRY: (murmured) “Thank God”
 
 [Harry walks to Louis’ side along with the other ones who made the team. He
didn't know why he was so worried, he didn't want to come in the first place,
and Louis assured him he was going to get him in.]
 
NIALL: ”Kamon."
 
 [Harry put a jersey over his head, it fit loosely like everyone else's. Louis
patted Harry on the head, ruffling his curls.]
 
NIALL: ”Alec! Rome! Stan! Calvin!"
 
LOUIS: ”That makes all of the team, the rest of you can leave. Thank you for
trying out."
 
 {He felt bad taking their spots just because he was best friends with the
captain.}
 
 [That feeling didn't last long though because Louis took him by surprise,
pushing him onto the ground. His body fell on the grass with a loud thud, the
ground was cold and damp, but Harry didn't have time to care because Louis sat
on top of his torso holding Harry down by the wrists.]
 
HARRY: “Woah”
 
 [Harry’s heart is doing flips inside of him, it could probably get confused as
a jumping bean rather than a vital organ. He could push this aside and brush it
like it was because he was having an intense workout, but he knew he would be
lying. It's because Louis is a boy and Harry likes boys, and he has a nice bum
that is sitting so close to Harry's crotch, that's it, that's why. It's just
because he is a fit boy.]
 
LOUIS: “You’re mine Styles.”
 
HARRY: ”Why didn't you take the other two?"
 
LOUIS: (playing with the curls that escaped Harry’s bun) ”Because they were
ugly. I need pretty players, not talented ones." (caressing Harry’s cheek)
“You’re pretty."
 
 [Harry turns his face to the side, dismissing the boy on top of him, hopefully
he doesn't see the crimson in his cheeks.]
 
HARRY: “Lou…”
 
 [He’s really asking Louis this time, hoping for the honest answer.]
 
 [Louis sighs and Harry feels the warm air on his chin. They've never been this
close, their noses haven't barely touched and they've never shared panting
breaths. Harry can smell Louis. He smells of sweat and grass, and that awful
cologne he always wears.]
 
LOUIS: ”I wanted you in the team. Even if you suck I'll practice with you every
day, you'll get better."
 
 [His bum has slid down to Harry's crotch and Harry's thinking of ways of dying
from embarrassment than getting a stiffy while your best friend sits on your
bum in a way that is meant to be platonic. There is no more embarrassing way to
die, really.]
 
HARRY: (warning) ”Lou”
 
LOUIS: (oblivious) “Hmm?”
 
HARRY: ”Can you…?" (blushing) "Um...stand?"
 
LOUIS: (mocks, a smile on his lips)”Um...no."
 
 [Then when he notices the panic in Harry's eyes he let's go of Harry's wrists.
His place on Harry's crotch remains the same. Harry's able to lift his back off
the grass and lean closer into Louis.]
 
HARRY: (hushed, into Louis’ ear) ”If you sit on my dick like that Louis…bad
things will happen."
 
 [Louis’ eyes widen, for just a second, then he's back to confident himself.]
 
LOUIS: ”What bad things?" (beat of sexually frustrated and prolonged eye
contact, that could make the viewer uncomfortable) ”Alright."
 
 [He squats on top of Harry, then stands up. Once he's up and has brushed off
all the excess grass from his hands, he extends a hand for his friend. Harry
stands on his own.]
 
 
 SCENE 25
 
 INT. - JAPANESE RESTAURANT DOWNTOWN - NIGHT
 
 [They felt like going all out tonight for Niall's birthday. Niall would've
wanted something less extravagant, but all of the boys wanted to treat him to a
great meal.]
 
NIALL: ”Ya should've seen Harry out in the field!"
 
 {Niall speaks with food in his mouth, though he covers it with his hand.
Whatever attraction Harry might've felt for Niall, is long lost.}
 
NIALL: ”He was terrible, tell 'em Lou."
 
 [He nudges Louis, who was staring at his untouched food. Louis stares at
Harry, who seems unfazed by the teasing, and actually seems to be enjoying it.]
 
LOUIS: ”I don't know, he wasn't that bad."
 
HARRY: ”I was pretty bad Lou."
 
LOUIS: ”You're not varsity level."
 
HARRY: "Louis, please, I'm your best friend you can be honest. I won't hurt."
 
LOUIS: (to HARRY) ”You were shit." (to the rest) “He was shit. I thought I saw
shit when I saw these two play." (pointing at Liam and Zayn) ”But, God, how is
it possible for someone to be so fucking horrible at a sport."
 
PIERSON: (whispering into Harry's ear, his hand on his thigh under the table)
"And yet you made the team. Must mean something."
 
HARRY: ”Yes, it means he wants me on the team because I'm his friend." 
 
PIERSON: ”Whatever you say, princess.”
 
HARRY: (pouting) ”I’m not a princess."
 
PIERSON: “Alright.”
 
HARRY: (long beat) “I wasn't serious, don't listen to me, call me princess
again."
 
 [Pierson turned to Harry, smile and a dribble of soy sauce on his lips.]
 
PIERSON: ”Princess."
 
 [Harry’s insides melted once again and his cheeks flushed. Never has he been
the smallest or least dominant in situations like this. He's been the one
fucked most of the time, but even then he was the dominant bottom, the power
bottom. With Pierson he wasn't really sure of his dominant reputation. He liked
being called princess by him, make him feel like a sub. If a man were to ever
call him princess before Harry's sure he would punch them in the dick.]
 
 
 
 
 
CHAPTER: HOMECOMING
 
 
 SCENE 26
 
 INT - LOUS AND HARRY’S DORM - SUNSET
 
HARRY: "This is so stupid, Lou."(he’s buttoning up a black shirt) “I thought
homecoming was a stupid American tradition.”
 
 [Louis sits on Harry's bed, putting on his shoes. Louis had dress shoes, but
didn't have a dress shirt. He's wearing one of Harry's dress shirts, because he
didn't have any nice ones for the occasion. It was loose on him, and the
sleeves reached the tips of his fingers. Harry sat on the bed next to Louis,
tugging at the sleeves, and slowly he folded them up Louis' forearm.]
 
LOUIS: ”I know it's stupid, but we're obligated to go. This is an American
school, we’re almost obligated to celebrate all their traditions.” (small beat,
he is thinking of something) "Me and Zayn used to find ways to get in trouble,
and our punishment would be that we weren't allowed to go. Last year they
finally caught up to us and our evil plan. Only took them three years."
 
HARRY: "It's that bad, huh?"
 
 [Harry was finally done with the last sleeve and they both stood up, ready to
leave. Harry took both of their jackets from the closet hanger and was on his
way downstairs.]
 
LOUIS: ”The dance is fine, there's good food, good music, and we're allowed to
stay out later than usual, not that I've ever followed that rule."
 
HARRY: "So, what's wrong with it?"
 
LOUIS: "The girls."
 
HARRY: (shocked) ”Girls?"
 
LOUIS: ”Yeah, the school invites this preppy all-girls boarding school. They're
good looking, I guess, but whenever they open their mouth you just wanna smack
their head against a wall or something. You know?"
 
HARRY: "Not really."
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 27
 
 EXT. - SCHOOL BUS STOP - NIGHT
 
 [Louis pats Niall on the back, greeting him.]
 
LOUIS: ”The girls are all fucking stuck up, spoiled bitches. Even the good ones
are deeply spoiled. You’ll know when you see it."
 
NIALL: ”Reenwood girls?"
 
HARRY: ”Yeah”
 
NIALL: "Oh the fucking worst. They’re all a bunch of clits, all of them!"
 
 [Louis turns to Harry with a quick whip of his head that makes Harry wonder
how his head didn't detach itself from his neck. His arms are folded on top of
the other and there's a 'I told you so' look on his face.]
 
PARK: (getting on the bus, but still speaking) ”What’d they do to you?”
 
NIALL: (getting on the bus, behind PARK) “Just because you got lucky and found
yourself the only good bird in the whole fucking school doesn't mean the rest
of them are like your precious angel of a girlfriend.”
 
PARK: “Oh, you’re jealous.”
 
 [Harry motions for Louis to go first, Louis puts a hand to his heart and makes
googly eyes at Harry, mocking him. Harry sticks his tongue out at Louis making
him smile wider as he gets in. Harry's behind Louis, on the bus, breathing at
his neck. And Louis might've twitched or shivered, Harry didn't notice.]
 
HARRY: ”So, I guess the whole school hates these girls."
 
 [The line is moving slowly, but they're approaching the next empty seats.]
 
LOUIS: "You have no fucking clue."
 
 [Harry goes to sit on the empty seats, but Louis continues on to the back, and
Harry, as his newly cast best friend, follows.]
 
LOUIS: "Even the guys fucking those girls hate them."
 
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 28
 
 INT. - BUS 1 - NIGHT
 
 [Louis stops when they hit the back of the bus. There's some popular junior
boys sitting on the last seats the bus offers. Louis motions them to get up,
and Harry's about to ask Louis to stop, but one stands up immediately.]
 
LOUIS: "That's right."
 
 [The first of the four stood up, probably their leader. He was a scrawny tall
boy. With absolutely no facial hair, eyebrows included.]
 
LOUIS: (clapping his hands in front of the other guys' faces) “Up, up, up.
Thought you already knew by now that Bus 1's back seats belong to Louis
Tomlinson!"
 
JUNIOR BOY:”Fuck off!"
 
LOUIS: "Make me!"
 
 [Park and Niall were seated a few seats in front of them making reckless
conversation, probably about the Reenwood girls. Shortly after Zayn and Liam
came in, Zayn sat next to Louis, but Liam sat on the seats next to Nark.]
 
HARRY: (to ZAYN) ”Why isn't he sitting with us?”
 
ZAYN:”Said something about letting you sit with your boyfriend."
 
 [Harry’s first guess was Louis, which he would've said that Louis and him were
just friends, like he had to explain a lot these days that their relationship
was strictly platonic. Thank god he didn't say anything, it would be
embarrassing because he thought of the wrong guy.]
 
LOUIS: "Pierson's not his boyfriend. They're just fucking."
 
HARRY: "Um...we... haven't... um."
 
LOUIS: "You mean...you guys haven't fucked?"
 
HARRY: "Fucked." (he chuckles) No, we haven't."
 
LOUIS: "Not even a hand job or blowjob?”
 
HARRY: "Nope."
 
ZAYN: ”I think this is the longest Pierson has gone without cumming."
 
LOUIS: "Who says he's not cumming?"
 
 [With his eyes and eyebrows Louis points at the next boy boarding the bus,
Finch.]
 
ZAYN:“Nah...maybe he's in love with you."
 
LOUIS: (he chuckles) “In love with him?"
 
HARRY:(teasing) “Am I unloveable, Louis?"
 
LOUIS: (suddenly embarrassed) “No…you're...uh...you're lovable...Harry."
 
PIERSON: ”Isn't he?"
 
 {Pierson pecks Harry's lips, taking him by surprise. It lasted less than a
second, but it feels so intimate. Harry doesn't kiss in public, not usually,
especially not in a bus full of straight guys. And Harry knows he shouldn't
care, that he deserves to love someone as freely as straight people do, but he
cares, and it scares him how much he cares. To his surprise though, when their
lips separate, not one person holds a torch for Harry, well maybe Finch, who
plops on his seat arms crossed.}
 
PIERSON: "You look hot."
 
 
 SCENE 29
 
 INT. - REENWOOD GYM - NIGHT
 
 [Bo came over their table, cheeks crimson and lips swollen. He has a girl
behind him, she's so small, probably the reason why Harry didn't see her in the
first place, she's probably half Bo's size. They have been kissing, intensely
and for long by the looks of the bulge in Bo's pants. She has beautiful clear
olive skin and wears a small red dress.]
 
BO: “Lou, please tell me you've got weed or something in there."
 
LOUIS: (pats his jacket) "Nah, haven't got anything. You should ask Zayn."
 
BO: "He's flirting with one of the teachers."
 
 [Bo points to the far end corner. Surely enough Zayn's cornered some tall
scrawny red head.]
 
LOUIS: "He doesn't like interruptions."
 
BO: "I know.” (steps closer, whispers) "That's why we're asking you."
 
LOUIS: "Cigarettes, fine?"
 
BO: (turns to the girl he's been chasing all night) "You smoke?"
 
 [She nods her head no.]
 
BO’S GIRL:”Either way let's go outside, this place sucks."
 
LOUIS: "I like her."
 
BO’S GIRL:"I'll grab some of my friends and I'll meet you out.”
 
 
 
 SCENE 30
 
 EXT. - ALLEY BEHIND THE REENWOOD GYM - NIGHT
 
 [While Louis is making out with some blonde girl right next to where Pierson
and Harry are standing, Pierson speaks to Harry. Harry has zoned out completely
from the conversation because he stares at Louis making out with this girl. He
goes back to listening to Pierson when Louis opens his eyes and stares back at
him.]
 
PIERSON: "I was expecting him to tell me that my end of the year assignment was
missing. Instead he said that he's waited all year for this. I was so confused,
but then he got on his knees and sucked me off.”
 
HARRY: (subtly fake, PIERSON doesn’t notice) ”No way!"
 
PIERSON: "He did! He was hot too, had been checking him out the entire year.
Then I locked the door and he bended me over on his desk. Fucked me so hard, I
was surprised we didn't break the damn desk." (he laughs) ”I was only sixteen,
wouldn't turn seventeen until July."
 
HARRY: "Holy shit. That did not fucking happen."
 
 [Louis comes over to them, wiping his swollen pink lips. He's been kissing
that girl, Samantha or Stephanie or something like that. Harry's been avoiding
it, staring at Pierson's lips as he speaks. His stomach churns, he bites his
cheeks, he hates it. Louis likes kissing girls and not him. Samantha or
Stephanie goes back in, leaving the three of them. It was Park, his girlfriend,
Bo, the girl, and then them at the beginning. The couples eventually went their
own ways later.]
 
LOUIS: “It did," (taking out a cigarette from the box in the inside pockets of
his navy blazer) "He fucked Zayn too, and any hot twink in school." (he squints
his eyes, shaking his head at Pierson, maybe he doesn't notice his face
contouring.) "You're not very special Pierson. Everyone fucked him, man he even
came onto me."
 
HARRY: "What?!"
 
PIERSON: "What did you say?"
 
LOUIS: (lighting the cigarette) “Told him I could jerk him off, if he gave me
head.”
 
PIERSON: "Really?"
 
HARRY: "Well, now I feel left out"
 
PIERSON: "I'm sure he'd be up for it if you asked.”
 
LOUIS: "He's too late. Heard he got fired last year. Maybe for fucking his
students in his classroom, I don't know."
 
PIERSON: "Did you really jerk off Mr. Joyce?"
 
LOUIS: (smirks and chuckles, he stares at the floor, cigarette between his
teeth)“No. You'll believe anything. I expected it from Harry cause he's
gullible, but you? Oh, Pierson."
 
PIERSON: "What? You think I wouldn't believe you've done some guy," (takes his
arm off HARRY, stepping closer to LOUIS. He stops when his and LOUIS’ face are
inches apart.) "Because you're so straight?”
 
LOUIS: (cigarette placed between two fingers, at his side, jaw clenched) "The
fuck you mean by that?!”
 
PIERSON: “Oh please, you think I haven't noticed how you look at Harry, how you
get so possessive over him."
 
LOUIS: "Shut up, you don't know what you're saying."
 
PIERSON: "You can't tell me you're strictly platonic when it's clear you have
big boners for your best friend.” (nose flaring and chest rising and falling
rapidly) "And what about Ethan?"
 
LOUIS: (scary defensive) “Don’t you fucking dare say his name! Shut the fuck up
Pierson, I swear to God."
 
 [Pierson hums. They're centimeters apart now, noses almost touching. That's
when Harry decides to come in between, literally. His back is pressed against
Louis, and his palms lay on Pierson's chest, pushing him away.]
 
HARRY: "Easy there."
 
 [Louis leans back onto the buildings brick wall, giving into Harry. Joining
him is Harry, after he's stared at Pierson long enough. The wall is cold on his
back, and hard, but he stays, because Louis hands a lit cigarette to Harry.
Harry inhales.]
 
HARRY: (exhaling smoke) "So, what did you really say."
 
LOUIS: "I told him to fuck off and get the next best twink." (he retrieves the
cigarette from HARRY, puffing) "Guess he listened, because the next day I
caught him fucking this one heavily closeted junior.”
 
 [They don't laugh, or speak after that, Pierson joins them again, arm tight
around Harry, body tense against the wall. Harry detaches himself from Pierson,
instead he shuffles closer to Louis, hoping that PIerson will get the idea that
Harry is upset at him at the moment. Louis' joking as he smokes cigarette after
cigarette, only handing it to Harry after many inhaling and exhaling.]
 
 SCENE 31
 
 EXT. - FIELD BEHIND THE F BUILDING - NIGHT (ALMOST DAWN)
 
 [They’re back at school. Their dorm advisor told them they could stay out as
long as they wanted, only if they kept it down. Pierson wanted to have Harry to
himself, Harry knew what that meant, maybe they'd finally do something or
Pierson would apologize, either way he didn’t want to go with Pierson. Instead
he grabbed onto Louis' hand and followed Louis somewhere he promised was
amazing]
 
 [It wasn't amazing, wasn't beautiful, wasn't mysterious, wasn't cool, but
Louis said it was his, it belonged to him and no one dared to step in. Then
with an antagonizing smile spoke, 'what's mine is yours', and this place became
theirs. It was located behind the F building, it was a journey just to get down
there. They walked through bathrooms and janitor's closets and places Harry's
never seen the entire time he's lived in the F building. He was sure if he were
to ever let go of Louis' hand he'd be lost, because Louis never got lost, he
wandered and knew exactly where he was, that was the beauty or the ugly of him,
Harry hadn't decided.]
 
