Hellllllo! This is my first Larry Stylinson Oneshot. And if you're going to complain about how they're just best friends and that this is disgusting then you're arugument is invalid and you can take your shit somewhere else and complain. Your presence is not needed. nor wanted here, and your comment will be deleted.
I will probably be making more Larry One Shots in the future so be happy about that ;) Okay I'm done! Love you readers. Byeeee. Don't forget to comment, vote, and fan! I love the feedback, especially since this shit took me the longest to write! Kay bye :)
Don't Leave Out A Single Detail: Rated: PG-13 Contains boy on boy action. Read at your own risk. Every frigment of this story is fictional and may or may not be real. ©All Rights Reserved. Learning2BeHappy2013.
Louis and Harry. Harry and Louis. Haz and Boo. Boo and Haz. Nothing was different. Everything was exactly the same. Until he came. And Louis wasn’t too fond of change."
"Harry! Harry!" Louis shouted, running down the hall to catch his bestfriend of since fourth grade, attention. He shoved innocent bystanders out the way to get to the floppy mess of curls and cheeky dimples, receiving multiple 'what the fucks?' in which he simply replied to with a flipping of the bird. Most students didn't respond, aware of Louis' strange behaviors.
Harry chuckled and turned around towards the voice, to be immediately be attacked by a blue and white striped shirt boy. Harry staggered a bit as Louis latched himself on the younger boy's back, restraining him from moving any further. “Haz!” The boy with the chestnut colored hair, which was currently covered in a green beanie, and black thick rimmed glasses spoke.
Harry shrugged Louis off of him, and gripped him by his waist to contain some of his energy. Well enough so that he could at least share his news with Harry. There really was no possible way of containing Louis Tomlinson's energy. "Yes Lou?"
Louis panted trying to regain his breath. He had been trying to catch the cheeky lad since second period, when he received the oh-so-exciting news. "There's. Something. I. Had. To. Tell. You." he panted. 'I really need to get in shape' he thought to himself.
Harry raised his eyebrows as if saying 'continue', his grin still very clearly present. He couldn't help it. Louis brought out the best for him....and the worse. The best as in all the mushy feelings and shudders and the worse as in… bad stuff. Like stupid ideas that Lou had, but managed to convince Harry to go along with because, come on, he’s irresistible.
"Well, there's-" Louis started.
Harry Styles, report to the Principal's office, immediately. Immediately.
Harry chuckled, looking up at one of the various speakers hung in the hallway. Students looked at him, shaking their heads in shame, but also chuckling. He was quite the troublemaker, with or without Louis.
"Awh! Haz! What'd you do?" Louis groaned, but grinned at Harry's frequencies of delinquent behavior.
"Nothing too harmful. I'll catch you at lunch though, yeah?"
"Yeah." Louis sighed, staring dreamily in Harry's exotic green eyes. They were so captivating. So… intriguing. He could never settle on one word to describe Harry’s eyes. They were just indescribable.
"Uhm. Yeah." Harry smiled, remembering that his large hands were gripped on Lou's waist. He awkwardly let go of Lou's waist, and stepped backwards with a rosy cheeks and an embarrassed grin. "Okay well I'm just going to uhm… go that way." Harry stuttered, pointing in the direction of the main office with his thumb, cheeks still red.
Louis nodded, smirking at Harry's odd behavior. "Okay, bye."
"Uhm… b-bye." Harry finalized, shuffling to the main office with a stupid grin on his face. 'If only Louis knew what he did to me' He thought and sighed, walking in the direction of the office to face the wrath of Principal Walsh.
~
After being scolded from Principal Walsh and emitted with, yet another, warning, Harry was let free to go to fourth period. He was too smart for them to kick him out.
Harry hated fourth period. It was one of the three classes he didn't have with Louis. Louis. If Harry hadn't met Louis, he probably would've become some weird nerd with glasses, who wore sweater vest and had his hair sleeked back all the time. He was...everything to Harry... Not that he'd ever tell him that! He'd probably think that Harry was some weird queer and never talk to him again. And he'd rather secretly fawn and crush over Louis secretly, than have him hate him publicly.
Harry walked into his A.P. English class, and took his regular seat in the back. Most people thought it was because he was a delinquent, and that delinquents always sat in the back of the room, but that wasn't true at all. It was because he was alone in the back. And when he was alone, he could focus better. Although he would rather not be lonely, it just had to be that way.
As the teacher walked in, Harry reached down and began pulling out his necessary supplies for the class. Suddnely, the door opened and the entire room got quiet. Except for Harry, whose attention was focused on his blue ball point pen that managed to roll all the way to the front of the room. Great. Just Great. Harry thought, getting up to capture the pen. The pen rolled to a stop as hit a pair of brown boots. Harry looked up to face a pair of brown eyes and quiffed hair.
"Hi." The raspy, but enchanting voice spoke.
"Hi." Harry said.
"Hello Lads." The teacher spoke waving her hands, making the boys snap out of their trance. "Harry. This is the new student, Nick." Nick. Nick waved to the class, with a grin on his face.
"Hi, erm… Harry." He stuck his hand out.
"Hi." Harry breathed out, still in a daze. Everything felt so enchanting with Nick.
Nick awkwardly put his hand down when he realized Harry wasn't going to shake it. Harry shook his head, awaking from his state, and looked up. "Oh sorry." He giggled, making Nick laugh. He held out his hand, in which Nick politely shook it making both boys grinning.
Maybe he wouldn't be alone after all.
~
"Bye Niall." Louis chuckled and waved at his bubbly blonde friend who began walking the opposite way of him. Fourth period had been the best period so far. Niall was crazy and weird, but in a good way.
