I Wished I Said It (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 11 Part B

  Something that Zayn was always envious of.  

Zayn sighed heavily and continued on with the questions, appreciating the small talk they shared and the moment Zayn will treasure as something special.  

Because it was Liam. Basically the guy of his dreams.  

*

  Louis' teeth chattered as he waited for anyone to pass by on the road so he could at least hitch a ride.  

A few moments ago, he was thrown out of the library because his loud, really loud, snoring disturbed the librarian that Louis swore hated him. She basically called Louis a twat for his presence, except she had said it with a polite tone and wise words. It wasn't like Louis was dumb enough to not understand what she meant, sheesh.  

But anyways, while he was walking through the thick inches of snow (silently grumbling that that mean old hag can go rot if she wanted), he finally glanced up from the pure white floor to see that his car was trapped in a pile of snow. The wheels weren't even visible and neither was the driver's door window.   He cursed and banged his hand on the roof of it and marched to the front of the public building, a scowl twisting on his face.  

There, Louis remained for at least half an hour, breath shuddering from the coldness filling in his lungs and the tips of his fingertips were turning a purple-blue. And instead of running back indoors or covering himself up to warm up his body a bit, he growled, pulling the beanie further down on his head.  

That was until he saw a glimpse of two tiny headlights coming up the empty white road. Slowly, the lights became larger and soon a familiar black auto was parked right in front of the shivering Louis who wore a questioning gaze.  

The window was pulled down and a stranger with bright ginger hair popped his head out.  

"Hey! You must be Louis?"  

Louis looked at him.   "And who are you?"   The stranger blinked, grinned widely, and parted his lips to introduce himself when he was interrupted by a husky, deep voice from the other seat in the car.  

"Louis, just get in the damn car." Harry muttered.   The boy with blue-eyes lowered himself to be at the same height as the window and peered inside with a cold stare.  

"Why are you here?" He snapped, eyebrows furrowed.  

"What does it seem like? I'm here to pick you up, you arse."  

"Oi! No swearing!" The stranger interjected, lightly glaring at Harry but turning his attention back to Louis afterwards.  

Harry chuckled, making Louis' heart flutter. But just a tiny bit. Like really tiny because it didn't make him go warm all over. That would be just pathetic. Seriously. 

  "So are you gonna get in or what?" The ginger-headed guy said, smiling politely.  

"I guess so.."   "Look, it's either a yes or a no." Harry grunted, glancing at his car window with disinterest as if Louis was boring him completely.

  Louis huffed and uttered, "No."   The ginger man frowned and Harry sighed, frustrated.

  "Alright then. I'll just leave you in the cold then." He said, gripping his gear stick and pulling it downward.  

An suddenly it started to move back on the street, leaving Louis all alone, in the cold. In the freezing cold. Where he could die. And maybe no one would find him. And it will all be his fault because he was too stubborn to say yes. And-  

"Wait! Hold up! Stop the car! Stop the damn bloody car!"

 *  

"You alright there, Lou?"  

Louis scowled at the stranger, who he has finally learnt that his name was Ed, and turned back to the window.

  Ed sighed and scratched the back of his head. "I guess that's no."  

Harry laughed. Ed wasn't a bad guy. Quite enjoyable and fun to be around. Harry and the ginger-headed lad exchange the same types of jokes, each finding each rather hilarious (which in reality they really weren't, they just shared the same type of humor which wasn't really funny at all, kind of corny to be honest). Music taste was very familiar, almost identical, and style too. (Just that Harry liked to dress more than Ed who always picked for the random hoodie and sneakers)  

They could be brothers, in fact. But you know, with a different everything that involved physical appearance.   

*

  The long ride was silent apart from the faint sound of the radio.  

Harry looked up at his rear-view mirror, spying on Louis' calm figure that was seated, sleeping peacefully. He couldn't help but adore the way his chest rose and fell evenly or the fact that his rosy lips were parted perfectly in a sleepy pout. His caramel hair was tousled from tossing and turning his head on the seat and kept giving out small pants that were almost inaudible.  

"Mate, you okay there?" Ed patted Harry's shoulder, noticing his fix on Louis.   Harry snapped out of his trance, darting his eyes quickly back on the road, struggling to keep the butterflies in his stomach tamed and the soft maroon colour bland by distracting himself with other thoughts.   

"Y-Yeah." He croaked, stealing one more glance at Louis who stirred a bit and murmured something.   Ed studied him.  

There must be a reason as to why he has to give Harry acting classes.  

*

  Exams were dreadful and dragged on for what seemed like forever. Everyday once you thought you had finished it all, the next day comes up and drops you a whole new package of untouched exam booklets. And it went like this for numerous bloody weeks.

  Louis yawned, lazily glancing at Liam who was clawing at his grey sweatshirt nervously. They had just finished a packet and were now heading off to go home and rest. But Louis couldn't just ignore the fact that Liam will now transform into this worrying lost puppy who will distress himself over the questions he doubted himself on in the thick packet and then scram to the school library to check and then give a huge sigh of relief because he gave in the correct answer.  

That's how Liam is.

    Louis rolled his eyes and laughed softly as imagined it all in his head.  

When it was time to part their ways, Liam spoke up.  

"Look, I know it's been a really long time since we ever hung out but how about this weekend we go out to a carnival?" He smiled.  

"Well sure! These bloody exams are ticking me off so yeah." Louis smiled back, sweetly, eyes crinkling up at the corners.  

And let's just say Harry never saw that. That he wasn't flaring up in bright red or that his hands were balled into tight fights that shook in fierce anger. To never mention that in that moment he wanted to murder someone, strangle them violently and throw them carelessly on the ground, no sense of thought in his blank mind. And just forget the horrifying possessive side that shone out visibly on Harry. No, let's just all pretend that it never happened and say it was just your mere imagination.  

*

  Not everything was perfect the next day.

 Speculative questions have arose on the news about Louis and Harry.

Something going on about not seeing them often as usual and that they may have possibly broken up? It was buzzing about in every place that held gossip in the form of a book, spreading everywhere until Louis' family had finally caught up with it.

Something that made Louis' father call him in and Harry too, giving them a new scheme to play out. Something that will catch everyone off guard. Gasps will be heard and whispers will be passed down. Because it was finally time.

The Engagement.   

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