You, I And Our Little Sunshine || Larry mpreg || Book I [English Translation]

38 - define girlfriend

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[POV Louis]

Sighing, I smooth out my t-shirt as I stand in front of the full-length mirror in our room, getting ready for Zayn's Halloween party. I don't want to go there. I really don't. But still, I have to if I don't want to be outed. Don't get me wrong, at some point I want to be free in front of everyone, but right now is just not the time.

"Hey Boo, I brought you your favourite chocolate and chips," Harry says as he enters the room and closes the door behind him. Grinning, he looks up at me, our eyes meeting in the mirror. "Oh, I thought we were going to put on something comfy to watch a movie?" he asks, a little confused, letting his gaze slide over my body. I take a deep breath and turn to him. His smile starts to disappear, he probably suspects something. "I'm sorry, Haz," I start and walk towards him, only to wrap my arms around his waist a moment later. "What are you sorry for?" he wants to know with his eyebrows drawn together.

"Zayn has this Halloween party I was invited to a few days ago," I go on. It's a pure lie and I don't know why I don't tell my boyfriend the truth. "I'd love to go there." Silence. I watch Harry's reaction closely and see his facial expression change, his smile no longer even faintly visible and the sparkle of joy that was in his eyes when he entered the room is now completely gone. "Oh." he mumbles now, forcing a smile on his face that makes your heart tighten painfully just watching him.

Sighing, I exhale and brush a curl behind his ear. "I'm sorry, Love," I say softly and go to plant a kiss on his lips, but before I reach them, he turns his head to the side and my lips land on his cheek. Confused, I look at him. "Are you okay?", I want to know from him and Harry gives me a smile that couldn't have been more fake. "What should be wrong ?" he asks with his lips pressed together and puts the pile of sweets, most of them my favourite, on the bed. "I'm sorry-" I start again, but am stopped from continuing by Harry's punishing look.

"Have fun with your friends, I'm going to make myself comfortable alone with a movie and sweets," he replies offended and crawls onto his half of the bed to snuggle into the blanket, open a bag of the gummy bears and turn on the TV. "Don't you have a party to go to ?" he asks after a few minutes of me watching him. I mumble in agreement and go up to him to give him a kiss. This time too, he prevents a kiss by stuffing some Haribos in his mouth. So I press my lips to his forehead and whisper an "I love you", which he returns with a rather half-hearted "Me too."

With narrowed eyebrows, I leave the room and go downstairs, where I put on my shoes. Before I head out, I glance into the living room where the rest of the family has gathered to watch a movie. Before they see me, I quickly walk out and make my way to Zayn's house, where the party I really don't want to go to is taking place.

Why can't I just admit that I like men and women don't stand a chance with me ? Why haven't I told Harry what's been going on for the last two weeks ?

To be honest, I don't have an exact answer to my questions. I only know that I am destroying everything and I have to tell my curly head about Chris and the pictures. He would have understood me. I'm sure he would have understood why I'm going to the party right now, with me promising him a movie night. Damn, he was so looking forward to it. He even had my mum buy my favourite sweets. What a bad boyfriend I am! You could see how much it just hurt Harry that I'm going to this stupid party that I didn't want to go to anyway.

Before I can think about it any further, I'm standing outside Zayn's house. There are cobwebs hanging everywhere and carved pumpkins are outside the front door. Loud music blares out from inside and lone people are in the front garden. I really don't want this. I just want to go to Harry's, snuggle under a duvet with him, eat unhealthy stuff and watch a film of his choice. Of course, I wouldn't have watched a horror movie if I knew Harry didn't like them.