Chapter 2

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Please read: I actually haven’t written anything in almost a year, because of personal reasons I never really had the time or found the inspiration. It was hard writing the first chapter because frankly I had no idea what I was going to be writing about, but I’m going to really try to get back on my feet and focus on this story. I am a normal person, I eat, I sleep, I work and I have family and friends I like to spend time with. But I will try and upload whenever I can. If I don’t upload in under a week without warning, then I give you permission to phone someone.

Enjoy, L xo


Harry and I got out of the car and thanked the driver, telling him we’d be back in an hour. We'd just arrived at the mall and my mind was going crazy absolutely crazy with gift ideas for Zayn. It had to be something great!

"So, any ideas on a gift Lou?" Harry pulled his hood over his head and put on a pair of sunnies and I did the same, the last thing we want is a mob of fans attacking us. We needed to focus.

"Loads, but you know me, not exactly the best at giving gifts"

Harry laughs and I know we we’re both thinking back to the last time I got someone a gift on my own. 

"Oh come on, I'm sure Niall loved the cards!" Harry winked.

"Are you mental? I got him a pack of cards with clowns on them. He hates clowns!" I flick myself in the head, feeling stupid just remembering it.

"You may actually be the worst gift giver," Harry casually put his arm around me, not noticing my body tense and my eyes dart down to stare at my feet. "But today you have me. And I, my dear, am amazing" I look up to see him smiling down at me. I wink and we trot off into a nearby shop, keeping an eye out for anything Zayn might be the slightest bit interested in. 

I watched as Harry scans every shelf and clothes rack. Occasionally he'd find something interesting and pause, narrow his eyes, stare at the object for a good 20 seconds, turn away looking into the distance, obviously thinking hard, but then finally turning away and continuing on his search. It was kind of cute. In a friendly way though, it's not as if I find Harry cute. I'd find anyone who treated choosing a gift as a life depending decision cute. Wouldn't I? 

I was inspecting a couple of mugs with witty sayings on them when out of nowhere someone grabbed my arm. My head shot up to see the girl from the register looking up at me, eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

“Louis? You’re Louis Tomlinson!” she whispered, careful not to let anyone else hear. I simply nodded, taking off my hood and glasses. A huge smile spread across her face and her grip loosened on my arm. “And that’s Harry Styles?!” Her eyes were now locked on a tall curly headed boy wandering around the shop. I nodded for the second time. Once again our disguises had failed.

“Ohmagawd! Larry Stylinson is out shopping!” Her arm had dropped from my side and was now covering her mouth, remembering to stay quiet. I laughed at the nickname. Larry Stylinson: the bromance. I’d read about it everywhere, fans went crazy over the bond Harry and I had. Some of them even suggesting it were a little more. Harry and I usually brush it off; we know where our relationship is at the moment. ‘Fans can fantasise all they want; Louis and I are just best mates. That’s it’ I remember Harry saying in an interview once. At the time it hadn’t bothered me, I hadn’t even thought about it. I had just patted him on the back and nodded in agreement. But now, for some reason, looking back on it I don’t feel so okay with it. What if the fans weren’t just fantasizing? Would Harry have a problem if it became anything more? I was suddenly offended by the thought.

Wait, what am I thinking? Of course I want to be best mates! That’s all I need, that’s all I think of us! I’d been so lost in thought I hadn’t noticed Harry come to my side and greet the girl, still covering her mouth like she was about to blurt out her own stomach or something. I glance over at Harry; he had his glasses on his head and his hood was down, he also had a pen and was signing his name on a small notepad. His curls falling over his face, but still revealing his green eyes. He looked so lovely from this side. His slips slightly curled and that clean shaved creamy skin looking as pure as always.

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