He woke up on Sunday from the sound of his phone ringing. His head was pounding. He had a really bad hangover. He answered the phone.

"Piiizzzaaaa." A voice grunted on the other line.

"Niall?"

"Yes. I need pizza. I'm dying." Niall whined.

"Call a fucking pizza place and order one then." Louis grunted.

"I'm going to. I was just wondering if you wanna come over and eat pizza with me?" Niall asked.

Louis rubbed his eyes. Mostly he just wanted to stay in bed and die a slow hangover death but pizza sounded good.

"Fine. Give me an hour. I need to shower."

"45 minutes. What kind of pizza do you want?" Niall asked.

Louis told him his order and hung up the phone. He sighed and opened his eyes slowly, blinking at the light. He had forgotten to close the blinders last night. He swung his legs over the edge and sat up. He managed to walk over to the bathroom and found a bottle of painkillers. He swallowed them down with tap water and stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked like shit. Yesterday's makeup was smeared all over his face.

He walked over to the shower and turned the water on. He removed his boxers and threw them in the direction of the laundry basked. He missed, but made no effort to walk over and pick them up. Instead, he climbed into the shower and let the warm water wash over him.

He just stood there with his eyes closed for twenty minutes or so before he reaches for the shampoo bottle.

A half-hour later he got out from the shower and dried himself on a fluffy towel. He secured it around his waist and stepped up to the sink to brush his teeth. He scratched his chin, feeling the stubble but decided to leave it.

He got dressed in some sweats and a hoodie and walked to Niall's place. He lived ten minutes away. He had never been to his place but Niall has told him where he lived.

When Niall opened the door he sighed dramatically.

"I can't believe you made me leave my bed."

"You could have stayed home dufus." Niall laughed while he showed him to the living room.

To his surprise, Harry was sitting on the couch.

"Oh, hi Harry."

"I'm hi, did Niall call you as well wheezing pizza?" Harry asked with an amused smirk.

"Yeah." Louis laughed and took a seat next to Harry on the couch. He turned to Niall.

"So you lured me here, where's that damn pizza?"

"It should be here any minute now. Drinks?" Niall asked.

"As long as it's non-alcoholic." Louis answered.

"Hungover?" Harry questioned.

"Like hell. How much did we drink last night?" Louis asked.

"A lot!" Harry laughed and immediately made a face like he was in pain. "I'm also really hungover." He muttered.

Niall smirked on his way to the kitchen. He returned a minute later with a bottle of coke and three glasses. The doorbell rang and he went to pay the delivery man. He came back with three pizza boxes and put them down on the table.

"Wanna watch a movie while we eat?"

"Sure." Louis agreed while he looked through the boxes to find his pizza of choice. He handed Harry and Niall their pizzas before he dug in, grunting in approval.

They decided to watch Grease. Harry needed some pointers for the school musical and Louis confessed that it was one of his favorite movies.

They had a lazy Sunday together just hanging out before Louis and Harry needed to get home to prepare for another work week. Louis was happy to see that Harry was coming out from his shell. Even if he found it adorable that Harry stuttered and blushed whenever he tried to talk to him he enjoyed being able to have an actual conversation with him. He was trying to determent if there was a mutual interest there or if it was just him.

He went to bed early and slept through the night. The guys were already sitting at their usual table when he entered the teacher's lounge on Monday morning. He walked directly to the coffee machine and poured himself a cup before he sat down at the table.

"Good morning everyone."

They greeted him back. He seemed to have walked into a discussion.

"Come on! One of you must be able to help me out!" Harry pleaded.

"Super busy in the weekends." Zayn answered.

"Don't look at me, I also have plans." Liam said.

"You guys don't even know what weekend I'm talking about!" Harry said.

"What are we talking about?" Louis asked curiously.

"Harry is trying to force us to chaperone a bunch of drama kids on a camping trip." Niall informed him.

"I can do it." Louis immediately offered.

Niall grinned, Zayn rolled his eyes at him and Liam was trying to cover up his laughter. Harry blushed.

"R...really?"

"Why not? It could be fun." Louis smiled. Not really, but he would take every chance he got to spend time with Harry.

"Oh, ehm, yeah, thanks, Louis! That would be great! The principal says that I have to have at least one more teacher with me." Harry smiled.

"It's settled then. When and where?" Louis asked.

Zayn coughed out a "whipped" covering his mouth with his hand and Louis glared at him.

"I was thinking two weeks from now, Saturday to Sunday. Will that work for you?" Harry asked.

"Absolutely!" Louis immediately agreed.

"Louis, have you ever gone camping before?" Liam asked, sounding amused.

"Ehm, no. First thing for everything." Louis chuckled.

"Do you own any camping equipment? A tent? Sleeping bag?" Zayn asked, trying to withhold his laughter. Louis was so obvious.

"Ehm, no. I guess I have to buy that." Louis answered and scratched his head.

"No, you don't have to do that Louis! That stuff is really expensive. I have an extra sleeping bag you can borrow and hem, like, we can share my tent if that won't make you uncomfortable." Harry said, turning crimson red.

"Are you sure? Of course, I'm not uncomfortable with that. Are you? You don't have to share a tent if..." Louis rambled and Harry cut him off.

"No, no, I'm fine with it."

The rest of the boys looked between them with amused smirks on display. They were so awkward towards each other. It was like watching a train crash in slow motion. They clearly had the hots for each other but neither of them seemed to know how to flirt and they had a front seat to the show. Well, maybe a night in a tent would help them on their way.