 [They left out the emergency door and appeared on a back alley. There were
bushes and grass, and the soccer field was right in front of them. Of course
they'd have to run for a few minutes down the hill to get there, but they had
the view of it. It was lit by lamp posts and the moon and stars.]
 
HARRY: "I don't know about you, but that homecoming wasn't that bad."
 
 {He’d looked up and it was beautiful, there was the sound of Louis' breathing
and the crickets, the scent of freshly mowed grass and Louis' terrible cologne,
and the sight of the half moon and infinite stars. Then he'd look down and life
wasn't a fantasy anymore, up there it was just him and the feeling of Louis,
down here Louis was a few feet apart, smoking on his own.}
 
LOUIS: (he chuckles, his breath releasing fog into the air) ”That’s because we
spent our entire time outside.”
 
 [Louis ripped the grass from the ground, blowing at his palm when they stuck
to his hand, and they'd float away. In a way, Harry felt like he was floating
away too.]
 
HARRY: (he ignored LOUIS, staring at the sky, head on the damp ground)"The
girls weren't so bad either."
 
LOUIS: "You never spoke to those girls, how would you know?"
 
HARRY: "You didn't seem to mind them so much when you had you're tongue down
that blond."
 
LOUIS: "Shut up, Harry. That's all the action I can get here."
 
HARRY: (he rolls onto his stomach, stares at LOUIS' lips, licking his own) ”Who
said?"
 
 [Maybe it's the night, or the fact that he's high on cigarettes and drunk on
the whisky Louis hid in his blazer, but Harry has the courage to lean into
Louis and brush his lips against his.]
 
LOUIS: (he laughs, grabs onto Harry's head, and speaks against HARRY’s lips)
”What are you doing?"
 
 [Louis pushes Harry back on the floor next to him.]
 
HARRY: “Sorry. Haven’t gotten much action either."
 
LOUIS:  "You need to go up to Pierson already and just say, 'hey pal, are we
gonna fuck or what?’ "(puts a cigarette to his mouth, inhaling long) "It'll
work, trust me."
 
HARRY: “Hey...pal?"
 
LOUIS: "I don't know much about gay men, but I know about men in general. They
just want to fuck, and if Pierson hasn't fucked you yet it’s because he wants
to be some kind of gentleman." (he rolls on his side, digs the cigarette into
the soil, it burns out.) "But believe me, he's wanking under the cover while
his roommate sleeps, thinking about your toned calves."
 
HARRY: (chuckles) “Huh. Never thought that way."
 
LOUIS: "Men only want to fuck."
 
HARRY: "That's not true."
 
LOUIS: "T' is."
 
HARRY: "Nu-uh"
 
LOUIS: "Yuh-huh."
 
HARRY: "It's not…at least not for me." (short pause) "I want someone, not just
to fuck or…even kiss. I want someone…I can go home to. Someone that's
supportive…and makes me laugh. I want every moment to be some kind of…extreme
emotion, whether it would be positive or not. Whatever emotion, if it's
insanely…overpowering, so much you don't think your body…can hold it, is
just….amazing. I'd like someone who has a nice smile, who is easy to talk to,
and maybe...I don't know... actually listens to me. I talk a lot...and it takes
time for me to...uh." (he chuckles) "Word things, and someone who's just
patient enough to wait for me to finish." (pausing to swallow, hard) "There is
very few people like that. Most people just hear the very few sentences and get
so frustrated with me and…interrupt. I wouldn't want someone who interrupts...I
absolutely hate it."
 
 [Louis nods and Harry stares at him, making sure he's listening, he is,
attentively.]
 
HARRY: "I'd love to be jealous and for him to get jealous of me, I've always
loved possessiveness, um....not too much of it....though. I just want to be
taken. It's a lot that I want, I expect too much and am never…satisfied.”
 
LOUIS: "You don't expect too much. Prince Charming's out there. You deserve to
be satisfied." (he laughs and stares at HARRY) "You girl."
 
HARRY: “I don’t think Pierson is the guy for that.”
 
LOUIS: “No, definitely not. He’s a good guy though, right?”
 
HARRY: “Yeah…he is, but I think I might break off…whatever…” (looking at LOUIS’
lips, looking at LOUIS look at his lips too) “That is going on between us.”
 
LOUIS: “Why is that?”
 
HARRY: “I don’t think we’re good for each other.”
 
LOUIS: “You don’t need to be good for each other…this isn’t a relationship, nor
will it turn into one. Right?”
 
HARRY: “…No.”
 
LOUIS: “Okay, so the only thing that matters is if the sex is good.”
 
HARRY: “Yeah, but I don’t think I’m going to have sex with him either.”
 
LOUIS: (smirking while he jokes) “Why? You’ve had sex with everyone else.”
(serious this time) “You’re gonna cut him out completely?”
 
HARRY: “Well, not completely.”
 
LOUIS: “Just keep him in the friend-zone?”
 
HARRY: “Yeah…I guess.”
 
LOUIS: “Why are you breaking this off, so suddenly? You were fond of him
yesterday, when I caught you with your hand down his pants in our dorm.”
 
HARRY: “Yeah…but what happened tonight.”
 
LOUIS: “Ah.”
 
HARRY: “You don’t suppose I should forgive him right away?”
 
LOUIS: “No, but I was part of the problem. You forgave me.”
 
HARRY: “There was nothing to forgive, you did nothing wrong. You just…were
defending yourself.”
 
LOUIS: “He was too, he was jealous that you and I are so close.”
 
HARRY: “He shouldn’t have acted the way he did, I mean we aren’t in a
relationship.”
 
LOUIS: “He seems to think that you are.”
 
HARRY: “Why are you defending him, all of a sudden?”
 
LOUIS: “I’m not. I’m just telling you as it is.”
 
 
 
 SECENE 32
 
 INT. - PIERSON’S DORM - DAY
 
 [Harry knocks on Pierson’s door after debating if he should for 30 seconds. A
shirtless Pierson opens the door with a smile.]
 
PIERSON: (surprised) “Harry, hey. Didn’t expect you to come by.”
 
HARRY: “Why? Because you were such a dick last night?”
 
PIERSON: “What?”
 
HARRY: “You heard me.’
 
 [Pierson stares at Harry still confused.]
 
HARRY: “Don’t you remember? When you insinuated my best friend was gay, and
tried to fight him?”
 
PIERSON: (realizing, bitter) “Oh…that.”
 
HARRY:(heated)“Yeah…that.”
 
PIERSON: “I don’t understand why you’re angry about that. It was between me and
him.”
 
HARRY: “You know it wasn’t just about him.”
 
PIERSON: “All right…so maybe I was a little jealous, but you have to
understand…you would be too…if the guy you liked, had…someone else.”
HARRY: “How many times do I have to tell you that there’s nothing going on
between me and Louis?”
 
PIERSON: “Until it becomes true!”
 
HARRY: “Well it doesn’t matter now, does it.”
 
PIERSON: (murmured, worried) “What does that mean?”
 
HARRY: “I mean that, whatever we had is over.”
 
PIERSON: (scrunching his nose)“You don’t mean that.”
 
HARRY: “Who are you to tell me what I do or don’t mean?”
 
 [Harry is on his way out, not caring that Pierson still wants to speak to
him.]
 
PIERSON: “All of this, for what, Louis?” (chuckles) “Just confirms that you’re
in love with him.”
 
 [Harry turns, infuriated.]
 
HARRY:(raised his voice, hands in the air)“And you’re in love with Finch, but I
never confronted you about it.”
 
 [Pierson stands there speechless, stunned. Harry laughs and turns to go back
to leaving, when he bumps into someone.]
 
FINCH: (behind HARRY, carrying a heavy book) “Umm…Pierson, you left this in my
dorm last night.”
 
 [He exits.]
 
HARRY: “You’re not going to go after your boyfriend?”
 
 [Pushing past Harry exiting to follow Finch.]
 
PIERSON: “Finch!”
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 33
 
 EXT- FOOTBALL FIELD - DAY
 
 
FINCH: (from across the field) ”Harry!” (patting his chest) “Here.”
 
 [Harry kicks the ball with the inside of his right foot, he means for it to
land somewhere near Finch, it doesn't. Instead it's right at Louis' feet, he's
in the opposing team, the skins. Harry feels his whole body flush in
embarrassment, he looks at Finch who isn't bothered that Harry made a mistake,
and that makes him feel slightly better. Niall's on the side giving commands,
so is Bo, most of them are aimed at Harry. Like 'open up, close, cover him',
etc.]
 
LOUIS: “Thanks Haz.”
 
 [He’s chasing Louis, he's several feet away from him, but Harry's long legs
approach him in no time. They're face to face, Louis' stopped, juggling the
ball between his feet. Harry understands that Louis is giving Harry the
opportunity to take the ball from him. Harry finds that the right time is the
second that it bounces between Louis' feet. He kicks aimlessly, but to his and
everyone else's surprise, he's taken the ball away from him, Dylan, who's
behind Louis, catches the ball. Everyone on Louis' team sighs and calls Louis
out.]
 
LOUIS: (patting HARRY on the back) ”Good job, Styles."
 
 [Dylan rushes to the opposing team’s goal, but someone from the other team
steals the ball from him and scores the winning goal, then he game is over.
Louis’ team wins by many points ahead of Harry's team. This might be because
Harry would usually fuck up or trip on the wet grass. All of them gathered
around Louis and Niall. Louis reminds then when their next practice will be and
then dismisses them to the showers. Harry's about to join them, but Louis grabs
his elbow and pulls him back.]
 
LOUIS: ”Good job today, Haz. You're getting better."
 
 [Harry chuckles, wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his
shirt. He reveals his toned damp stomach that Louis stares at. Harry doesn't
realize Louis' eyes on him, so when Harry pulls his shirt back down to stare at
Louis, he turns his head to the floor, licking and sucking his lips.]
 
HARRY: ”Thanks Louis, but I still suck."
 
LOUIS: ”You sucked less, then."
 
 [They smile at each other, no one else on the field, but in the locker room.]
 
HARRY: (props a hand on his hip, elbow sticking out.) ”Join me in the showers."
 
LOUIS: ”Yep."
 
 [Louis loops an arm around Harry's elbow and makes his way with Harry to the
locker room.]
 
 
 SCENE 34
 
 INT. - LOCKEROOM SHOWERS - DAY
 
 [Everyone’s in the showers, naked, soaping their toned bodies. Harry gulps,
suddenly uncomfortable. Everyone's eyes are on Harry as he detaches himself
from Louis and takes his clothes off, dropping them on a pile at his feet. He
steps into one of the empty showers on the corner, water was running before he
got there, someone must have left it open. His front faces the wall, sight
diverted from the naked bodies. He feels Louis turn the shower knob, and hears
the different noise the water makes when his body steps in. At the same time,
all the other showers have turned off, and the only ones left are his and
Louis'. He turns his head around, and everyone else has gone behind the lockers
to change. Except for Niall, Finch, Park and Bo. Troye is drying himself with a
towel next to the others. He's silent, diverting his skinny body from the
others.]
 
LOUIS: ”Where the hell did everyone go?"
 
 [It’s only been a few minutes since the rest of the team entered the showers,
and though some might be fast at cleaning themselves, no one can be that quick
into washing out the sweat.]
 
HARRY: (pretending to look around at the emptiness of the lockeroom) ”Guess we
came in late?"
 
 [Harry shampoos his hair, pulling at his locks. His curls have dropped, and
his hair almost reaches his shoulders as it straightens in the water.]
 
LOUIS: ”No” (lip twitching like he's tasted something sour) ”We came in barely
a minute after them."
 
HARRY: (shrugs)“It doesn't matter."
 
LOUIS: (realizing) ”It does to me." (beat) “I’ll speak to them next time."
 
HARRY: ”No, Louis." (whole body turning to Louis, shampoo drips from his head
and onto his wet chest) ”Please, it's not a big deal."
 
LOUIS: ”Harry-"
 
HARRY: ”Louis, I-I'm used to it, really. I don't care."
 
LOUIS: (shaking his head) "You shouldn't be used to it Harry. This isn't
something you should ignore." 
 
 [They speaking quietly, though it echoes around them. Harry looks at the guys,
they could care less.]
 
HARRY: (water falling onto his face, hiding the fact that his eyes are glossy)
”But I do, I ignore it and move on.”
 
LOUIS: ”I won’t." (beat) “I won't ignore it, Harry." (he sighs, licks his lips
wet with drain water) "I will talk to them about it, next time, before
practice. I won't do it if you ask me not to, though."
 
HARRY: ”Okay.” (little beat) "It's fine, do it."
 
LOUIS: (nodding) "Alright."
 
 [Harry rinsed the shampoo from his hair and has turned off the shower, the
shower head still dripping. Everyone has already left, they're the only ones in
the locker room. He wraps one of the towels around his head, drying his long
locks with friction.]
 
HARRY: (he hears Louis’ shower turn off, and wet feet splashing) ”Thank you."
 
LOUIS: "What are best friends for?"
 
 
 
 SCENE 35
 
 INT - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
 
 [The scene is set: Harry and Louis laying on the ground, limbs tangled around
each others they pass around a bag of chips. They took their roommates
comforter and placed it on the floor. It's comfortable, and it gives them more
space to be wrapped around one another.]
 
LOUIS: (mouthful of chips) ”I’m glad our roommate never showed up.”
 
HARRY: ”Me too.” (wrapping his arms around LOUIS, holding him tight) “I get to
have you all to myself. Also, they wouldn't steal my yogurt."
 
 [Louis kept his promise of letting Harry take up the second rung of his mini
fridge. He only stored greek yogurt in there.]
 
LOUIS: "I don't think he would steal it even if he was to stay. That shit's
disgusting."
 
 [They both laugh. Harry chuckles, smacking Louis on the head.]
 
LOUIS: “Ow”
 
 [Harry massages the spot where he hit him, for Louis.]
 
HARRY: ”Shut up."
 
 [Louis stands up, plugs his phone to the record player. He plays punk rock,
barely audible, but made a pleasant white noise. Louis sits back down placing
his head on Harry’s stomach. Louis’ head is heavy on Harry's stomach, and it's
hard to breath, (maybe because Louis' caresses his shoulder). Harry doesn't
mind the weight, he runs his hands along Louis' hair. He combs the soft and
slightly damp locks with his fingers. He comes across knots that he softly
pulls on, no matter how carefully he tried to comb the knot Louis would
complain with over exaggerated groans of pain.]
 
LOUIS: (barely a peep) “I spoke to Troye.”
 
HARRY: (he hums eyes closed, chest vibrating) ”What did you say?"
 
LOUIS: "I asked if it happened to him. He said he didn't mind, he was used to
it. Just like you told me. I asked him about his experience here as an openly
gay guy. He doesn't have many friends, the poor guy. It's such a shame because
he's a great person. He was almost crying when he told me. He gets pushed
around, gets called a fag and queer."
 
 [Harry flinches under Louis. Louis opens his eyes, snuggles his head closer to
Harry, and holds his wrist, drawing figures on it with the tip of his finger.]
 
LOUIS: ”He's so scared to tell the principal, scared that it might make it
worse, might make their punches and shoves just a little harder and angrier. It
took me minutes of convincing him to tell me who those people were, it's this
group of asshole juniors in his class. Then I asked him why he was hiding
himself in the locker room, he didn't speak a word. When I asked again he said
it was because he felt awkward being the skinniest one on the team, I knew it
wasn't a real answer, but I let it. I'm going to stop this. I promised him that
I would. He didn't want me to go to the headmaster and I had no plans on that.
No one should be treated that way, ever, especially not for being who they are
and being proud about it."
 
HARRY: (he gulps, throat tight and choking)”Wh-What are you going to do?"
 
LOUIS: "Confront the little bastards. Threaten to beat them up if I have to. I
want to scare the living hell out of them, want them to have just a glimpse of
the horror Troye's put up with."
 
 [His words are so violent, but it sounds... right.]
 
HARRY: “Why would you stoop to their level?” (he sighs) ”You’re a good person,
Louis. Don’t be like them.”
 
LOUIS: "I'm not a good person, Harry. You don’t know the shit I’ve done. I
stand up for what I believe in, it doesn't make me a good person or a bad one,
anyone can do that."
 
HARRY: ”You are a good person to me."
 
LOUIS: "There's no such thing as a good person or a bad one. There's right and
wrong choices, different in everyone's eyes." (chuckling lightly, almost
ironically) ”See, there's not even a specific right and wrong. There's cruel
and there's kind, I give you that, but anyone has the ability to be cruel and
kind sometimes. I choose to be cruel to some people and save my kindness for
others." (he doesn’t breath between words, he speaks with pace and clarity and
saves his breath for last) "Does that make me mediocre?"
 
HARRY: ”You could never be mediocre, Louis. You're far from average and you
should know that."
 
 [There is a few minutes of silence. Harry and Louis breath, both heavily,
Harry’s heart pounding almost audible as it beats hard against his chest.]
 
LOUIS: "Have you ever been called a…?”
 
