After (Larry Version)

~*Chapter 25*~

"They were okay. You?" I put my books on my dresser and he tells me about his professor spilling hot coffee on himself, making them get out early.
"You look nice today, Louis ," Zayn tells me, and I say thanks and crowd on Nick's bed with the three of them. The bed really is too small for all of us, but it works. After we've been talking about various weird professors for a few minutes, the door opens and we all turn to see who it is.
It's Harry . Ugh.
"Geez, man, you could at least knock for once," Nick scolds him and he shrugs. "I could have been naked or something." He laughs, obviously not angry at his lack of manners.
"Nothing I haven't seen before," he jokes, and Vanessa's face falls while the other three chuckle. I can't find the humor, either; I hate thinking about Nick and Harry together."

"Oh, shut up," he says, still laughing, and grabs hold of Vanessa's hand. Her smile returns and she moves a little closer to him.
"What are you guys up to?" Harry asks and sits opposite us, on my bed. I want to tell him to get off but I keep quiet. I thought for a second he had come here to apologize, but now I can see he just came to hang out with his friends, and I am not one of them.
Zayn smiles. "We were actually going to go to the movies. Louis , you should come."
Before I can answer, Harry speaks up quickly. "Actually, Louis and I have plans." There is a strange edge to his voice.
God, he's so moody.
"What?" Zayn and Nick say in unison.
"Yeah, I was just coming to get him." Harry stands up and puts his hands into his pockets, gesturing toward the door with his body. "You ready or what?"
My mind screams, No! but I nod and slip off Nick's bed.
"Well, see you all later!" Harry announces and practically pushes me out the door. Outside, he leads me to his car and, surprising me, opens the passenger door for me. I stand still with my arms crossed, looking at him.
"Well, I'll remember not to ever open a door for you again..."
I shake my head. "What the hell was that? I know full well you didn't come here to get me—you just got done telling me that you didn't want to hang out with me!" I yell.
And we are back to yelling at each other. He makes me crazy, literally.
"Yes, I did. Now get in the car."
"No! If you don't admit that you didn't come here to see me, I will go back in there and go to the movies with Zayn," I say, which makes him clench his jaw."

I knew it. I don't know how to feel about this revelation, but somehow I knew Harry didn't want me to go to the movies with Zayn and that that's the only reason he's trying to hang out with me now.
"Admit it, Harry , or I am gone."
"Okay, fine. I admit it. Now get in the damned car. I won't ask again," he says and walks around to the driver's side.
Against my better judgment, I get in, too.
Harry still looks angry as he pulls out of the parking lot. He turns the screeching music up way too loud. I reach down and shut it off.
"Don't touch my radio," he scolds.
"If you're going to be a jerk the whole time, I don't want to hang out with you." And I mean it. If he's like this, I don't care where we are, I'll hitchhike back to the dorms or something.
"I'm not. Just don't touch my radio."
My thoughts go back to Harry tossing my notes into the air, and in turn I want to yank his radio out and throw it out the window. If I knew I could tear it from the dash, I would.
"Why do you care if I go to the movies with Zayn anyway? Nick and Vanessa were going, too."
"I just don't think Zayn has the best intentions," he says quietly, his eyes glued to the road.
I begin to laugh and he frowns. "Oh, and you do? At least Zayn is nice to me." I can't stop laughing. The idea of Harry trying to protect me in some way is hilarious. Zayn is a friend, nothing more. Just like Harry .

"Harry rolls his eyes but doesn't give me an answer. He turns the music back on and its guitars and bass literally hurt my ears.
"Can you please turn it down?" I beg.
To my surprise, he does, but leaves it on for background noise.
"That music is terrible."
He laughs and taps the steering wheel. "No, it's not. Though I would love to know your opinion on what is good music." When he smiles like this, he looks so carefree, especially with his window down, the breeze blowing through his hair. He reaches one hand up and pushes his hair back. I love the way it looks when it's back like that. I shake the thoughts from my head.
"Well, I like Bon Iver, and the Fray," I finally answer.
"Of course you do," he says, and chuckles.
I defend my two favorite bands. "What is wrong with them? They are insanely talented, and their music is wonderful."

"Yeah... they are talented. Talented at putting people to sleep."
When I reach across and playfully swat his shoulder, he mock winces and laughs.
"Well, I love them," I say with a smile. If we could just stay in this playful state, I might actually have a good time. I look out the window for the first time, but I don't really know where we are. "Where are we going?"
"To one of my favorite places."
"Which is where?"
"You really have to know everything that is going on in advance, don't you?"
"Yeah... I like to—"
"Control everything?"
I stay quiet. I know he's right, but that's just the way I am."

"Well, I'm not telling you until we get there... which will be only about five minutes from now."
I lean back against the leather seat of his car and turn my head to glance at the backseat. A messy stack of textbooks and loose papers rest on one side and a thick black sweatshirt rests on the other.
"See something that you like back there?" Harry catches me by embarrassed surprise.
"What kind of car is this?" I ask. I need a distraction from both not knowing where we are going and him calling me out for being nosy.
"Ford Capri—a classic," he boasts, obviously proud. He goes on to tell me all about it even though I have no idea what he is talking about. Still, I like to watch his lips as he talks, the way they move slowly as the words are even slower. After looking over at me a few times during the conversation, he pretty harshly says, "I don't like to be stared at," though he does smile a little after."

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