Just One More • LS

One

I knock on the Tomlinson's door, hoping Lot's dreamy brother would answer. To my disappointment it was just Lottie, herself. She rolls her eyes as she sees my excitement fade.

"You're supposed to be my best friend, Harry," Lottie fake whined, opening the door wider.

She's one of the very few people who knows about my little crush, so she understands. But she doesn't at the same time.

"Lots you know I am, don't be clingy. All yours," I emphasized to her, jokingly about the all yours part. I brush past her, walking to fall face down on her couch.

You see, Charlotte and I have been soulmates, in the friend way, since like forever ago. From kindergarten up until now. We are now seniors in high school, this upcoming year. So basically forever. And I've basically been in love with the one and only Louis Tomlinson since then. If I didn't believe in love at first sight before I knew him, I do now. It started small but grew pathetic. I trip so hard over him.

Anyways, in school people always thought we were dating, because I hadn't came out. Even after I did people still thought we were a thing. We were that close.

Charlotte sits next to me and plays with my hair while she watches Yes To The Dress, or whatever it's called. Summer just started, so we don't have projects and what not, to occupy our precious time with.

So here I am, laying on the couch, watching this stupid show. Waiting for Lottie to get bored and want to do something, or better yet Louis coming home.

Jay isn't home so it's just us, she usually gets home later than Louis. That is if he comes straight home. Which sometimes he doesn't, much to my disappointment.

It's not like I know his schedule or anything. I definitely don't force Charlotte to send it to me. That would just be a little crazy.

I try and busy myself with my phone, but as soon as I try and do so. Charlotte wants to show me her new clothes, for summer. Her reasoning is; why else would I have a gay best friend?

Which I reply with, "I didn't even come out til freshman year."

She looks back at me and says, "Like we all didn't know. Now c'mon. Vamos!"

"That's the only word you know how to say in Spanish and you know it from Dora," I try and mumble quietly.

Of course she heard me, "I took three Spanish classes," she tried to correct me. But we all know she just day dreamed in that class.

So while she puts on her little fashion show, I wait near the window waiting for my love to pull up.

Lottie whines for my attention, "Harry!". I look at her and she's wearing this weird but low key cute blouse. It's red and white.

"That looks nice, but where would you wear it to?" I sound like a mom. Eying it, I would so rock that.

As she replies, I hear Louis pull up and I look out the window. I feel my stomach drop. Zayn got out of the car as well.

Zayn is Louis', no good for him, boyfriend. Lottie looks at me with pity all in her body language. I try and shake it off.

"You can't be disappointed if you knew something was going to happen, when it happens," I try and convince both of us, that I'm not as hurt as I really am.

You can hear Zayn's loud, annoying laughter. As I roll my eyes, I tell Lottie that I need to get home.

"Please don't leave me here with them," she pleas.

"'Mom is expecting me, plus I'll come back super early just to annoy my favorite girl in the whole world, tomorrow!"

I tell her I can see myself out, as I walk down stairs I smell something weird but ignore it. I continue until I'm faced real close to Louis. I can feel my heart speed up and my hands sweat.

But all he says is, "Woah mate, you almost crushed me."

I lowkey just want to stop breathing, in his presence.

I mumble my apologies and walk towards the front door, then I see him. Zayn Malik. I think about grabbing the nearest knife and putting it back down. Because I wouldn't last in prison. I'm too lavish.

I walk to my house, which is right down the road. Very convenient, if I look close enough with my binoculars I can see their house.

Of course I wouldn't dare do that. That's a little odd.

I walk in my house. Where I greeted and hugged my mom. She tells me dinner would be done soon. I simply lied and told her I already ate at Lottie's.

Next I head to my bed room and try to fall asleep, even though it's still evening, without thinking about the blue eyed boy.

Snooze