HARRY:(little beat)”Oh…Yeah. At my old school, mostly by straight guys. The
girls were kind, but I sometimes felt used when it came to being friends with
them. They would stand up for me, at the least. When they weren't around
though, I just let it happen." (grinning, falsely)”If I would kiss my
boyfriend-at-the-time in public, we'd sometimes be called that. I ignored them,
I haven't gotten used to it, though."
 
LOUIS: "And you shouldn’t."
 
HARRY: (a quake) ”I know.”
 
LOUIS: "You shouldn't ignore it either. You could stand up for yourself, you
know."
 
 [Harry throws Louis' head off him and sits up. Louis scratches his head,
confused, sitting up and staring at Harry who clutches his knees, his back
pressed against his bed.]
 
HARRY: (he snaps) “You don't understand, Louis!”
 
LOUIS: "I think-"
 
HARRY: "No, you don't. You don't understand. You won't ever really understand
because you're straight."
 
 [Louis is frozen on his seat, his eyes are soft and his hand twitches. He
wants to hold Harry, particularly now that Harry's vulnerable.]
 
HARRY: "You don't think I wanted to scream my head off at the people who would
call me disgusting and tell me that me and my boyfriend would burn in hell for
showing our affection? You don't think I wanted to punch every person who
called my love a sin?” (beat) “Well I wanted to, so...so bad. But you're
straight and don't have to deal with this bullshit. Pierson and Troye and I,
we're different, though we shouldn't be treated like we are. We fear those
people, we shouldn't, but we do. Cause we know” (voice cracking) "We know, that
it's better to ignore the words thrown at us and go home to cry ourselves to
sleep, than to never come home at all. We fear that if we stand up, finally say
stop, I've had enough, that they'd fight back, that they have no care for our
lives and could take us out without a word."
 
 [Harry’s shaking, dropping his head to his knees, coddling himself into a ball
as he cries onto his jeans. Then Louis joins him, his back pressed to the side
of Harry's bed and holds him. He lets Harry fall onto him, dissemble himself in
Louis' arms. Harry sobs, tears staining Louis' shirt.]
 
LOUIS: "I'm sorry." (rubbing the small of HARRY’s back) ”I'm sorry I don't
understand." (beat) ”I’m sorry that this has to happen to you."
 
HARRY: “When I came out at my school no one would really bullied me in public.
Locker rooms became a personal fear of mine. I’ve been beaten up, called names
I don't dare repeat, and avoided during those times.” (sniffle) “After a while
I would wait for everyone to leave the locker room so I could shower. Then some
of the guys caught on when they saw that I waited, each time after class right
outside the locker rooms, and they purposefully took longer.” (beat) I'd be
late to my classes, and I'd always get detention after school because of it. I
would’ve rather spent my afternoons quiet in the principal's office, doing
nothing, but put my head to the desk until it was time to go, than share a
locker room with those people.” (beat) “Before being admitted, the headmaster
told me this place was supportive of the LGBT+ community,” (chuckles) “My mum
made sure of it before she would allow me to come here. No one has called me
names or pushed me into a locker, but I still don't feel accepted, at least not
by people outside our group.”
 
 [Harry clutches Louis' bicep tightly, enough to leave a bruise, but all the
sobbing and the tears aren't enough. He screams unto Louis' chest, but he's
still not empty. He still feels full of past sorrow and pain.]
 
HARRY: ”I'm sorry" (wiping under his nose with the back of his hand) "I'm such
a loser."
 
LOUIS: "You're not."
 
 [Louis assures and rubs the back of Harry's head.]
 
HARRY: ”It's just-"
 
LOUIS: (interrupting) "I know.” (long beat) “Is that why you came here, because
you were bullied at your old school?”
 
HARRY: “No” (weak, hiding something) “That’s another story.”
 
LOUIS: “What…What did happen?”
 
HARRY: (weaker) “I’m not ready for…that yet.”
 
LOUIS: “Yeah…of course.”
 
 [Harry resumes his fetal position on Louis, crying unto him. Louis massages
his head, it's comforting and soothing, and that's always how Louis' soft touch
feels like. His heart doesn't pound like it usually does when Louis touches
him, in fact if his heart beat were any lower he'd be dead. The tears have
dried on the corners of his eyes and his nose has stopped running. Harry dries
the last few tears with Louis' wrinkled shirt and sits upright. Louis is
staring, eyes glossed and bulging. He runs a hand through Harry's curls, and
fingers trace a line down the side of Harry's face down his neck to his collar
bone. It sends shivers up Harry's spine, uncontrollable shivers that Harry gets
when he touches him like this.They're centimeters apart foreheads almost
touching, and Harry hadn't realized he was leaning, nor had Louis. It feels as
if they're about to kiss, because Louis' stares at Harry's lips, biting his
own. Harry's wanted to kiss him for so long. He wants to know what he tastes
like, cigarettes, mints, and cherry cola probably. Louis' always traveling with
mint gum or tic-tacs, he has this obsession with always having minty breath. He
probably takes at least half a packet each day. And he smokes a packet of
cigarettes each day. Louis' hands are back on Harry's cheek, rubbing the skin
with his thumb. Harry doesn't ever get to taste him, because someone has
slammed the door open, making both of them jump, startled. Harry turns, so far
from Louis now, his heart so quick and violent, it's Pierson. This is probably
not the best place to find the guy you’re kinda seeing. Especially not almost
kissing the guy who's supposed to be straight, who Harry insisted didn't like
him that way. Who Harry lied to and said that he had no romantic feelings
towards.]
 
PIERSON: ”Am I interrupting?"
 
LOUIS: (stepping away from HARRY) ”No!” (blurted)”No. Not at all." (standing,
hands in his pockets) ”I’m…um…going to go.”
 
PIERSON: ”No, stay here.” (to HARRY)“Harry? Can we talk?”
 
HARRY: (shy)“Um…” (staring at LOUIS, nervous) “Yeah…okay.”
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 36
 
 EXT. - AMPHITHEATER IN FRONT OF E AND F BUILDING - NIGHT
 
HARRY: “Pierson, why did you bring me here?”
 
PIERSON: “I just wanted to apologize for being such a dick…these past few
days.”
 
HARRY: “Okay…”
 
PIERSON: “I was jealous and confused. I couldn’t comprehend, how much I
actually like you. I’m not a very sentimental person and it’s hard for me to
open up like this, but I’m going to do it anyways. The reason why I was so
jealous about Louis is because, the last relationship I had, last year, I fell
in love with this guy. It was the first time I fell in love, and I fell hard.
He was older, way older, like 23, and he was always out hanging out with
friends or clubbing. He used to say that he loved me, and I used to believe
him. I became friends with some of his friends. One night, after we had been
dating for 9 months, his friend calls me up, drunk, and starts telling me about
all the guys he fucked during the nine months that we dated. I confronted him
about it, and he didn’t even deny it, he was a dick about it too. The next week
I saw that he started dating one of his best friends, who was one of the guys
he was cheating on me with.” (beat) “That’s…it. That’s the story.”
 
HARRY: “Am I supposed to take you back after this?”
 
PIERSON: “No. I’m not asking you that. I just…I don't know…kind of wanted to
explain myself.”
 
HARRY: “Okay.” (beat) “I’ve forgiven you Pierson. We’re alright.”
 
PIERSON: “Have you ever been cheated on?”
 
HARRY: “Yeah.” (beat) “My first boyfriend.”
 
PIERSON: “First love.”
 
HARRY: “Only love.” (long beat, the tension between them should be felt)
“So…you and Finch.”
 
PIERSON: “Oh that.” (beat)“He told me that he felt something for me, but he
wasn’t sure about it. I don’t know, that’s all he said, I don’t want to talk to
him about it, because he seemed upset and embarrassed, and I want to make sure
he’s ready. I understand, I’ve been confused about feelings before.”
 
HARRY: “Do you feel anything for him, though?”
 
PIERSON: “I don’t know.” (beat)“So…you and Louis?”
 
HARRY: “I don’t know…he’s…confusing. He gives me these looks and touches, but
then I remember that he’s straight.”
 
PIERSON: ”Straight?! You call that straight? That boy has got the hots for
you."
 
HARRY: ”Shut up.” (blushing) “He doesn't."
 
PIERSON: "I don't think you were in the same place I was. He was literally
about to kiss you, earlier. Even someone as delusional as you has to know that
Louis likes you a little bit more than he lets on."
 
HARRY: ”Why me?" (coughing) “He has other friends," (corrects)”Attractive
friends. If he weren't straight he'd go for them."
 
PIERSON: "I don't know. There's the fact that you two are roommates and...best
friends.” (stammering) "Sometimes people need some emotional connection before
they're attracted to someone."
 
HARRY: "But all his life he's liked girls, and now he thinks 'oh this boy is
fit, I want to kiss him'." (sighing, rubbing his nose as if it itches) “It
doesn't make sense to me."
 
PIERSON: "Maybe you're the first boy he's ever felt emotional attraction
towards. It's possible. Don't try to understand Harry, just believe me when I
tell you that he likes you slightly more than you think." (beat) "It's early,
you met a few days ago, but some people just click.”(longer beat) “Did you feel
it?"
 
HARRY: "What?"
 
PIERSON: (repeats) “The click." (emphasizing) “With… him.” (beat) “Did you feel
it?"
 
HARRY:(unsure, not of his feelings, but if he should share this with PIERSON)
"I guess."
 
PIERSON: "Then, he must've felt it too."
 
HARRY: (admitting) “I like him." (beat) “More than friends... I
guess…romantically. Should I tell him that?"
 
PIERSON: "No, don’t. He's probably going through stuff in his mind, he's
suddenly finding you attractive, a boy. Don't say or do anything, let him be
the first to."
 
HARRY: "I like you...too." (sad beat) “And I get to have you. I don't want us
to stop, just because of the stuff between Louis and I."
 
PIERSON: "I want to keep seeing you.”
 
HARRY: (relieved) "Me too."
 
PIERSON: "Then lets."
 
HARRY: "Lets." (grins, a quick peck to PIERSON’s lips) "I don't think he
likes...me...not in that way." (knowing PIERSON would interrupt and what he’d
say) "I know, I know. But you have to understand that Louis' this way."(lets
out a skimpy breath, uncertain if he should say what he’s about to say) "I
tried to kiss him that other day." (pauses, waiting for PIERSON’s reaction)
“Turned me down. We were tipsy or drunk, I don't know. If he wouldn't kiss me
then, what makes you sure he'd kiss me now."
 
PIERSON: "You're right. He probably doesn't like you that way."
 
HARRY: (should sting to hear) "Yeah, he doesn’t."
 
PIERSON: “I want to ask you something, I was going to ask you earlier, but you
were mad at me.”
 
HARRY: "What was that?"
 
PIERSON: "I...uh." (scratches the back of his neck, nervous) "I wanted you to
go out with me. It's nowhere special. Just a club.” (rambling) “Actually, it's
a gay club, downtown. I thought maybe we could take it slow, as friends first,
and we’ll see where it takes us. It’s okay if you don’t want to I under-”
 
HARRY: (interrupts) “Pier..I’d love to go. When?"
 
PIERSON: (smiles, blushing)"This Friday, I don't have a car, so maybe we could
take the train?"
 
HARRY: "I could ask Louis to come with us. He's got a car."
 
PIERSON: "I wouldn't want to bother him.”
 
HARRY: "You wouldn't be, we didn't have any plans, just the usual bar. I think
he'd actually love to go. He probably wants to know where us ‘homosexuals’.”
(using air quotations as he says this)“Go to drink."
 
PIERSON: "You sure?"
 
HARRY: "Yes."
 
PIERSON: "If he doesn't want to, convince him with you're charming ways."
 
HARRY: "Will do. Or you know...I could tell him that in exchange I'd suck his
dick." (noticing the look of horror in PIERSON’s face)“That was a joke. I-I was
joking Pierson."
 
PIERSON: "Yeah, yeah. Of course."
 
 
 
CHAPTER: Wednesday, THE DATE
 
 SCENE 37
 
 EXT. - SOCCER FIELD- NIGHT
 
 [Louis’ scheduled a one-on-one practice between Harry and him. It's been going
on for almost an hour and Harry's drenched in sweat and heaving loudly, heart
at his throat. If Louis was harsh yesterday, it's no comparison to him today.
He has a routine called 'No Mercy', fuck did that apply. Harry can't even begin
to comprehend how small, tiny, Louis stands upright, barely sweating, skin
glistening. He seems likes he'd just finished having sex rather than a mile.]
 
LOUIS: ”Come on Haz." (shouting from inside the goal) "You can do it."
 
HARRY: (ball balanced between his heel and the wet grass) "I don't think I
can."
 
LOUIS: ”Yeah you can. Just chant these words.” (clears his throat) “I think I
can, I think I can, I think I can."
 
 [Louis lets out a loud cackle, clenching his stomach with his arm.]
 
HARRY:"Douche,"
 
 [HARRY takes advantage that LOUIS isn't paying attention, and kicks the ball,
hard with the inside of his foot. It hits the goal's top pole, right above
LOUIS' head. It bounces back a few feet in front of LOUIS. He didn't score a
goal, but he's spooked LOUIS.]
 
LOUIS: "That wasn't fair!"
 
HARRY: "I didn't even score a goal."
 
LOUIS: (belts, dramatically)“I wasn't ready. You could've killed me!"
 
HARRY: "Oh please, it barely grazed you. You're like four feet."
 
LOUIS: (gasps, hurt)"I'm 5'9."
 
HARRY: (rolls his eyes, disbelieving) ”Stop being so over dramatic."
 
LOUIS: "I'm a drama geek, that's what I do!"
 
HARRY: “Lets just take a break."
 
LOUIS: (scoffs, approaching HARRY, on his way he picks up the football and
places the muddy ball under his pit)”Yeah, before I kill you."
 
HARRY: (mumbles, mostly to himself) "Talk about tiny, yet feisty."
 
LOUIS: "Oh, so you wanna fight, Styles."
 
 [Harry turns and sees as Louis drops the ball on the ground and raises his
tiny fists over his face. He bounces from side to side, punching the air in
front of Harry.]
 
HARRY: (puts his hands over his face, protecting himself LOUIS) "I don't."
 
LOUIS: "Too late!"
 
 [And it is in fact, too late, because Louis tackles him to the ground. They
fall with a loud thud and Harry huffs out, forced.]
 
HARRY: "Tiny but mighty?"
 
LOUIS: "Ahh!"
 
 [Then he starts throwing soft yet sinful punches at Harry's chest. Harry only
laughs, belting out gorgeous open mouthed howls. He throws his head back,
giving the sounds ease.]
 
LOUIS: ”Stop laughing."
 
 [He punches Harry once on his shoulder blade, hard.]
 
HARRY: "Ow!"
 
LOUIS: "You going to call me tiny again?"
 
 [Louis threatens a fist clenched beside his face ready to be aimed at Harry.]
 
HARRY: “Well, not to your face, now."
 
 [Louis lowers his fist, joining his other hand laying on Harry's hard abdomen.
His bum had relaxed on Harry's crotch. Harry can really tell how beautiful
Louis is. His skin is highlighted by the sun, especially his surprisingly high
cheekbones, and his eyes turn a lighter blue. There's sweat dribbling from the
tip of his nose unto his lips as he licks them, Harry can almost taste the
saltiness. Sweat drops from Louis' glistening forehead and unto Harry's upper
lip. He licks his chapped lips, the combination of his and Louis' sweat salty.
Then he feels the ungovernable warmth where it's least needed at a time like
this. He wonders if Louis can feel it. It’s not his fault, he's a pubescent boy
who hasn't found the right time to wank ever since he arrived making him the
weak uncontrollable freshman that got boners in class, and there's a fit boy,
that Harry likes, sitting on his crotch with a sickening smile]
 
HARRY: “Lou."
 
LOUIS: (seems unaware of the forming bulge under him) ”Hm?"
 
HARRY: "You're doing it again."
 
LOUIS: (oblivious) "Doing what?”
 
HARRY: "Doing the thing that makes bad things happen."
 
LOUIS: (raises an eyebrow, eyes cunning) "What bad things?"
 
HARRY:(groans) "You know.”
 
 [Louis runs a finger further down, and in between his own legs. Harry jolts
when that finger rubs his crotch.]
 
LOUIS: "These types of bad things?"
 
 [Louis wraps that same hand over Harry's hard clothed dick.]
 
HARRY: (whimpers loudly, inattentive)“Lou." (he hums, his lips sucked between
his teeth) “What..." (beat) "What are you doing?"
 
 [Louis bucks his hips foreword unto Harry's cock. His eyes are tightly
compressed, holding back a booming moan, that is revealed either way.]
 
LOUIS: "Teasing you."
 
 [He rubs his bum several times, hard on Harry's hard-on. Then he stands up,
leaving a gasping and a disgruntled Harry on the ground.]
 
HARRY: "Fuck," (laughing) “Jesus, Tomlinson."
 
 [ Harry bounces up, and darts towards Louis. Louis is on his way to the locker
room, leaping happily towards the showers. Harry slams him against the wall,
Louis is panicking underneath his hold. He has one hand holding Louis' wrists
over his head. Louis' breathing is hard and quick, Harry can feel it against
his neck.]
 
HARRY:  "I don't really enjoy your teasing, Tommo."
 
LOUIS: (smiling) “You seemed to have been enjoying it when you were whining my
name under me."
 
