7

                                    

                                          
"Friday bitches!" Niall yelled as he sat down at their usual table in the school cafeteria.  
                          
"Language!" Liam complained and Niall put his tongue out. 
                          
"Is he always like that?" Zayn asked.
                          
"Yep, but we love him anyway." Louis smirked.
                          
He turned to look at Harry who was sitting next to him. He leaned in to whisper in his ear.
"Wanna do something tomorrow?"
                          
"Yeah." Harry answered and smiled.
                          
"Great." Louis beamed. He had it all planned. 
                          
They went their separate ways after lunch and soon the school day was over. Liam and Louis followed Niall home. They usually played FIFA together on Fridays. Soon they were camped in Niall's room.
"So big date tomorrow?" Liam questioned.
                          
"Yeah." Louis answered and scored a goal. 
                          
"Louis, if you're actually falling for him we can forget about the bet." Niall said. 
                          
"I never back down from a bet. Don't be silly." Louis snorted.
                          
"But..." Niall protested.
                          
"Nothing to discuss." Louis said dismissively. Truthfully he was scared. Falling in love had never been a part of the plan. Harry might be smitten with him or whatever but there was no way Harry freaking Styles, the school's gorgeous bad-boy was falling in love with him. Harry didn't do relationships, he did people and then left them. Louis wouldn't be one of them. He would make Harry break it off by simply overwhelm him and then he would win the bet and could move on with his life before he was in too deep. 
                          
Later that evening he got a text from Harry confirming their date the next day. Louis told him to pick him up at three. They texted back and forth for a while before Louis said goodnight and went to sleep. 
                          
He couldn't help but feel excited the next day. He spent some extra time getting ready and before he knew it Harry knocked at the door five minutes early. Louis ran to open it and was met by a dimple smiling Harry.
"Hi, Lou. Ready?"
                          
"Yeah, I'm just gonna grab my jacket." Louis answered with a smile.  
                          
They walked to Harry's motorcycle and he handed him a helmet.
"So where are we going?" Harry asked.
                          
"To the Dome." Louis answered with glittery eyes.
                          
Harry's eyes grew wide.
"I can't ice skate!"
                          
"I'll teach you. It will be fun." Louis answered.
                          
"Yeah, you'll get a real laugh when I fall on my arse." Harry chuckled.
                          
"I'll keep you on your feet." Louis promised.
                          
Ten minutes later they had arrived at The Dome. Harry parked the bike and they walked inside together. Louis rented skates for them and helped Harry to tie his properly. after he had put on his own as well he took Harry's hand to help him get to the ice rink. Harry's legs were wobbling and Louis suppressed a smile. 
                          
They got out on the ice. Harry was convulsively holding on to the edge and wouldn't move an inch. Louis put his arm around his waist.
"Come on love. You can do it."
                          
"Ehm, yeah, okay. Don't let go of me." Harry chuckled nervously.
                          
"I won't." Louis smiled. 
                          
Harry let go of the edge and Louis slowly pushed them forward. Harry grabbed his hand. Louis skated and Harry just made sure to stand on his skates. They were a great team.   
"You're doing awesome. Just remember to breathe." Louis said softly. 
                          
Harry took a shaky breath and tilted his head to the side to catch a glimpse of Louis. His smile took his breath away. They skated around half the ring before Louis stopped. He let go of Harrys back but kept his hand in his. He grabbed his other hand as well, standing in front of him. 
"Come on, try to skate. Push with your right foot. I got you." 
                          
Harry tried and Louis skated backward, pulling Harry with him.  
"Great. Again!" 
                          
Soon Harry was stumbling his way across the ice with a big smile on his face.
"I can skate!" He shouted excited.
                          
He shouldn't have. Harry fell and dragged Louis with him. His bum hit the ice first and he fell on his back with a loud "ooof" and Louis fell on top of him. They both burst out laughing.
"Are you okay?" Louis asked and looked down on him when their laughter died out. 
                          
"Yeah, my ass hurts, and my pride got bruised but I'm fine. You?" Harry chuckled.
                          
"I fell on something soft." Louis winked. 
                          
"Hey! I work out!" Harry pouted.
                          
Louis's breath hissed. He didn't want to think about Harry working out right now and in what way that had shaped his body.  
"Lou? Can we get up before it looks like I wet myself? I'm laying on frozen water." Harry said, sounding amused and embarrassed at the same time. 
                          
"What? Yeah, yeah, of course!" Louis crawled to his feet and extended a hand for Harry to take to help him get up. 
                          
He put his arm around him to steady him as soon as Harry had managed to get up.  
"Wanna eat something?" Louis asked.
                          
"Yeah, I think that's enough skating this time. It was fun Lou. Thank you for taking me here." Harry beamed. 
                          
They managed to glide over the ice and Louis helped Harry get to safety. They took off their skates and returned them before they headed to the restaurant. Harry ordered them two hamburger plates and they sat down at a table. 
                          
"Is it true that you sold your liver on the black market to buy your motorcycle?" Louis blurted out.  
                          
Harry let out a loud cackle and clasped a hand over his mouth to muffle the sound.
"No! Why would you even think that?"
                          
Louis shrugged his shoulders.
"That's the rumor in school."
                          
"That's fucking crazy." Harry chuckled. 
                          
"Yeah." Louis smirked.
                          
Harry rolled his eyes.
"My dad is a mechanic. He bought it cheap and fixed it up." 
                          
"Oh." 
                          
"Yeah, what other kinds of rumors about me is circling around?" Harry smirked.
                          
"You've been to jail?"
                          
"No."
                          
"You ate a rat on a dare?"
                          
"What the fuck? No!"
                          
They were both giggling. Louis continued. 
"You sleep around." 
                          
Harry gave him a calculating look. 
"Would you believe me if I say no?"
                          
Louis looked him in the eyes.
"Should I?"
                          
Harry sighed.
"Sometimes a rumor is just a rumor, Lou."
                          
"Okay."