Detention ➳ Larry

Chapter eighteen

(Louis' POV)

I follow closely behind Harry through the giant mansion, twisting through the endless hallways. I can't believe how massive this place is! Compared to my little house, which is literally falling apart brick-by-brick, this place is a castle. Niall wasn't kidding when he said Harry's family was filthy rich.

Everything is so expensive and Victorian. The hallways are dimly lit, and the walls are covered in paintings and pictures in frames. We pass by a few maids- yes, maids- and they all smile and mumble 'hello's to Harry. They call him mister Styles.

Very official.

I look around in awe, admiring how big everything is. This is like a whole other universe to me. I'm not used to expensive things.

"And this is the family room," Harry announces, walking through an arch at the end of the hall. I glide into the room with him. A girl sits on the couch, flicking through channels on the television with the remote.

This is not your typical living room, that's for sure. My eyes widen at the sight of it, and I stand closely beside Harry, but not too close. There's a giant plasma TV hanging on the wall over the fireplace, flicking bright, orange flames. A few couches sit in front of it. The girl looks pretty young, maybe in her early twenties. I wonder who she is. Harry didn't mention having another sister besides Gemma. She looks a lot like Harry, though. Her hair is the same shade of brown, but her eyes are blue instead of Harry's green orbs. Perhaps she's a cousin?

The girl turns her head up, "Who was at the door-" she stops in the middle of her sentence when she notices me. She raises an eyebrow at Harry, "Who's this?"

He clears his throat, "This is Louis." he introduces. I give her a small wave. "Um, Louis, this is my maid-" he pauses, "I mean... my friend, Jenna."

She grins and stands up from the couch, then walks towards Harry and I, "Oh, Harry has told me so much about you!" she says enthusiasticly.

Harry elbows her in the stomach and I laugh. I can see Harry's cheeks turn pink. "Shut up, Jenna." he groans, giving her a death-glare.

She rolls her eyes, "Well you never shut up about him!" she continues. Harry looks like he's about to strangle her. I laugh again.

"Oh really?" I question, trying to tease him.

"Jenna... bloody Hell... shut up." he says, shaking his head in dissaproval.

She sighs and rolls her eyes, "Fine. I'll leave you two alone." She winks at us, then leaves the room. As she walks by, she whispers something quickly in Harry's ear, causing him to blush to a brighter shade of red. I think she whispered, 'he's cute' but I'm not exactly sure.

There's a small frame of silence before either of us say anything else. The fireplace crackles and the grandfather clock in the corner continues to tick. He waits until Jenna's footsteps are no longer heard before he talks.

Harry coughs, "So... uh, should we sit down?" he asks, gesturing towards the couches.

I nod, and sit on one of the cream-colored couches. He sits across from me. I fiddle with my thumbs awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

"I don't know why I came here." I begin, "I just . . . I needed someone to talk to. And truth be told, you're my only friend at the moment." I admit.

Harry frowns, "What's wrong?"

I take in a deep breath, trying to figure out how I'm going to put my situation into words. It's pretty complicated, honestly. I decide to start from the beginning.