 [If Louis is somehow bewildered, it doesn't show. Harry tests him, see if he
could ever make Louis snap.]
 
HARRY: "I don't enjoy it when you don't finish what you started."
 
 [Harry presses his erection against Louis' crotch, so he can get a feel of
just how hard Harry is for him. Louis frees a pant, lips pressed together so
tightly they turn white. Then Harry feels it. He feels it against his thigh.
Louis' hard too. Harry wants to kiss him, wants to kiss him hard and quick, but
instead he loosens his grip on Louis and abstracts himself from Louis
altogether.]
 
HARRY: “Um." (scratching the back of his head) "I'm going to shower in our
dorm, meet you there?"
 
 [He doesn't wait for Louis answer. Alternately, he tucks himself in his pants,
fills his sweatshirt pockets with his hands, and runs to the F building.]
 
 
 
 SCENE 38
 
 INT. - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
 
 [Louis enters their dorm, the door open. He catches Harry on his bed, hair
soaking wet onto his shoulders and watching some show on Netflix. He unplugs
his earphones when Louis lays down next to him. His head lays under the
pillow.]
 
LOUIS: “Harry? I'm so fucking tired.” (voice muffled) “Do we need...to...talk?"
 
HARRY: "Nah. You were just teasing, it's not like you're in love with me or
anything."
 
 [Louis throws the pillow to his side, revealing his pink tinted cheeks. He
wasn't blushing of embarrassment, more like he was doing something active
earlier, (perhaps in the shower?).]
 
LOUIS: "Yeah, right."
 
HARRY: “Oh. Me and Pierson are going out this Friday."
 
LOUIS: "Like on a date?"
 
HARRY: "Not really. We're going to this gay club downtown."
 
LOUIS: "That's cool. So you're not going to Ivory's on Friday."
 
HARRY: “No."(pauses)“ Neither are you."
 
LOUIS: "Hm?"
 
 [Louis shoots up from the pillow he had hid himself in again.]
 
HARRY: "I told him you would come with us."
 
LOUIS: "Why would you tell him that?!"
 
HARRY: "We needed someone to drive us and I didn't want him to worry."
 
LOUIS: "Well, I'm not going."
 
HARRY: "Yes you are!"
 
LOUIS: "I don't like that guy."
 
HARRY: "You told me to fuck him!"
 
LOUIS: “Fuck." (beat) ”Not date."
 
HARRY: (beat) “Please, I need you there. I like Pierson, a lot, and maybe with
you there to guide me through, I won't be so awkward and fuck it up."
 
LOUIS: "Okay, I'll go. I've always wanted to visit the gay nightlife."
 
HARRY: "If you ever want to know about the gay nightlife I'll be glad to
demonstrate."
 
 [He leans into Louis, noses brushing against each other and eyes on the verge
of shuttering.]
 
LOUIS: "No, no, no."(pushes HARRY back to his original spot on the bed)"We've
reached our limit of flirtation for today."
 
HARRY: "Damnit." (snapping his fingers in exaggerated disappointment)”You know
what? I'll save my flirting for Friday.”
 
LOUIS: "You should. Pierson would appreciate that."
 
HARRY: (wiggles his brows comically)"Who said it was for Pierson?"
 
LOUIS: (earns him a slap to the shoulder from LOUIS) "I said enough! Boy, keep
it in your goddamn pants."
 
 
 
 SCENE 39
 
 INT. - IVORY’S BAR - NIGHT
 
 
LOUIS: "Guess who's going on a date tomorrow night?"
 
BO: ”Who?"
 
LOUIS: "Harry and Pierson.” (pauses) ”…and me."
 
NIALL: ”What? You two are having a threesome without me?!" (spitting beer
residue unto LOUIS' face) "Louis, I told you!"
 
LOUIS: "What the fuck Niall?"
 
 [Everyone in the table seems to be thinking the same as Louis. Niall just
shrugs and continues chugging his drink.]
 
LOUIS: (clears up for the rest of the group, who stare at Louis,
disbelieving.)”No.” (pause) “I’m chaperoning." (wraps an arm around HARRY, the
other around PIERSON, and nudges them closer to his face)”Can't have these
crazy kids out there with no one to tell them how to put on a condom."
 
HARRY: "I know how to put on a condom.”
 
LOUIS: (giggling) “Course you do, you slut."
 
HARRY: "If anyone's a slut it's you!”
 
LOUIS: "Oh, are we going to play, who's the sluttiest game?" (HARRY nods)
"Alright. I've had sex with eight girls."
 
 [Everyone else in the table is shocked. Certainly, Louis’ would’ve slept with
more people. Louis' called the school slut and the one with all the 'game'.
He's always flirting with every remotely attractive female he lays his eyes
on.]
 
HARRY: "Eight?"
 
LIAM: ”Well, he's received blowjobs from half the female population of
Bristol."
 
LOUIS: "How about you, Styles? How many guys have you fucked?"
 
HARRY: (long beat) "Twelve."
 
LOUIS: "Ha! You're the slut!"(jumps from his seat and starts chanting)”Harry's
a slut! Harry's a slut! Harry's a slut!"
 
HARRY:(pulling LOUIS down by his shirt)"Stop it child. Or I'll have to spank
you."
 
LOUIS: (cocking an eyebrow, grins, deviously)"Will you?" (leans into HARRY’s
ear whispering) “Well, not in public, then."
 
 [He nibbles on Harry's ear, sending shivers and chills down his spine. Harry
moaned, softly or to himself, as his dick twitched in his pants.]
 
HARRY: “Now,” (regaining himself) ”Louis, you said there's been enough
flirtation for today."
 
LOUIS: (presses his wrist together, and whines at HARRY) ”I've been a naughty
boy, cuff me!"
 
HARRY: (laughs loud and genuine, revealing his molar teeth when he throws his
head back) ”Lou," (laughs, throwing his head back) "I can’t,” (chuckling
loudly)“Please stop."
 
LOUIS: "Hmm." (pretends to think, tapping a finger over his stubbly chin) "That
takes daddy kink off the table then."
 
HARRY: "I never said I didn't have a daddy kink." (beat) “Just said I don't
like being the daddy."
 
PIERSON:(interrupts, jaw clenched, jealousy in his tone and eyes) "I've fucked
twenty nine guys. Five have fucked me. That makes thirty four."
 
LOUIS: "Ding-ding-ding." (imitates the sound of boxing match bells) "We have a
winner.”(raising PIERSON’s arm)”Pierson is hereby named." (with a new accent,
that of a British monarch. He grabs his almost empty beer, shakes the remains
onto the table and with it's nozzle presses it against PIERSON’s left shoulder)
”Slut,” (taps Pierson's other shoulder)"Of Bristol."
 
 [The whole table booms in laughter, happiness surrounding Ivory's aura. Harry
is louder than everyone else. Whenever Louis says something, even remotely
funny-or in some cases not funny at all-he laughs ten times louder than anyone
else. It's like he claimed his territory more than anything, and it worked
better than peeing on Louis-though he's accidentally done that too, when they
met in the urinals after midnight that one time.]
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 40
 
 INT. - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
 
HARRY: “Lou."(staring at his body from their full length mirror) "What do you
think?"
 
 [Louis stares at Harry through the mirror, head to shiny boots. First comes
his wet spirally curls, then his single pearl necklace which hides underneath
his mesh sweater. He wears nothing under the sweater so there is a clear view
of his nipples and toned chest. Harry has on the same white jeans Pierson said
he liked the first time they kissed.]
 
LOUIS: (cheerful yet sarcastic) "Oh, Harry." (clasping his hands together)
“You’re glowing!”
 
HARRY: "Don't be an ass.”(pulls at the sleeves, the thin knit already stretched
over the tips of his fingers) "I want to look good for him."
 
LOUIS: "You look great Haz."
 
HARRY: (LOUIS is breathing unto his shoulder and sending shivers all over his
body. He flushes, looks at his golden boots, and smiles) "Alright. We should be
going by now."
 
LOUIS: "Yeah," (lifts his watch to his face) "He told us to meet him at my car
at around 12:00, right?"
 
HARRY: "Yeah," (wipes his sweaty hands on his tight jeans) ”What time is it?"
 
LOUIS: "It's uh.” (checks his watch again) "12:03. We should get going."
 
HARRY: "Uh-huh."
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 41
 
 INT. - LOUIS’ CAR - NIGHT
 
 [Louis has been driving, for over twenty minutes, almost in circles. Pierson
is in the back, GPS speaking through his phone. Harry sits shotgun, Pierson
didn't fight nor beg for the spot, because that place was reserved for him,
just like Park has a spot in the passenger seat of Niall's car. Impatient,
Louis taps three of his fingers on the red leather wheel, waiting for the light
to turn green.]
 
LOUIS:  Pierson, where is this place exactly?"
 
PIERSON:(reading from his phone)”Liberty Road."
 
HARRY: "You kidding?”
 
PIERSON: “Um…”(checking his phone again)"No."
 
HARRY: (excited) “This show I used to love as a kid was located in some place
called Liberty Avenue.”
 
LOUIS: "This is Liberty Road, Pierson."
 
PIERSON: “Oh."(jumps lightly, then his phone speaks in a monotone voice)"In a
quarter mile, turn left on 56th St."
 
LOUIS: "Liberty is a common name for a street Harry."
 
HARRY: “Fine.”(upset) “But still."
 
LOUIS: “P?" (looking across the street)“What’s the name of the club?"
 
PIERSON: "It's called Apollo."
 
 [In bright big blue lettering, 'Apollo'. Pierson's phone then recites,
'Destination is ahead’.]
 
PIERSON: ”It's one of the highest rated gay clubs in all of Bristol.”
 
LOUIS: (chuckles) “You read that in Yelp or something.”
 
PIERSON: (awkward)“Um…no.”
 
 [Hundreds and hundreds of young men are piled into one separate line that
never seems to move.]
 
HARRY: "I can tell."
 
PIERSON: "Oh, Harry. Don't worry." (breath against the back of HARRY’s ear) ”My
best friend's sugar daddy is the manager, so we can skip the line."
 
HARRY: "Okay."
 
LOUIS: "Get out, I'll park the car."
 
HARRY: (leans on the car, speaking to LOUIS through the open window)”Lou,
there's valet parking."
 
 [Harry points to the umbrella and the stand with a skinny white guy behind
it.]
 
LOUIS: (pouting and petting the dashboard) "I don't trust strangers with my
baby."
 
PIERSON: ”Louis, I swear your car is in good hands. They pay the guys way more
than they should for parking cars."
 
LOUIS: (sighs and turns off the ignition) "Fine."
 
 [He opens the car door stepping out of the gorgeous car with so much swagger.
The skinny guy motions for another skinny guy to come over and take Louis' car.
Then, the three of the men parade towards the entrance, ignoring the dirty
looks of the men freezing their asses at the back of the line. The bouncer
stares at Harry first, then at Pierson who's the first to approach him. ]
 
PIERSON: "Pierson Fode."
 
BOUNCER: (nods, points all the way down the list and finds his name, in a deep,
almost monstrous voice.)"Okay Pierson, you can go in."
 [They’re about to prance inside, when the meaty brown hand stops Louis from
going inside. Like there was a force between them, Harry immediately stops with
him, and moments later Pierson joins them.]
 
LOUIS: “Sorry." (in an odious voice) "What seems to be the problem?"
 
BOUNCER: ”No straight guys."
 
 [With his other brown meaty hand he points at the sign that, to their surprise
says 'No Heterosexuals’.]
 
LOUIS:(snickers) ”I'm not straight."
 
BOUNCER:(rolls his eyes) "Yeah, okay." (points behind him) "Back of the line
pussy licker."
 
LOUIS: "Oh, would a 'pussy licker' do this?"
 
 [When he's sure he's gotten attention of the ginormous bouncer he cups the
cheeks of the tall man next to him. He pulls him to his face and presses their
lips together. Immediately after he opens his mouth and runs a tongue along the
bottom of the boys' lip, the boy hums against Louis' mouth, loving how Louis'
tongue works. With a slight nibble at his bottom lip he let's the boy go,
Pierson.]
 
 {Then, it's too late and the kiss has already ended for Harry to process what
happened. Did Louis really just neck on with his date? Pierson is left
dumbfounded, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen. Harry wants to be
dumbfounded, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, and lips swollen, but Louis kissed
Pierson, not him. Louis wipes the corners of his lips smirking diabolically.
His wet lips say sex, but his eyes say fuck, and Harry can't decide which one
he wants on him, because they're just friends, and he's not into Harry, and
eyes are fine, but lips destroy.}
 
 The bouncer raises his brows and smiles on only one side of his face,
impressed. He allows them in through the tinted glass doors. They can hear the
thumping of the techno music from outside. Seconds later, they're inside,
techno music full on blast against the drums of their ears. The music is so
loud Harry can barely listen to his own thoughts, which really just is: what
the actual fuck just happened?
 
 {There’s this feeling at the pit of his stomach, it only takes him seconds to
figure it out: profound and genuine jealousy. It's mixed with anger, not
disappointment or sadness like usual. It's the kind of angry jealousy that
turns Harry red as imaginary fume comes out of his ears. Maybe, not that angry,
but angry enough to down three tequila shots and still feel the fuming red
inside him.}
 
 
 
 SCENE 42
 
 INT. - APOLLO CLUB - NIGHT
 
 [Maybe the other two boys thought the three shots were for the three of them,
not just Harry. That would explain why when Harry turns back to them, sucking a
lime between his teeth with three empty shot glasses behind him, the other two
look at him strange. Harry shrugs, and places the pruned lime inside one of the
empty shot glasses. There's a crowd at the bar, actually, there's a crowd
everywhere. This entire club breaths other people's warm breaths. Harry's
attractive, so maybe that's why he was privileged and he was served first by
the hunky, dark bartender. Louis is approached then, by an older guy, looks to
be in his late twenties. He's really attractive, reminds Harry of his TV idol,
Brian Kinney. The man is skinny yet fit, and is about the same height as Harry.
His eyes aren't as mesmerizing as Harry's, though, they're a dull brown, at
least that's what Harry's able to see in this lighting of only colorful lights
shooting every direction.]
 
PIERSON:(he speaks into HARRY’s hair) ”Only thirty seconds have passed and some
guy is already talking up Louis."
 
HARRY: "He's waisting his time." (gestures the bartender again, ready to order
some cocktail he saw in the menu)"Poor guy probably thinks Louis is some slutty
twink ready to go down on his knees with a drink."
 
 [When the bartender comes over Harry doesn't speak, he only points to the name
of the cocktail on the menu.]
 
 [He looks back to Louis. The older man is touching the small of Louis' back.
His pinky on Louis' bum. Louis' eyes are wide, but he laughs and keeps talking
to the man. He's probably trying to make a joke out of it, a story to tell
tomorrow dinner time at Ivory's, about how Harry dragged him to a gay bar and
some hot old guy tried to pick him up. Harry feels that same feeling at pit of
his stomach again, and this time it's stronger and overpowering.]
 
PIERSON: "I don't know, Louis doesn't seem to be minding much."
 
 [The man had ordered a drink for Louis, a frozen yellowish cocktail that Louis
downed in a matter of seconds. He scrunched his eyes adorably and shook his
head, brain freeze probably taking over.]
 
PIERSON: "He's a good kisser."
 
HARRY: "Hmm?"
 
PIERSON: “Louis,” (beat) “Great kisser."
 
HARRY: "I wouldn't know.”
 
 [Harry 'humphs' and sips his drink, that had just arrived, through two skinny,
black straws. Louis comes over, the man at his side, holding Louis by his tiny
waist. The man smiles a perfect ominous smile and extends a hand towards Harry.
He leans so they can hear better.]
 
MAN: "I'm Brent."
 
 [Harry holds the drink in his hand, between his fingers the black straws. He
ignores 'Brent's' gesture, that Pierson kindly takes.]
 
 [Louis stares at Harry, assuming something is wrong. Harry stares back, eyes
still glossy from the three previous shots.]
 
LOUIS: (mouths towards HARRY) "Something wrong?".
 
HARRY: (shakes his head and mouths, equally dramatic)”Nothing".
 
 {He meant to say "Later", but it didn't seem appropriate to tell you're best
friend you promised not to fall for, even if it was to be told later, that
you're jealous he kissed your date, not because of your date, but because he
kissed your date, and you only care about his lips, and also tell him that your
jealous that some guy's tried to pick him up, even though he's supposed to not
be into him and not do anything with him.}
 
PIERSON: "Shots?"
 
 [They order four times as much shots than there are people. It's Pierson's
fault because he wanted to try all the shots on the menu. He also came up with
the point that they don't have to pay for shit, because his best friend gave
them access to the manager's tab. So, Harry will down these, thirteen quid
each, shots with pride and grace. At even a ripe age of 29, to Harry's
amusement, Brent downs all four of his different color shots like it was
nothing. Harry's starting to feel the effects of his first tequila shots just
now with the new taste of vodka in his mouth. Brent and Louis leave to the
dance floor, Brent's hand on Louis' bum.]
 
HARRY: "I can't fucking believe him."
 
PIERSON: ”Huh?”
 
HARRY: "He just met this guy ten minutes ago, and he let's him literally grasp
his ass like that."(infuriated and hostile)"He's supposed to be straight for
fuck's sake!"
 
PIERSON: "He isn't your boyfriend. He isn’t your lover, you guys haven't even
kissed.” (beat) “Why do you care so much?"
 
HARRY: (scoffs, irritated) "I'm his best friend, I think I'm entitled."
 
PIERSON: "You're not. You can't tell him what to do."
 
HARRY: "I'm not-"
 
PIERSON: (interrupts) "He's having fun.”
 
 [Harry finds Louis in the crowd of sweaty dancing men. His arms are wailing in
the air and his hips move against Brent's to the rhythm of the music. He looks
like he;s enjoying himself.]
 
PIERSON: ”He may not actually be attracted to Brent, but he's having the time
of his life with him right now. If he was my best friend I'd be happy seeing
him happy."
 
HARRY: (smiles, genuine) "I am."
 
PIERSON: (loud) “Then what's the fucking problem Harry? Is it that silly little
crush again?" (beat) “You want that to be you, don't you?" (HARRY doesn't
reply, sighs and nods, softer)"I thought this, whatever you felt for him or
whatever tiny crush you had on him, would vanish with time, and maybe it will.
But, Harry." (waits till Harry looks back up at him) "I don't have that kind of
patience, maybe neither do you and you haven't found out yet. I want someone,
everyone does, but I need someone, now, or soon. I'm done with heartless fucks,
I want someone who I like and likes me. And someone who will eventually fall in
love with me. Like you do. I'll tell you now; offer you some advice. He won't
offer you that, ever, I will. Keep that in mind when you try to get over him."
 
HARRY: (staring at LOUIS laugh as he dodges BRENT’s lips) "So, it's over?"
 
PIERSON: "I guess it is."
 
HARRY: "Maybe it's better this way?”
 
PIERSON: (hesitant) "Yeah, maybe.”
 
HARRY: "Thing is…” (turning his whole body to PIERSON, pressing his crotch
against him, half hard from watching LOUIS dance so dirty and erotic) ”I'm
still attracted to you." (PIERSON’s pupils have dilated to the size of a large
peanut, his breath hitching when Harry runs a finger down his chest)"Do you
know anyway I might,” (pauses when he reaches the hem of his shirt and the
buckle of his belt, against PIERSON’s lips) ”Relieve myself of it?”
 
PIERSON: “Um…”(stuttering) “H-Harry?”
 
HARRY: (mutters) "I want you.”
 
 
 
 SCENE 43
 
 INT. - BACK OF THE APOLLO CLUB - NIGHT
 
 [Harry’s back is slammed against a brick wall. The room is lighted by very dim
blue lights hanging from the roof of the dark room. The brick feels cold
against his thin layer of mesh, he can feel the beginning and end of every
block on his spine. Pierson had dragged him quickly to the back of the club. He
opened heavy steel doors and led them to the room they're currently snogging
in. They were greeted by a bunch of attractive sweaty men either fucking or
getting to it. Harry smiled in amusement, letting out a, "You've got be
shitting me." Pierson ignored him and then took him to the back of the back
room where they could be more or less alone.]
 
 [Their lips are stuck together, tongues quite literally, crashing against one
another. Harry's tongue and lips feel numb and his heart pounds against
Pierson's chest. Pierson has Harry's giant hands over his head, knuckles
grazing against the hard brick. He reaches for Harry's collarbone, it revealed
by the scooped top, he sucks the skin, nibbling lightly. Harry opens his mouth
letting out soft pants. Pierson goes back to Harry, connecting their lips
again. He lets go, then smiles. Despite the fact that he's loving Pierson's
mouth on him, all he can think about is if one of those voices are coming from
Louis.]
 
 {Did Brent drug him? Or did he get him so drunk Louis doesn't care that
Brent's a man? Harry finds himself pulling Pierson back not further into him.}
 
HARRY: ”Pierson.” (hums)"Pierson."
 
 [He pulls Pierson's hair harder, and Pierson pops off him, there is a wet
sound when he detaches his lips from Harry.]
 
PIERSON: "What?"
 
HARRY: "I can't let Louis alone with that guy."
 
PIERSON: (nods, eyes disappointed, but understanding)”Okay," (opens and closes
his mouth, pursing his lips, then opens his mouth again and speaks this time)
”Are you sure you don't want to continue?"
 
HARRY: ”No.”(thinking it through, looking at PIERSON’s crotch)“I need to see
Louis."
 
PIERSON: "He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
 
HARRY: "I need to check on him anyways."
 
PIERSON: "Would he do this for you?"
 
HARRY: "Yes, of course,” (beat) “I mean, I think so."
 
 
 
 SCENE 44
 
 INT. - BAR AT APOLLO CLUB - NIGHT
 
 
 [Louis is fine, perfectly fine, more than perfectly fine, he's ecstatically
fine.They find Louis dancing with one of the gogo boys up on the bar. He's
taken his shirt off and tucked it in one of his jean pockets. Brent is cheering
and clapping under him as Louis shakes his hips. It seems like the whole club
has gathered around the bar just to watch Louis dance. All the gogo boys are
fit, and Harry hates to admit, but they're fitter than Louis. Louis, though,
has light in his eyes, bright light that has guided all these men toward him
like a school of fish. The attraction might also be the fact that Louis has the
perkiest, roundest bum, better and fuller than any twink would be envious of.
Louis turns around and shows off his fluorescent pink underwear hanging out
from his hip hugging jeans. The men boom loudly when Louis shakes his bum, it
bouncing up and down quickly.]
 
PIERSON: "Jesus can this straight white boy dance."
 
 [Harry grins wide, at the sight of his best friend enjoying himself, he's
obviously drunk, and he wonders how he got there in such a short time, he
definitely isn't fit for driving.]
 
PIERSON: “See.” (holding onto HARRY’s hips)“He’s fine. Should we finish you
off?"
 
HARRY: (pulls him back, shaking his head) ”Nah, I want to see this."
 
PIERSON: "Okay,"
 
 [And Harry doesn't notice when Pierson let's go of him entirely. Not even when
he steps a few feet away, and Harry can no longer feel his warmth.]
 
 SCENE 45
 
 INT. - MR. CHARLESTON’S ROOM - DAY
 
 
 [Louis is currently in Mr. Charleston's room, he's fifty five minutes into
Business Advertising and every word coming out of Mr. Charleston's mouth is
actually interesting. Louis isn't much of a listener, most of the time during
teacher's lectures he dozes off not taking one single note, and asking for Zayn
or Niall's notes instead. With Business Advertising however, he doesn't need to
ask for Zayn or Niall's notes, which he can barely understand. Liam's
handwriting is neater, and he takes most of Louis' classes, but Liam
disapproves of the whole 'sharing' notes idea. He doesn't understand though,
that when Louis is absolutely uninterested in something his mind and body are
uninterested as well, no matter how hard he forces himself to concentrate.]
 
 {At his old school he was diagnosed with ADD, he used to take meds for it
until a year ago, when Mr. Vars came to their school and undiagnosed Louis of
ADD. His parents have paid tons of psychiatrists and Louis has consumed so many
pills only to be told that he has been treating something, he doesn't really
have.}
 
 [Mr. Charleston sits on his desk, arms crossed and long legs spread out, toes
pointing.]
 
MR CHARLESTON: ”Now comes the exciting part in the semester…” (he takes a quick
look at LOUIS) “That is actual fun. I know you guys are tired of learning about
the different types of advertising and how fonts are important or any other
piece of shit that comes out of this school's curriculum."
 
 [The room erupts with quiet laughter from all boys, all genuine. They all
adore Mr. Charleston, he's been known as the, Black-Robin-Williams-from-Dead-
Poet's-Society. Mr. Charleston continues, glad he made his students laugh.]
 
MR CHARLESTON:”We will be starting our own campaigns."
 
 [Louis darts his eyes to Zayn and Niall to his left, who have the same
expression directed towards Louis. It's the, you're-going-to-be-my-partner-and-
you-have-no-choice-but-to-oblige, look, that every person that has ever gone to
school knows.]
 
MR CHARLESTON: "Chill out, this will be an individual project. I want to see
your creativity and talent before I put you in groups."
 
 [Everyone sighs which only causes him to smile wider. The bell rings and not
one student packs their bags or flinches or stands up to leave. Every single
boy in that class room waits for Mr. Charleston to dismiss them.]
 
MR. CHARLESTON: "I will be assigning your brand or product online tonight at 9:
30. Be on time and write it down, because I will be taking it down by 10:00."
(unfolds his arms and stands upright, shoulders back and chest bulging. (Mr.
Charleston was an army man before he came here) he points to the door)”Class
dismissed."
 
 [And with that the whole room exits through the door with barely any ruckus
caused by pubescent boys.]
 
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 46
 
 INT. - HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
 
 
 [Harry comes in their room, stomping, laughing, Niall behind him. He spots
Louis at his desk, his head on one hand and the other jotting down things in
his notebook. None of his notes actually touch the lines of his notebook,
instead they're scattered everywhere. He has messy and big handwriting that
could be mistaken as a doctor's handwriting. His eyebrows scrunch as he
concentrates, looking at notes from his laptop.]
 
 NIALL: ”Why are you still in your sweats?”
 
 [Harry steps closer to him. Getting a better look at what Louis has been
working on.]
 
HARRY: ”You coming, Lou?"
 
 [Louis sighs heavily, his breath blowing a few post its off his notebook. He
puts them back where they were.]
 
LOUIS: (frustrated and tired) ”No, I have a shit ton of work to do. Mr
Charleston gave me a shit product and if I don't come up with anything I'm
going to kill myself."
 
 [Harry is taken aback, along with Niall. Harry turns to Niall and motions for
him to leave them alone, he leaves without a word.]
 
HARRY: "Are you okay?"
 
LOUIS: "Haz," (rubs his temples, a pen between his fingers)”I'm so tired. I
don't want to go out. I need to finish this tonight, because I might sleep
through Saturday and Sunday, maybe even Monday."
 
HARRY: "I'll stay with you."
 
 [Harry sits on Louis' bed behind the desk. It bounces under him, the springs
screeching with his body weight.]
 
LOUIS: (blurts loudly)”No Haz!” (repeats, softer)“No,” (beat) "Please go, I
want to be alone."
 
HARRY: “Oh.” (mumbling)”Okay."
 
 [He stands, springs screeching louder. From the hooks beside the closet he
takes his favorite satin pink bomber jacket and puts it on.]
 
LOUIS: (shakes his head, drops the pen and turns to face HARRY) "Look, Harry. I
want to hang out with you, I always do. I just really need to finish this, and
I won't be able to concentrate with you here. Alright?"
 
HARRY: "Yeah." (in a not very reassuring voice) ”Alright."
 
LOUIS: "Please, go out. Enjoy yourself. Bang someone."
 
HARRY: (chuckles) "You want me to bring you any food?"
 
LOUIS: “Nah.”(pause) "I'll get something from the vending machine."
 
 [Harry’s about to scold him on about how unhealthy it is, and how it's not a
real dinner, but 'Louis is a big boy' and can take care of himself. So, he
purses his lips to assure nothing of that matter leaves his mouth, and he just
hums and nods at the same time, exiting.]
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 47
 
 EXT. - PARKING LOT - NIGHT
 
 [Seems like the rest have taken tonight to focus on their studies, besides
Niall, Park, Bo, Finch, and Harry. Harry would've also been those studying, but
he finishes all assignments right when they're assigned. They're heading for
the school parking lot, Niall's keys rustling in Park's hands. Harry notices a
slim figure walking up. It's Troye, he's just gotten out of his expensive
looking car with nothing but his phone in his hand. ]
 
HARRY:(waving at TROYE) “Hey,”
 
 [Troye looks at him, turns around to make sure he's not talking to someone
behind him, and waves back. Harry jogs towards him.]
 
HARRY: "You going out tonight?"
 
TROYE: (fumbling with his car keys, obviously nervous) ”I...uh...I just ate."
 
HARRY: "Alone?"
 
TROYE: "I'm...uh...used to it."
 
HARRY:(sympathetic, shrugs, hands in his pockets) ”You wanna come with us?"
 
 [He hears a few sighs behind him, and he turns and stares all at them with his
angry eyes.]
 
 [Troye looks behind Harry, at the rest of the group that don't seem very
pleased that Harry has invited him.]
 
TROYE: "You sure?"
 
HARRY: (charming smile) “Yes, of course.”
 
TROYE: "Okay."
 
 [Troye imitates his smile, it's much more crooked and way less confident, but
it pleases Harry to see.]
 
 
 
 SCENE 48
 
 INT. - TROYE’S ROOM - NIGHT
 
 [After a night of heavy drinking and maybe a little sinning too loudly the
ride home in Niall’s car, Troye invited Harry back to his dorm, which he
cockily agreed to.]
 
TROYE: “My roommate spends his weekends at his mum's house."
 
HARRY:(beams mischievously)"So we're all alone?"
 
TROYE:(chest rising and falls rapidly)”Y-Yeah."
 
 [Harry closes the door behind him, making his way toward Troye. When he
reaches for Troye, he flinches, so Harry steps back, apologizing under his
breath. Troye toddles closer to him, shaking his head yes. Harry smacks his
lips to Troye's. They don't kiss for long before they start taking each other
clothes off. Not long before Harry throws Troye on a bed, him only a second
behind. Harry lies on top of him, his body weight probably crushing Troye as he
kisses him again, this time with such force and hunger and eagerness. Troye is
only in his boxers, also Harry. The older boy kisses trails down the skinnier
boy's stomach. He's toned for such a skinny boy, abs and hard chest being
sucked on by Harry, must be because he's part of the swim team, the best at
that. Harry reaches Troye’s hard on under his boxers, he kisses it over the
cloth and tugs them downwards. Troye shimmies off them helping Harry get them
off, and throw them to the side of the room. Harry is too eager and only pulls
his own down to reveal his hard cock. He pulls a condom out of the pocket of
his jeans and takes a small bottle of lube next to him that Troye had taken out
of his drawer. Harry takes both of Troye's legs and raises them to his
shoulder, he then levels himself to Troye's entrance.]
 
 [He runs a hand down Harry's chest, and then he gasps when Harry inserts a
lube covered finger inside him,]
 
TROYE:"I've..." (moans) "I never..."
 
 [Troye closes his eyes, feeling every rub Harry does inside him.]
 
HARRY:(stops whatever motions he was doing)"You're a virgin?"
 
 [Troye nods, unable to speak because Harry's added another finger and pressure
on what he assumes is his prostate.]
 
HARRY: "Are you sure you-?"
 
TROYE:(interrupts) "I want this." (eyes open halfway) "I've wanted this for a
long time." (corrects himself, anxious)"I mean not with you, specifically, but
I wanted-“ (he moans louder because Harry has added a third finger inside
him)“This.”
 
HARRY: (smirking)“Of course." (resuming his position)“It’s going to hurt just
for a while, alright?"
 
 [Troye nods quick, he doesn't give himself time to over think. Harry pulls out
his fingers, and drops some lube on his hard dick, then he levels himself just
at Troye's entrance. He enters slowly, opening Troye more than fingers could
ever open him up.]
 
TROYE: “Fu-“
 
 
 
 SCENE 49
 
 INT. HARRY AND LOUIS’ DORM - NIGHT
 
 [The transition is immediate, but occurs at a different time.]
 
LOUIS:(moans, exasperated)”Fuck!" (slamming the desk with his fists, several
pencils and pens rolling off the table and unto the floor)”Who the fuck even
advertises softeners?" (looks down at his notes, almost every idea jotted down
has been scratched over violently) ”Every idea for this bullshit has been
taken." (rips out the page from his notebook, scrunches it up and throws it to
the side of his desk)"I fucking hate you, Charleston."
 
HARRY: "Loueh!" (calling from the hallway) ”Loueh."
 
 [Louis closes his notebook and leaves for the hallway to get Harry, barefoot
and only in his underwear.]
 
LOUIS:(smiling)"Haz,"
 
 [He whispers finally getting Harry's attention, he doesn't come in.]
 
LOUIS:”What are you doing outside?"
 
HARRY: "I wanted to go to our place."
 
LOUIS:(confused)"This is our place.”
 
HARRY: "No, no.”(shakes his head, this time he speaks slower)”Our place."
 
LOUIS:(understands this time)"Harry." (obviously not so interested in going)
”At this time?" (sighs)“Fine.”
 
 [He goes back in.]
 
 
 
 SCENE 50
 
 EXT. - FIELD BEHIND F BUILDING - NIGHT
 
 [Louis had changed into baggy adidas sweatpants and took one of his large
hoodies, and walks with Harry to their place, that wasn't LouisandHarry 's
before, it was LouisandEthan's. It wasn't specifically Mr. Var's idea, he only
told him to find something he and Ethan did that he misses and do it with
Harry. There are things, things he promised to take to his grave, (and Ethan
did), that Ethan and he had done. Unspeakable things known only to one living
soul, Louis, unspeakable only to Louis. Stuff he hasn't even mentioned to Mr.
Vars.]
 
LOUIS:"Are you drunk?"
 
 [Harry’s head on his lap, almost purring as Louis pets his hair.]
 
HARRY:(thinks for a moment) ”The moon intoxicates us."
 
LOUIS: (stares, apathetic, he chuckles lightly, air blowing out of his nose)
”So, yeah, drunk."
 
HARRY: “No," (furrows his brows, disbelieving)"I'm not! Seriously I'm not. I'm
intoxicated by the night.” (beat) “Maybe just a little drunk, but I…am
ecstatic.” (smiles closing his eyes, going through the events of last night)
"In fact, I just had sex."
 
LOUIS:(his interest enlarges, as he pulls HARRY up by his hair so they could
speak face to face)”Oh. Who was the lucky guy?"
 
HARRY:(his smile fades just slightly) ”Um...it's...um."
 
LOUIS:"You forgot his name?”(chuckles)“I didn't think you had the balls for
that."
 
HARRY: "No, I do know his name.” (beat)"It's Troye… Lou."
 
 [Louis’ jaw locks, ready to attack, eyes squinting.]
 
HARRY: ”I…took his virginity."
 
LOUIS:(stands, brushing grass off his bum) "Then take it back!"
 
HARRY: "What do you mean take it back?” (stands right after him) ”Lou, why are
you acting like this?"
 
LOUIS:"Of all the men! Of all the dick in Bristol! Did you have to sleep with
him? It’s all about sex to you these days Harry?"
 
HARRY: "Louis, you're the one that told me that. You told me that when it comes
to men, everything is just about sex! Don't fucking contradict yourself.”
(snapping)”What the fuck did I do wrong, Lou? I did what you asked."
 
LOUIS:"No! I told you to bang someone."
 
 [Harry shakes his head, confused as to how there is any difference.]
 
LOUIS: ”I didn't tell you to rob them of their innocence."
 
HARRY: "What are you saying?"(throws his hands in the air)”What is it to you if
I fuck him?"
 
LOUIS:"Fuck him. So, you're planning on seeing him again?"
 
 [Louis’ hurt, Harry doesn't understand why, nor is he trying to at the
moment.]
 
HARRY: (sarcastic)”Well that's what he wanted."
 
LOUIS:(blurting out)"He reminds me of myself!"
 
 [Harry’s eyes grow soft, and his pupils go back to their normal size.]
 
LOUIS: ”That's why I care about him. That's why I became his friend, that's why
I stand up for him, that's why I've been trying to protect him."(eyes glossy
and emotional as he speaks)"He's so sad, you know? So depressed, like I…”
(opens his mouth to say something, he changes his mind)“Used to be. You see him
and you can see how sad he is, how lonely, but you don't know half of it."
 
HARRY: "I'm sorry."
 
LOUIS:"For what?"
 
 [Harry shrugs, poker faced.]
 
LOUIS: ”Then stop apologizing!" (he’s not angry, it's more of that strict, hard
mum tone that he sometimes uses on Harry) ”The world doesn't need you
apologizing all the goddamn time. If you don't know why you're apologizing then
how the hell do you think people would know? You don't have to be polite all
the fucking time. Harry, be a bitch! Have fun, let loose. Don't be so fucking
stuck up."
 
HARRY: "I'm not stuck up!"
 
LOUIS:(bites back equally defensive)”Then stop acting like it."
 
HARRY:(squints, brows furrowed, suddenly so enraged)”And act like what? Like
you? I should act just like you. A soulless bitchy bastard who has nothing
better to do, but declare himself king of the world and the back of the bus
seats, and treat everyone like a bunch of peasants. Push everyone around, even
your closest friends like puppets.” (he hasn’t realized how loud and scary he’s
gotten, he shakes his head to himself, with a trembling murmur) “That’s what
you think you are?"
 
LOUIS:(hurt, inconsistent)”Yeah, okay.”
 
 
HARRY: "That's not you Louis. Louis, believe it or not you're kind. You care so
much about your friends. You care about stuff you're not supposed to care
about, like Troye, you treat him as if he were your little brother almost. You
took me in and became my friend, my best friend, even when you didn't have to,
even when I'm this awkward and boring."
 
 [Louis mouths a barely audible, you're not boring', so Harry can hear what
he's saying, but isn't interrupted.]
 
HARRY: ”I came in first day of school expecting everyone to think I was too
weird or too curly. You admired my weirdness...erm...I think, and you valued my
curls. Believe it or not, you're a great guy. You're bitchy and demanding at
times, but that's you, and I-I- I wouldn’t change it. Some people only see
that, hell, I think even some of our friends only see that, they only see the
surface of you, not the inside, not even the whole of you."
 
LOUIS:"I'm sorry,”
 
HARRY: “No, don’t.”
 
LOUIS:"Do me favor, though?"
 
HARRY: (immediate) "Anything."
 
LOUIS:"Don't sleep with Troye again. Please, anyone but Troye."
 
HARRY: "Alright."
 
LOUIS:"Okay," (pause) “Thanks.”
 
 
 
 Monday,
 
 SCENE 51
 
 INT. - MR. CHARLESTON’S CLASSROOM - DAY
 
MR. CHARLESTON: ”Before we start class, does everyone have their Outline for
their projects?"
 
 [The class is silent, everyone holding their projects, except for Niall. Niall
coughs once and has the attention of the entire class, instead of the one
person he only needed it from. Mr. Charleston heads is way, pointy toes
leading. He hums once, long and loud, pointer finger tapping his chin.]
 
MR. CHARLESTON:"Those who have nothing for today, can exit to the Library and
will receive a zero in meantime.”
 
 [Niall has nothing to pack back into his backpack, he probably saw this
coming. Another student, Calvin (we’ve seen him before, he and Louis sometimes
smoke weed together, not a close friend because he can be irritating) stands as
well, following Niall out the door.]
 
MR. CHARLESTON:”Shall we begin?"
 
 [Mr. Charleston paces around the entire room, making eye contact with each of
his eighteen students. He stops at Louis' desk. Louis has about an inch of
papers for his outline (and outline that was only supposed to be 500 words),
all scribbled with his questionable hand writing.]
 
MR. CHARLESTON:“Louis?"
 
LOUIS:"Yes, sir?”
 
MR. CHARLESTON:"You're up first."
 
LOUIS:"Oh, okay.” (stands, leaving all the written outline in his desk, for Mr.
Charleston to review while he speaks, only taking with him, up to the front of
the class, something he had drawn out) ”We can all agree it's all about sex.
Right?"
 
 [The class nods and hums, no immature chuckles, because those have been banned
from Mr. Charleston's class.]
 
LOUIS:"Whether you're a man, woman, genderqueer, unidentified with a gender.
Straight, gay, bi..." (makes eye contact with Finch, who is suddenly
uncomfortable in his seat)”Undecided." (goes back to the entire class, never
looking at MR. CHARLESTON, and continues) "Its' always about sex. I mean unless
we’re talking about asexuality, but besides th-“
 
 [Mr. Charleston gives him a look that says, “not important, move on.”]
 
LOUIS:"I know. I know. Selling sex, so overused, but I'm not selling sex by
making fit men and women pose in barely any clothes. No."(pauses to clear his
throat) ”Sex unites everyone, of all races, most sexualities, all genders.
But…with this brand you wouldn't want it. Sex, I mean. This brand is better
than sex, nothing is better than sex, so they say."
 
 {His mind goes back to Harry and his dispute a few nights ago. He recalls when
Harry blurts that it's all about sex, what gave him the idea of this. "Use our
softener in your laundry, and you won't need sex.}
 
LOUIS:"And it'll say, ‘So soft, you'd want to keep your clothes on.’ "
 
 [Loiis miles, and leans back on the desk, waiting for the genuine applause
from the room, he gets it, even from MR. CHARLESTON, and he knows he's done
well]
 
LOUIS:(he mumbles under his breath so only he can hear) "Thank you Hazza”
 
MR. CHARLESTON:“See? This is what I want all of you to do, maybe not as
ambitious as Louis, but I want you to have the same passion as he, or at least
pretend to be passionate.” (pause) “Anyone think they can pitch me something
better than Mr. Tomlinson?”
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 52
 
 INT. - SCHOOL HALLWAYS - DAY
 
 [Harry’s walking down the hallway, holding his heavy backpack on one shoulder
and carrying books for his next class in his hands.]
 
TROYE: (soft voice calls) ”Harry!” (HARRY doesn’t turn around, so he calls
again, footsteps behind him)"Harry."
 
 [Troye pulls Harry by his jacket and stopped him.]
 
HARRY: “Troye.” (smiles, not the genuine kind)"Hey."
 
TROYE: "Hi," (reciprocates a crooked grin) "I've called and messaged you the
entire weekend. I just wanted to ask why you haven't been answering?" (he
notices HARRY’s eyebrow twitching he interrupts himself) "I-I don't want
tosoundclingyoranything."
 
HARRY: "Listen, Troye." (begins, grabbing Troye by the elbow and bringing him
to the wall, instead of staying in the middle of the hallway while a bunch of
guys push them so they can get to class)"I had fun, I really did. It's
just...I'm not looking for anything serious at the moment. I think the other
night meant more to you than it did to me. That's fine, I get it, you lost your
virginity to me. To me, it..." (beat) “It didn't mean much."
 
TROYE: "You mean I was just a fuck?"
 
HARRY: "Not necessarily."
 
TROYE: "No. No, that's what you said."
 
HARRY: "I didn't say that."
 
TROYE: "No, but it's what you meant, right?" (stares at HARRY, hoping he might
deny what he’s saying, when he doesn’t he snaps) "Fuck you, Harry."
 
 [Troye pushes through Harry, elbowing him, making Harry drop his books. Harry
drops to his knees to pick them up, someone else's tiny hand has also come to
the rescue.]
 
LOUIS:"Clumsy hands?"
 
 [Harry, without having to look up at Louis, just knows that he has that
sinister smile plastered on his face.]
 
HARRY: (mocking) “No, it was your other self.”
 
LOUIS:"Troye?"
 
 [Louis hands the last book to Harry, and they both stand up.]
 
HARRY: (irritated, as he starts walking to class)”How many other selves do you
have?"
 
LOUIS: “Don’t get mad at me. It wouldn’t be a high school movie if you didn’t
drop some books on the ground so your love interest can help pick it up for
you.”(beat for audience laughter)”So…” (finally catching up to HARRY, and
walking beside HARRY) "You finally broke it off with him?"
 
HARRY: "There was nothing to break off." (tone harsh with frustration)"It was
just a fuck."
 
LOUIS:"And you wanted it to be more than just a one night thing. And I didn't
let you, and now you're angry at me and resent the world." (cocks an
eyebrow)"Am I right? Spot on?"
 
 { HARRY : "If I can't fuck you, I'll have him." He doesn't say this, but with
all this frustration- angry and sexual- he could have.}
 
LOUIS:"Grow up Harry. You fucked once."
 
HARRY: "I'm not like you, Louis. I can't sleep with someone and forget about
them after I've finished. I actually develop some form of emotional connection
like any human with a heart will. Have you ever had sex with someone and felt
anything for them?"
 
LOUIS:"Yes."(shy) ”I have."
 
HARRY: "I find that hard to believe."
 
 [Louis stares at Harry with glossy eyes, somehow hurt, and then looks down at
the floor.]
 
HARRY: "This is my class." 
 
LOUIS:“Um…okay. See you at practice?"
 
HARRY: "Maybe. If I have nothing better to do."
 
LOUIS:"Alright. Regina George."
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 52
 
 EXT. - BLEACHERS BY FOOTBALL FIELD - NIGHT
 
 
 [Harry hasn't arrived yet, and neither has Troye. Maybe Troye was avoiding
Harry, and Harry was avoiding Louis because he was a jerk. So, Louis thinks
it's the perfect time to talk to the whole team.]
 
LOUIS:"Who here feels uncomfortable showering in front of Harry and Troye?"
 
 [Most of the guys sitting on the benches raise their hands (not Harry’s
friends), even Dylan and Cole, who Louis thought more of.]
 
LOUIS:"Why?"
 
 [Nobody answers. They're all terrified of Louis.]
 
LOUIS:"Because they're gay? Believe me, Harry could do your fucking prostate
exam and still be teddy bear soft."
 
 [Niall chuckles next to him, but when Louis darts his needle eyes at him, he
covers it up with a cough.]
 
NIALL: ”Now, man the fuck up."
 
DUMBASS BOY: ”What if he rapes me?"
 
LOUIS:”Are you fucking kidding me?"(so angry he’s turned a light pigment of
red)“You think that you'll bend down to lace your sneakers and Harry will just
put his dick in you? Pack your shit and go."
 
 [The boy, who Louis hasn't even had the time or interest to learn his name,
stays frigid in his seat, confused.]
 
LOUIS:”I said leave."
 
 [Louis goes over to him, grabs him by the hoodie and pushes him off the metal
benches.]
 
LOUIS:"I'm done with shit like this."
 
 [He finally grabs his athletic bag and heads back up the hill to the
dormitories.]
 
LOUIS:"Anyone else who decides to share their homophobia?" (All stay silent,
jaws dropped) "If I see as much as a dirty look directed towards Harry.” (short
beat) “…or Troye, you're out. Not only from this team, but I'll make sure to
report your homophobia to the headmaster. You've heard some things about me, so
be sure that I'll push for expulsion."
 
 [No one speaks, not even Niall. Then behind the benches, Harry arrives, a
giant athletic bag slung around his shoulder. He sits next to Bo. Louis isn't
sure if he's heard everything, either way he plays cool and pretends he isn't
still fuming.]
 
LOUIS:"So, let's do what we came here for, and play some fucking football."
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 54
 
 EXT. - FOOTBALL FIELD - NIGHT
 
 
 [Usually, whenever they're doing something and one lasts longer than the other
at doing so, they'll wait outside, or with the other. This time, after Harry
took a quick shower, with the entire team in the same room, he disappeared. So,
Louis changed and took his stuff, still drenched in water, to follow Harry.]
 
LOUIS:(finally catches up to HARRY)”Great practice today, Haz."
 
 [Louis walks with Harry, both their hairs wet from the locker room shower,
back to their dorm to rest before they leave for dinner. Harry only hums, and
makes not even an effort to make eye contact.]
 
LOUIS:"Haz?" (softly, he pulls him back by his elbow. HARRY stops, but shrugs
Louis' hand off him) "What's wrong? Did I do something?"
 
HARRY: (sighs and rubs his face) “No." (drops his hands from his face) ”No,
Louis you didn't do anything wrong. I'm having a shit day. It has nothing to do
with you.”
 
 [Louis is aware that he's saying that there is more to the story than what he
reveals, but he lets go, scared either one could lose control of their temper.]
 
LOUIS:"Okay."
 
 [They start walking again, shoulder to shoulder. There is less tension, but
something still feels awkward between them.]
 
HARRY: "I'm sorry."
 
LOUIS:"For what, Haz?"
 
 [Louis has started this habit, that anytime Harry apologizes, he has to give a
legitimate reason for what he's apologizing. Louis' the judge when it comes to
how good the reasoning is.]
 
HARRY: "For," (breathes out a thin breath, arranging the words in his mind
before he speaks) "For making you think you did something. I mean you made me
mad, the other night, and a little bit today, but I forgot about it. I'm in a
shit mood today and it has nothing to do with you."
 
 {That’s a lie. It has everything to do with Louis. The fact that if Louis and
he were to ever be intimate, though highly impossible, it would mean more to
Harry than it would to Louis, if it were to mean anything to him, at all.
Harry's not mad at Louis, but it has to do with him. With the fact that the
world or God or whatever made Louis straight. That Louis could never love him
the way Harry wants, needs?, no, wants him to.}
 
LOUIS:"Any time you apologize to me, or even think of apologizing to me. I've
already forgiven you Haz.” (beat) “I could never stay mad at you."
 
 
 SCENE 55
 
 INT. - DR. VARS OFFICE - DAY
 
 {Louis admires the guy. He helps Louis out sometimes with his stuff. Before he
became a teacher he was a counselor, actually the same counselor that
undiagnosed Louis of ADD. Louis was undiagnosed of ADD, but that doesn't mean
he wasn't diagnosed with something else. Every Thursday they meet up after
class and talk. Yesterday's topic was Harry. It seems these days Harry's always
the topic. Dr. Vars says that Louis and Harry's closeness is good for the both
of them. Dr. Vars never stops telling Louis that getting close to Harry will
help him move on from Ethan. After what happened with Ethan, Louis blocked
everyone from his life, and everything, except for alcohol and drugs, and sex
on a good day. Louis wishes he could say that it's going great, but Louis
sometimes pushes Harry away, because being with Harry is so much like Ethan,
and then Louis remembers how that ended, so he pulls away.}
 
DR. VARS: “Louis, how have you been doing since our last session?”
 
LOUIS: “I guess, I’ve been fine.”
 
DR. VARS:“That’s good. Have you had any off days?”
 
LOUIS: “Only once since I last saw you.”
 
DR. VARS:“That was a month ago. You’ve improved. What has changed since the
last time I saw you?”
 
LOUIS: “Well, I did what you asked me to consider.”
 
DR. VARS: “Yes?”
 
LOUIS: “I got a new roommate.”
 
DR VARS:“What’s his name?”
 
LOUIS: “Harry. We’re really good friends now.”
 
DR. VARS:“Best friends?”
 
LOUIS: “Yes, I guess you could consider him a best friend.”
 
DR. VARS: “How’s your relationship like.”
 
LOUIS: “We’re really close. It’s weird, with him it’s so easy to get along
with, even though we’re so different. And he’s not an easy person to talk to,
but, when we talk there are no barriers, it’s easy, fluid. I don’t know, our
connection was immediate.”
 
DR. VARS: “Connection?”
 
LOUIS: “Yes, like I’ve known him before, and us meeting wasn’t really for the
first time, but like a reunion…I don’t know is that cheesy?” (he laughs) “He’s
just a really great guy. I think he’s hiding somethings, and I’m hiding things
too, and we both know this, and nobody is trying to dig each other’s past, just
enjoying the now. Uh. I’ve become so lame, I hope you know it’s not me, it’s
him.”
 
DR. VARS: “What kind of things are you hiding from him?”
 
LOUIS:“Well,” (beat)“Ethan…I’ve had everyone not talk about it completely, to…I
guess, move on, for a little while, until I have to face that part of my life
again.”
 
DR. VARS:“You erased him from your own life, but you asked your friends to
erase him from theirs too. Don’t you find that a little selfish, they were his
friends too.”
 
LOUIS: “Okay, it’s a little bit selfish, but come on…I was hurt…I still
am…maybe a little traumatized. The day, right after he died, it was all over
the media, and school. It’s all I heard about for a long time. I needed a break
from that, from people asking me if I was alright all the time, like I was
about to kill myself too. If I needed someone to talk to, that they’d be there
for me, when really they’re lying and just said this to make themselves feel
better, like they’ve donated to charity.”
DR. VARS:“I completely agree. If you wanted someone to talk to, you would’ve
talked to them already.”
 
LOUIS:“Yes. Except I was forced to come talk to you, after my many episodes.”
 
DR. VARS: “It worked out didn’t it?”
 
LOUIS: “It did. I feel comfortable talking to you.”
 
DR. VARS: (smiles, crooked) “I’m glad, but surely there’s someone else in your
life you can talk to, besides me.”
 
LOUIS: “I talk to Zayn sometimes about it. It’s a quick conversation, how I
like it, you get your feelings off your chest without all the gooey emotional
stuff.”
 
DR. VARS:“What about Harry?”
 
LOUIS:“Hm?”
 
DR. VARS:“Have you not spoken to Harry about Ethan?”
 
LOUIS: “No, no I haven’t. I don’t want to burden him with it.”
 
DR. VARS: “But you said he and you had become close, why wouldn’t you want to
share that with him?”
 
LOUIS: (shrugs, eyes on the floor) “I don’t know.”
 
DR. VARS: “I think you do know, Louis.”
 
LOUIS:“I honest to God don’t.” (beat) “I mean I’ve thought about it. I’m just
not sure how he’s going to react.”
 
DR. VARS: “You said he was a good guy, I’m sure he’ll react just fine.”
 
LOUIS:“That’s the thing. He’s such a great guy that I’ll become his pity case.
And hanging out with me will be like running a mile for breast cancer.”
 
DR. VARS: “I think you’re giving Harry less credit.”
 
LOUIS: “You haven’t met him.”
 
DR. VARS: “Try opening up to him a little bit, test it out. It doesn’t even
have to be about Ethan.”
 
LOUIS: “Yeah, sure.”
 
DR. VARS:“Hasn’t he opened up to you?”
 
LOUIS: “Yes, the other day he told me about some of the things that would
happen to him because he was an openly gay teen in his small town.”
 
DR. VARS:“I’m sure that must’ve been hard for him to do.”
 
LOUIS:“Yeah, I guess.”
 
DR. VARS: (checks his watch, frowns a little) “Looks like our time’s up. Now
you know what your task for this week is, right?”
 
LOUIS: “Open up to Harry, gotcha.”
 
 
 
 
 SCENE 56
 
 EXT. - PARKED BEHIND A TACO BELL SOMEWHERE - NIGHT
 
 
HARRY: (a mouthful of a double decker taco)“I think this has been the best idea
you’ve had.”
 
LOUIS: (smiling fondly, finished his food already) “I think so too.”
 
HARRY: “So what’s the special event?”
 
LOUIS: “What?”
 
HARRY: “You drove me out 10 miles to the closest Taco Bell and payed for my
meal, what’s going on?”
 
LOUIS: (taking a bite out of his Crunchwrap Supreme)“Nothing is.”
 
HARRY: “Hmm. Are you going to propose? Or are you going to take my virginity in
the back of your car?”
 
LOUIS: “I can’t take something that’s already been gone for a long while, now
can I?”
 
HARRY: “Oh-kay, then what’s going on?”
 
LOUIS: “Can’t I treat my best friend to a nice meal? Jesus.”
 
HARRY: “This is a ‘nice meal’?”
 
LOUIS: “Did I not pay 18 quid for all the shit you ordered.”
 
HARRY: “I thought I was paying, okay?”
 
LOUIS: “Did you lose your virginity in the back of a Taco Bell?”
 
HARRY: “No…it was a KFC”
 
LOUIS: “Ha-Ha. What a jokester. No, really tell me.”
 
HARRY: “No. It was in my room.”
 
LOUIS: “Boy or girl?”
 
HARRY: “Boy. I’ve always known, I never experimented with other girls. I was
16, it was with my boyfriend at the time. He was 24 and way too cool for me.”
(nervous laugh)“Guess he found that out too, cause he dumped me when he found a
hotter twink. Did you know he was in a band? Should’ve known he was going to be
a dick.”
 
LOUIS: “He should’ve never done that to you.”
 
HARRY: (melancholic) “Well he did. I regret ever having sex with him. I told
him to go slow or tell him to stop at times, I guess he either didn’t care or
didn’t listen.” (upset, sudden realization)“How could I have ever been so dumb?
I continued to see him even after he kind of raped me, even though I know he
could get pursued for statutory rape. I guess I wasn’t as educated about that
as I’m now, but still. I fucking dated the guy for a year.” (beat) “How about
you? What’s your story”
 
LOUIS: (nervous, it wasn’t what he was planning to open up to HARRY about) “Um.
It was my 14th birthday, it was late at night, I was ready to go to sleep, but
my dad came over and told me he had a surprise for me. Understan that I hadn’t
seen my father for a long time so I decided to go out for him. I smelled beer
on him, I shouldn’t have gotten in the car with him, but I was so happy that he
remembered my birthday. He drove me out to the sketchiest part of town, where
my mum wouldn’t let me ride my bike at night. It was a Motel, he paid two
girls, he ordered two rooms, handed me a condom and said…”(beat, remembering)
“He said, ‘my son isn’t going to grow up a fag’, then he left with one girl.”
(looks to see HARRY’s reaction, dismisses the pity in his eyes and focuses on
the cat searching a dumpster) “I took the girl to the room and we had sex, only
because I felt obligated to impress my father. I was so nervous I couldn’t even
get it up, it lasted I think 3 minutes. As she dressed, I think I cried a
little. I mean who fucking gets a 14 year old a prostitute for their birthday.
What kind of dead beat dad do you have to be? I waited for four hours in that
room, watching the black screen of the TV until I realized my dad wasn’t coming
to get me, I had to walk home before the sun came up because my father had left
me.”
 
HARRY: “Lou…”
 
LOUIS: “I’m fine Haz.”
 
HARRY: (unbuckling his seatbelt)“No, you’re not.”
 
LOUIS: (suddenly realizing he’s sobbing)“Haz.”
 
 [Harry unbuckles Louis’ seatbelt, almost immediately falls onto Harry’s lap
there’s nothing dividing their two seats, because it’s just one long seat, so
Louis just completely dissolve into Harry, as Harry pet’s his hair and rubs
circles on his back.]
 
LOUIS: “I’m fine, Haz.”
 
HARRY: “Okay.”
 
 
 
 SCENE 57
 
 INT. - KARAOKE BAR - NIGHT
 
 [A week after the Taco Bell incident.]
 
HARRY: “Did you know we have to write a song for Music?”
 
LOUIS: “Yeah, I did actually, they’ve been doing this for a while now.”
 
HARRY: “I’m so nervous about it, though.”
 
LOUIS: “Haven’t you written any songs before?”
 
HARRY: “Yes, but I don’t know if they’re any good.”
 
LOUIS: “I’m sure they are. How hard can writing a song be?”
 
HARRY: “It’s really hard!”
 
LOUIS: “It’s not.”
 
HARRY: “Have you written any?”
 
LOUIS: “I have actually.”
 
HARRY: “You have?”
 
LOUIS: “Yeah. A few.”
 
HARRY: “Well, can I read them?”
 
LOUIS: “Will you let me read yours?”
 
HARRY: “No!”
 
LOUIS: “Well unless you change your mind, then I’m not going to either.”

HARRY: “Aw…Come on. Pwease.”
 
LOUIS: “Support my artistic decision.”
 
HARRY: “Fine.”
 
LOUIS: “Are your songs about me?”
 
HARRY: “No, they’re not!”
 
LOUIS: “Yes they are!” (grabbing HARRY’s cheeks) “I can totally see through
your blushing!”
 
HARRY:(slapping LOUIS’ hands away from him, and tilting his head so LOUIS can’t
see him) “I am not.”
 
LOUIS: “You totally are!”
 
HARRY: “No.”
 
LOUIS: “Fine. Then if you write a song about me then I’ll sing you one of my
songs.”
 
HARRY: “You can sing?”
 
LOUIS: “Oh baby, I can do anything if you’d ask me too.”
 
 [Harry blushes even further.]
 
LIAM: (through the karaoke mic)“Oi! Love birds, thinking of singing a song.”
 
LOUIS: “Yes! That is what I’ll do.” (detaching himself from HARRY)“To confess
my profound love for you.”
 
 [Louis now stands on stage. holding a mic, waiting for his song to start.]
 
 [Shoop by Salt-N’-Pepa starts playing.]
 
LOUIS:(the song starts, and immediately everyone starts laughing and singing
along to that quirky beat) “Oooo, how you doin', baby?” (speaking to HARRY
getting closer to him, eventually getting off the stage and hovering over him)
“No, not you.” (to NIALL who seems to be laughing the loudest) ”You, the bow-
legged one.” (pointing the mic towards HARRY) “What's your name?”
 
HARRY:(giggles, flushing a bright red on his cheeks)“Harry.”
 
LOUIS:“Damn, that sounds sexy.” (singing)“Here I go, here I go, here I go
again. Girls, what's my weakness?”
 
 [Louis points the mic towards the crowd.]
 
CROWD:“Men!”
 
LOUIS: “Ok then, chillin', chillin', mindin' my business. Yo, Salt, I looked
around, and I couldn't believe this. I swear, I stared, my niece my witness.The
brother had it goin' on with somethin' kinda…uh. Wicked, wicked - had to kick
it. I'm not shy so I asked for the digits. A ho? No, that don't make me. See
what I want slip slide to it swifty. Felt it in my hips so I dipped back to my
bag of tricks. Then I flipped for a tip, make me wanna do tricks for him.”
(leans down unto HARRY’s cheeks and licks from his jaw up to his temple) “Lick
him like a lollipop should be licked. Came to my senses and I chilled for a
bit. Don't know how you do the voodoo that you do. So well it's a spell, hell,
makes me wanna shoop shoop shoop.”
 
 [Louis dances around as the crow sings the chorus for him.]
 
LOUIS: (pulls HARRY by his hands making him stand up) “Ummm, you're packed and
you're stacked 'specially in the back.” (smacks HARRY’s ass, hard enough that
it emits a sound.) “Brother, wanna thank your mother for a butt like that.”
 
HARRY: “Thanks, mum.”
 
LOUIS: “Can I get some fries with that shake-shake boobie? If looks could kill
you would be an uzi. You're a shotgun - bang! (at ‘bang’ pretends to shoot
HARRY) “What’s up with that thang?” (flicks HARRY in the balls)“I wanna know
how does it hang? Straight up, wait up, hold up, Mr. Lover. Like Prince said
you're a sexy mutha- Well-a, I like 'em real wild, b-boy style by the mile.
Smooth TAN skin with a smile. Bright as the sun, I wanna have some fun. Come
and give me some of that yum-yum. Chocolate chip, honey dip, can I get a scoop?
Baby, take a ride in my coupe, you make me wanna…”
 
 [Crowd sings the chorus again, including Harry who sits again with his friends
looking at Louis pull of some ridiculous dance moves.]
 
LOUIS: “Well let me bring you back to the subject, Pep's on the set. Make you
get hot, make you work up a sweat. When you skip-to-my-Lou,” (winking) “My
darling. Not falling in love but I'm falling for your…”
 
ZAYN: “Super sperm.”
 
LOUIS: “When I get ya betcha bottom dollar you were best under pressure.”
 
 [Louis hands the mic to Harry for the one line.]
 
HARRY: (in the deepest voice he can) “Yo, Sandy, I wanna like, taste you.”
 
LOUIS: “Getcha getcha lips wet cuz it's time to have Pep. On your mark, get
set, go, let me go, let me shoop. To the next man in the three-piece suit. I
spend all my dough, ray me, cutie. Shoop shoop a-doobie like Scoobie Doobie
Doo. I love you in your big jeans, you give me nice dreams. You make me wanna
scream, "Oooo, oooo, oooo!” I like what ya do when you do what ya do. You make
me wanna shoop”
 
 [Louis joins the chrowd for the chorus. Park has come on stage, dancing almost
as silly as Louis, and flailing his arms.]
 
LOUIS: “Oh, my goodness, girl, look at him. He’s the cutest brother in here.
And he's comin' this way! Oooo!”
 
PARK: “S and the P wanna kick with me, cool. But I'm wicked, G, hit skins but
never quickly. I hit the skins for the hell of it, just for the yell I get. Mmm
mmm mmm, for the smell of it. They want my bod, here's the hot rod. Twelve
inches to a yard and have ya soundin' like a retard.”
 
 [Niall moans a ‘yeahh’ from offstage and it deserves a quick laugh from
everyone.]
 
PARK: “Big 'Twan Love-Her, six-two, wanna hit you.”
 
LOUIS: “So what you wanna do?”
 
PARK: “What you wanna do?”
 
LOUIS: “Mmmm, I wanna shoop.”
 
 [It seems like everyone in the bar has joined for the last chorus. The song
ends and a heavy breathing and sweaty Louis comes to sit next to Harry.]
 
HARRY: “That was amazing.”
 
LOUIS: “Oh, that, that was nothing.”
 
HARRY: “Uh-huh. I think I can do better.”
 
LOUIS: “Oh, can you, Styles?”
 
HARRY: “Mhm.”
 
 
 
 SCENE 58
 
 INT. — F-27— NIGHT
 
 HALLOWEEN NIGHT
 
 [Louis holds a bag behind him. It’s from a costume shop downtown.]
 
HARRY:“God…what did you get me?”
 
LOUIS: “Why do you assume I got you something bad?”
 
HARRY: “You’re asking me why I’d think you’d want to publicly humiliate me by
dressing me up as…I don’t know…a ballerina?”
 
LOUIS: “You would make a cute ballerina.” (smirking) “You’ve even got the bun
for it.” (chuckles)“I didn’t get you a ballerina costume, don’t worry.”
 
HARRY: “What did you get me?”
 
LOUIS: “Okay…” (pulling out something from the bag)“Here.”
 
HARRY: (taking the plastic bag with his costume in it, there’s a picture of
MIck Jagger and items inside it.)“Mick Jagger, you got me Mick Jagger.”
 
LOUIS: (nervous) “Well…yeah…cause you look like him…if you don’t like it I can
return it and get you a new one, they’ll probably closing by now, but I think I
could make it.”
 
HARRY: “No, Lou. I love it.”
 
LOUIS: (cheerful) “You do?”
 
HARRY: “I’m also very flattered that you think I look like Mick Jagger.”
 
LOUIS:(taking out from the same plastic bag his costume and a picture of what
it is supposed to be) “Wait till you see mine!”
 
HARRY: “David Bowie?”
 
LOUIS: “Yeah…I thought we should do matching outfits.” (pulling out something
else from the bag, red, blue and black paints) “I thought you could do my
makeup.”
 
HARRY: “Yeah, that’s cool.”
 
 
 SCENE 59
 
 INT. - F-27 - NIGHT
 
 [Harry is sitting on Louis on the bed, painting his face in red and blue.
Louis laughs, shaking and huffing under Harry.]
 
HARRY: “Stay still!”
 
LOUIS: “I can’t.” (laughing) “It tickles!”
 
HARRY: “Lou…”
 
LOUIS: “Harry…why are you sitting on me.”
 
HARRY: “Because you keep moving!”
 
LOUIS: “Why are you sitting on my dick though?”
 
HARRY: (stops painting and checks behind him to see if he actually is) “No,
I’m-“
 
 [Louis flicks the paintbrush on Harry’s neck painting him blue, he barely
graces his jacket.]
 
HARRY: “You son of a bitch!”
 
LOUIS: (laughing hysterically) “Haz. Don’t get mad.”
 
HARRY: (holding LOUIS’ wrist and placing them above his head and sitting on
LOUIS’ waist to keep him immobile)“Got you.”
 
 [Harry’s face is inches away from Louis’. He breathes against Louis’ lips.]
 
LOUIS: “Umm. We should probably be going. Park said not to be late.”
 
HARRY:  (letting go of LOUIS’ wrists and standing up) “Yeah…we
should..be…um…going.”
 
 
 SCENE 60
 
 INT. - PARK’S HOUSE - NIGHT
 
 [Harry and Louis enter. It is a big house, but there is enough people there to
fill it up, and spill out the backyard as well.]
 
NIALL: (drunk and bubbly) “You made it!”
 
 [Niall — or Captain America by the looks of his blue tights and metal shield —
wraps his arms around Harry and Louis, smelling of alcohol and fading cologne.
It is not that late at night, so Harry and Louis wonder how Niall is already
this gone.]
 
NIALL:“And in a couples costume, Jagger and Bowie, awesome. Always thought
those two had a thing. Me and Park…”
 
HARRY: “Park and I…”
 
LOUIS: (leans in to whisper into HARRY’s ear) “We get it you take AP Lang”
 
NIALL: (continues) “Yeah…that. Together we’re Stucky. I’d show you what he
looks like.” (looking around the room) “But I can’t seem to find my Bucky.”
 
LOUIS:“D’you know where Zayn is.”
 
NIALL: “Oh Captain Jack Sparrow…that bastard, ya know I told him I was going to
be Captain America and he ignored me. There can’t be two captains at a party,
it’s confusing to people.”
 
LOUIS: (snapping his fingers over NIALL’s face) “Hey, buddy…Zayn, where is he?”
 
NIALL: “Oh…I uh…I think I saw him chatting up some guy by the bar outside the
pool.”
 
LOUIS: (patting NIALL’s back) “Thanks man.” (squeezing HARRY’s hips) “I’ll be
back in a few.”
 
HARRY:(LOUIS is already gone) “Okay.”
 
NIALL: (already dragging HARRY) “Wanna take some shots!”
 
HARRY: “Sure I guess.”
 
 
 
 SCENE 61
 
 EXT. - POOL AREA - NIGHT
 
 [Louis spots Zayn talking to a boy in only his boxers, he’s sure he had a
costume on before taking it completely off like most of the people by the pool.
His damp brown hair wets his lips and his bottoms spill water on the concrete
he stands on. The brunette is about the same size as Zayn, only slightly taller
that would be unnoticeable if they weren’t standing next to each other. He has
an arm around Zayn’s waist and pushes him against the wall. They’re only
talking, but the way they look at each other says otherwise.]
 
LOUIS: “Zayn!”
 
 [Zayn flips his head towards Louis, brows furrowing in subtle frustration once
he notices it’s Louis. He says something idistinctible to the boy and comes
towards Louis, eyebrows knotted and lips pursed.]
 
ZAYN: “What is so important you have to interrupt me? I was about to take him
upstairs you know.”
 
LOUIS: “He’s absolutely gone for you, taking two seconds to talk to me isn’t
going to change that.”
 
ZAYN:(looking back at the same boy, who looks at them intensively, even though
some guy has come over to talk to him)“Fine. What’s going on?”
 
LOUIS: “Do you have any weed on you?”
 
ZAYN:(patting the pocket of his white blouse) “Yeah, man.”
 
LOUIS: “Can I have it?”
 
ZAYN: “Fuck no.”
 
LOUIS: “Zayn please. I haven’t bought a cigarette all week because Harry has
had me doing some detox bullshit. I just need something to relieve myself.”
 
ZAYN: “Why don’t you get a fuck?”
 
LOUIS: “I’m working on that, too.”
 
ZAYN: “Really? ‘Cause you don’t know one single girl in this party, and I don’t
remember you ever being that slick.”
 
LOUIS: “Fuck you, I am slick.”
 
ZAYN: (taking out a thick joint from his pocket and giving it to LOUIS) “Sure
Lou.”
 
LOUIS: (holding the joint between his fingers as ZAYN takes out his white
lighter and lights it) “I can have any girl at this party.”
 
ZAYN: “I’m sure you believe that.”
 
LOUIS:(inhaling from the blunt in his lips, exhaling as he speaks) “Point at
any girl, I’ll have her legs spread in 20 minutes.”
 
ZAYN:(looking around, his eyes land on one place behind Louis)“There.”
 
LOUIS: (turns to look where ZAYN’s eyes are pointing towards) “Who?”
 
ZAYN: “That girl in the devil’s costume.”
 
 [The girl wears a figure hugging vibrant blood red dress. She has thick and
elongated thighs and a slim torso, she has small breasts and she hunches over
insignificantly. Her hair reaches her shoulders as it coils in beautifully soft
curls. She’s tall too, maybe even a little taller than Louis if she wore the
right shoes, to which, at the moment, isn’t wearing any, much to Louis’ luck.]
 
ZAYN: “That’s Bobbie. She’s a junior at Reenwood and…let’s just say: she’s
gotten around. Heard she only does college guys, and that she was kicked out of
her old school for banging her French teacher. To sum it all up: she’s way out
of your league.”
 
LOUIS: (laughs, remembering the blunt between his fingers, inhaling) “When has
that ever stopped me.”
 
ZAYN: “Knock yourself out.”
 
 
 SCENE 62
 
 INT. - UPSTAIRS BATHROOM - NIGHT
 
 [Thirty minutes after we last left LOUIS.]
 
 [Harry holds Niall’s beer and sits on the edge of the tub as Niall hunches
over the toilet, heaving all the mixed alcohols unto the toilet bowl.]
 
HARRY:(rubbing NIALL’s back)“There you go, let it all out.”
 
NIALL: (coughing into the toilet the final remains, he then stands up rubbing a
towel over his mouth) “Okay, I can have my beer now.”
 
HARRY: “What?”
 
NIALL: “Can you please give me my beer?”
 
HARRY: “You just threw up.”
 
NIALL: “Exactly, all the alcohol is out of my system, so I need to
recomp…recompistate…re…”
 
HARRY: “Recompense.”
 
NIALL: “Yeah, recompitstate the lost alcohol.”
 
HARRY: (handing him the warm beer) “I don’t think that’s how it works.”
 
NIALL: (gargling beer in his mouth and spits it out into the sink) “Want to get
another round of shots?”
 
 [Niall doesn’t wait for Harry’s response before barging out of the bathroom.
Harry doesn’t let him go very far by himself so he pulls on him by his wrist.]
 
HARRY: “Sure.” (keeping NIALL next to him, even though NIALL keeps pulling
harder impatient to run downstairs to the bar) “Let me just call Louis.”
 
 
 SCENE 63
 
 INT. - UPSTAIRS - NIGHT
 
 [Harry pulls out his phone and dials Louis’ number. The phone rings many
times, until it stops ringing, Louis hung up. Harry’s heart stings a little,
but then he calls again, it rings and rings and rings and goes to voicemail. He
dials again, this time Niall has pulled him a little closer to the stairs. Then
he hears it, a sound that could only belong to one person, Louis. Harry can
hear the singy-songy “chicken and chili, pew pew pew pew” ringtone that belongs
to Louis’ phone. He follows the song, letting go of Niall, and letting him
wander around by himself. The song is coming from the guest room he was closest
to, the door is cracked open and maybe that’s why he was able to hear it.
Without any hesitation he goes in to look for his best friend, or at least the
phone of his best friend. He does find Louis, though he probably wishes he
didn’t. The song from Louis’ ringtone ends, because Harry hung up or because it
was the end of the song, but Harry didn’t really care. In front of him Louis
stood stark naked, bending a girl —wearing a red-horned head band on her head—
over a desk, facedown. The girl’s red dress pools around her ankles. Louis has
his hands over her mouth as he thrusts into her. Louis’ hair sticks to his
forehead as sweat forms and his blue and red paint drips down his neck. He
releases these low humming noises and curses that has Harry twitching in his
pants. For some reason, he can’t move, he is being slowly succumbed into the
situation, like quicksand, without actually being there — but he can’t not be
there either. Louis catches Harry, he stares as Harry stares, and Harry is
about to make a run for it, but Louis stares even more intently. Louis thrusts
harder and sloppier, as the girl screams louder—though they are muffled by
Louis’ hand over her mouth. Harry leans on the wall as he watches Louis come
undone, his eyes still looking at Harry.]
 
NIALL: (from outside the door)“Harry?”
 
 [Harry is brought back to real life, because he hears Niall calling his name
—meaning the girl probably heard it too. He stumbles on his own feet and slips
outside just in time.]
 
HARRY: (dragging NIALL away from the room)“Niall!”
 
NIALL: “What were you doing in there?”
 
HARRY: “Oh…uh…nothing. Why don’t we go get those shots now, huh?”
 
NIALL: “Yeah! Shots!”
 
 
 SCENE 64
 
 EXT. - DANCE FLOOR AT POOLSIDE - NIGHT
 
 [Harry started out dancing by himself along with the pressed together bodies,
he believes, but eventually a guy started pressing himself against Harry’s
back, and then another against his front. He doesn’t quite remember when he got
this drunk or how, he knows he took many shots in a row with Niall, but isn’t
sure of how many exactly. The shots hit him quite suddenly, right after he left
the kitchen he ran to the dance floor outside, he always get the strange urge
to dance when he’s drunk.]
 
LOUIS: “Harold!”
 
HARRY: (indifferent) “Hm?”
 
 [Louis pulls Harry by his forearm, dragging him away from the men, and the
dance floor. The men curse at Louis, Louis flips them off, and they resume to
dancing with one another.]
 
LOUIS: “What the fuck Harry?”
 
HARRY: “What the fuck, you Louis? I was kind of in the middle of something.”
 
LOUIS: “Of what? Getting drugged and raped?”
 
HARRY: (frowns) “It was not like that.”
 
LOUIS: “Oh please, you’re fucking wasted, Haz.”
 
HARRY: “I’m fine.”
 
LOUIS: “You’re not.”
 
HARRY: (interrogating) “Where were you?”
 
LOUIS: (pulling him to the bar and getting him a bottle of water)“I don’t have
time for this. Did Niall get you this drunk?”
 
HARRY: (swatting LOUIS’ hand away dropping the bottled water on the ground,
that only makes LOUIS pick it back up and hand it to him.) “I’m fucking fine!
Niall’s the one you should be worried about.”
 
LOUIS: (ignoring HARRY) “Liam!”
 
 [A Batman-Liam comes their way.]
 
LIAM: (with a batman voice) “Hey guys.”
 
LOUIS: “Have you seen Niall?”
 
LIAM: (normal voice) “No, why?”
 
LOUIS: “He left Harry, wasted and alone with two creepy fucks.”
 
LIAM: “Harry was fine, I was watching him.”
 
LOUIS: “And you let two strange men dry hump him?!”
 
LIAM: “I don’t know why you’re over reacting, man. He looks fine to me, fucking
knackered, but in one-piece.”
 
LOUIS: “I’m overreacting ‘cause anything could’ve happened to him.”
 
HARRY: “Louis, fuck. I’m fine! I’m right here too, so stop acting like I’m
not.”
 
LOUIS: “Wh—“
 
HARRY: “Stop overreacting, I can take care of myself, I don’t need you by my
side all the time. You can go fuck girls in devil’s costumes and leave me
alone.”
 
 [Harry enters the house, Louis following him in.]
 
 
 SCENE 65
 
 INT. - SAME GUEST ROOM HARRY FOUND LOUIS IN EARLIER - NIGHT
 
 [Harry sits on the edge of the bed, head looking at his bare feet.]
 
LOUIS: (sitting on the bed next to HARRY) “What’s going on Harry?”
 
HARRY: “What’s going on with me? Hah, what the hell is going on with you Louis?
You’ve been acting weird ever since we first talked to Niall.”
 
LOUIS: “Nothing is going on.”
 
HARRY: “Then why did you almost fight Liam; for no apparent reason.”
 
LOUIS: “I-I don’t know.”
 
HARRY: (turns to LOUIS, accusing)“I think you do know Louis.”
 
LOUIS: “What?”
 
HARRY: (looking back at his feet)“It doesn’t matter.”
 
LOUIS: (long beat) “Why did you get so mad?”
 
HARRY: “Why did you?!”
 
LOUIS: “I…I…have a soft spot for you. I just feel the need to protect you all
the time, if anything happened to you, I feel like it would be my fault.”
 
HARRY: “It’s not your job to protect me.”
 
LOUIS: “I know.”
 
HARRY: “Then stop acting like my mother.”
 
LOUIS: “I—“
 
HARRY: “I told you that’s why I came here, to escape my mother.”
 
LOUIS: “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
 
HARRY: “Thing is, you did know. You knew, and you decided to ignore it.”
 
LOUIS: (long beat) “I’m sorry I overreacted like that Harry.”
 
HARRY: (laying back onto the pillow, swinging his feet onto the bed, laying on
his side)“It’s fine. You should probably apologize to Liam, though.”
 
LOUIS:(laying next to HARRY, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him
closer to his body) “I don’t apologize.”
 
HARRY: “You apologize to me all the time.”
 
LOUIS: “You’re different.”
 
HARRY: (blushing) “How am I different?”
 
LOUIS: “I don’t know, you just are.”
 
 [They fall asleep on the bed.]
 
 [A few hours later.]
 
BO:“Hey guys, we’re playing a game downstairs, if you wanted to play.”
 
LOUIS: (untying himself from Harry, rubbing his eyes with tiny fists)“Okay,
we’ll be downstairs in a minute.”
 
 
 SCENE 66
 
 INT. - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
 
 [Everyone at the party has left, everyone except their group and Park’s
girlfriend. They all sit on the carpeted floor, barefoot and legs crossed over
the other.]
 
FINCH: (dressed as the joker, white paint has faded) “It’s called, ‘if I didn’t
know better’. Basically you call out anyone on something saying, ‘if I didn’t
know better’, if it’s true then that person has to drink, if it’s not true then
the person who called ‘if I didn’t know better’ drinks.”
 
PIERSON: (at FINCH’s side, an arm around him, dressed as Scarface, he only
wears a knee length coat and is shirtless underneath) “Everyone understand?”
 
 [Most of the people in the room nod.]
 
LIAM: “Who wants to go first?”
 
NIALL:(overly excited) “Me, I’ll go!”
 
FINCH: “Okay, pick out a name from the hat.”
 
 [Liam hands the hat over to Niall. Niall takes out one ripped piece of paper
with someones’ name in it. He smiles when he reads it, and then sets the piece
of paper in front of him.]
 
NIALL: “If I didn’t know better…I’d think Zayn has had chlamydia at least
twice.”
 
 [Everyone laughs when Zayn drinks from his red cup, pissed yet unashamed.]
 
ZAYN: “It’s my turn now?”
 
PIERSON: “Yeah, draw a name from the hat.”
 
 [They play for what seems like hours until there are only three pieces of
paper left. Bo draws next, thinking pensively until he has finally got an
idea.]
 
BO:(dressed as a sexy Papa Smurf) “If I didn’t know better I’d think Finch and
Pierson had sex.”
 
 [The room is about to laugh, until both Finch and Pierson drink, and the room
falls silent.]
 
HARRY: “No fucking way.”
 
BO: “When did that happen?”
 
FINCH: “Two weeks ago.”
 
PIERSON: “We went out one night, it was right after Harry and I ended things,
and I was a bit lonely. We got drunk and then it just kinda…happened.”
 
PARK: “This is the best thing I’ve fucking heard.”
 
LIAM: (to FINCH)“So, are you like 100% gay now?”
 
FINCH: “I’m not sure what I am…and frankly Liam that’s none of your business.”
 
 [Liam raises his arms in defense and Pierson smiles at Finch, proudly.]
 
LOUIS:“Happy as I am about you guys, I need you to draw a name, Finch.”
 
FINCH: “Alright.”
 
 [Draws a name. Laughs as he reads it.]
 
FINCH: (laughing) “If I didn’t know better I’d think Harry has a thing for
Louis.”
 
 [Finch reaches for his cup, thinking he’d be the one drinking, but Harry
raises his cup to his lips and sips and the world ends. The room is quiet, all
dilated eyes at him, except for Louis’, he knows this without looking, because
the burning in his stomach isn’t there. The room falls even quieter when Louis
stomps outside, slamming the glass slide doors behind him.]
 
HARRY: “Fuck!”
 
 [Harry storms after him.]
 
 
 
 SCENE 67
 
 EXT. - POOLSIDE - NIGHT
 
 [Louis has his back to Harry, when Harry finally gets there, closing the door
behind him, making sure nobody would be able to hear their conversation.]
 
LOUIS: “What the fuck Harry?”
 
HARRY: “I’m sorry Lou…it’s just a dumb game…I shouldn’t have said anythi—I’m
sorry, God! I’m so sorry!”
 
LOUIS: “You promised, Harry.”
 
HARRY: “I—“
 
LOUIS: “Why would you say th—In front of everyone…why would you do that to me?”
 
HARRY: (sobbing) “I’m sorry, okay!”
 
LOUIS: “This time…sorry’s not going to cut it.”
 
HARRY: “You said…you’d forgive me, always. ‘Any time you apologize to me, or
even think of apologizing to me, I’ve already forgiven you’…that’s what you
said.”
 
LOUIS; “Can you say that you don’t love me or that you ever will?”
 
HARRY: (long beat) “I…” (shorter beat, but it is clear that he’s not going to
say anything) “I…”
 
LOUIS: (finally turning around, eyes watery)“You’re going to have to fix this
one for yourself.”
 
HARRY: “What does it matter if I’m in love with you or not?”
 
LOUIS: “It matters.”
 
HARRY: “Why?”
 
LOUIS: (quiet, close to tears)“It can’t happen…not again.”
 
HARRY: “What?”
 
LOUIS: “Nothing.”
 
HARRY: “What does that mean, Louis?”
 
LOUIS: “It—“
 
ZAYN: (grabbing LOUIS by his forearm) “Louis, let’s get you home.”
 
HARRY: “I can do that.”
 
ZAYN:(pulling HARRY outside the bathroom, away from LOUIS) “I think you’ve done
enough, you’re drunk.” (whispering to HARRY) “And if you’re smart…you’ll keep
away from him for a while.”
 
HARRY: “He’s my roommate.” (sobs) “He’s my best friend.”
 
ZAYN: “I’ll take care of the rest…you. You keep to yourself. If you don’t want
to hurt him, stay away.”
 
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