Louis skipped to the cafeteria, overjoyed to see Harry. He didn't know why, but he did. And it made him feel all fuzzy and warm inside, which was very strange for him, but not rare. He enjoyed being in Harry’s presence. It made him happy. A lot more happier than it should’ve, but there was really nothing he could do about it.
When he entered, his eyes scanned the cafeteria for the brunette and instantly spotted him. He shuffled over to his regular table with Harry to see something unusual. There was Harry and a quiffed haired boy there. And he didn't like it one bit. He didn't know why but he didn't. With narrowed eyes, he walked over to the table. He ran a hand through Harry's silky curls before sitting across from the two and forcing a smile.
HARRY'S P.O.V
I felt a warm hand run through my curls making me shudder in delight. I instantly knew who it was. I smiled up at him and then he sat down in front of me, instead of next to me... Odd. Oh right! It was because Nick was sitting by me...Nick. Nick was so-
"Hey, Haz. Who's this?" Louis reached across the table and clutched onto my hand.
"This is um...um…um..." Why couldn't focus? Oh right, because Louis was holding my hand. Fucking holding my hand! Voluntarily! It was just weird because I always initiated the little touches, that he probably considered friendly, but now he was holding my hand! As if he was trying to seduce me! Oh get a grip, Harry. Louis will never like you that way. Cool out.
"I'm Nick." Nick chuckled at me and held out his hand for Louis to shake. Louis let go of my hand to shake Nick's and forced a smile. Why couldn’t he use his other hand? And why is he acting all weird of a sudden. You’re the one acting weird, creeping over your “best friend”. Right.
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry. This is Nick. He's the pretty awesome new kid. He's in my fourth period class and in our eight period biology class too. He's also in my second period too, but I was too busy getting yelled at, to find out." I babbled and Nick chuckled. I could see Louis getting bored so I stopped. I wonder what I did to make him upset with me. But he can't be upset right? Because he just held my hand... I'm being paranoid. I should stop.
"Oh cool." Lou smiled. The table got really quiet and awkward. I looked back and forth between the two boys; Louis flipping his fringe from out of his eyes and Nick picking with his nails. Why wasn't anybody saying anything?
"Well," Louis said loudly and clapped his hands together, standing up. "I promised my friend Eleanor I would help her with some yearbook shit," Nick chuckled. "So I'll see you later?" Eleanor? Who's Eleanor? I've never heard of her before. I frowned, earning a confused look from Louis.
"Of course." Nick smiled politely. Who the heck is Eleanor?!
"You're not going to eat, boo?" I whispered, making myself at the blush at the end. Even though I was strangely concerned about this Eleanor chick, I was more worried about my Louis’ well-being. And yes, he is MY Louis. No he’s not.
He smiled big at me, making my hearts skip one...or two beats. "I'm afraid not. I'll see you later." he winked at me and waved at Nick before heading out the cafeteria.
"So Nick, where are yo-"
"Harry, I have a confession." Where’d that come from?
"Okay...?" I said, chuckling. This was pretty random.
"I'm gay." I froze. "I just wanted to let you know, unless you were like homophobic or something." No. The exact opposite actually... “And I’m not going to pretend to act like someone I’m not just to-“
"It’s Okay. I get it." I said slowly. "Well I guess I have a confession then, too."
"Yeah?" He smiled. I can't believe I was going to trust this guy that I just met my biggest secret. Something I haven’t even told Louis about! …Well not that I’d ever tell Louis this.
"I'm bisexual. Well closet bisexual… And I'm kind of in love with Louis, but-"
"I knew it!" Nick grinned big, throwing his hands in the air. "Oh. Sorry." He said as eyes started to fall on us.
"What? How'd you know?" Was I really that obvious?
"You're kinda obvious." I guess so. "Okay, so now I’m going to make it my personal mission to get you two together." WHAT? "You guys would be the perf-"
"No, no, no, no, no, no. Don't do that! Louis will hate me. He doesn't even like me like that-"
"I can beg to differ." I sighed and frowned. Nick was becoming a pain. "The guy was practically glaring at me the entire time." Nick exclaimed, smirking. I ran a hand through my curls.
"No. He was just curious about who you were." I tried to convince Nick...and myself. Louis wouldn’t be jealous of Nick, right?
"Bullshit." I gasped. "He likes you! I know it. Just wait."
"Nick, please. Just don't. Please."
"Okay." he sighed, but still had a mischievous glint in his eye. Good.
I ate some of salad before Nick spoke up again. "I'm sorry. I can't not, not do something." He said before jumping up and grabbing me, dragging me God knows where. “C’mon!”
"Nick!!!"
~
Eighth period rolled around quickly, which it means that it was near the end of the day. Nick and Harry (More Nick than Harry) had been planning schemes to get the two together.
"This plan better work Nick. If he ends up hating me for-" Harry started, frowning.
Nick crossed his arms, smirking. "It'll work. Trust me."
Harry huffed out a big breath as he and Nick split apart, Nick taking his seat at the front of the room like planned and Harry sitting in his normal seat, waiting for Louis.
LOUIS' P.O.V
I entered the classroom and immediately spotted my best friend set up at our regular work station, with no sign of Nick. This should be a good period. “Hey Hazza.” I sat my books down near my stool.
"Hello Louis." I narrowed my eyes at him. Since when did he call me Louis?
"You okay, Haz?"
"Just Peachy." He mumbled, scribbling something on his note pad. Why is he acting so distant? I frowned and looked up just in time to see Mr. Higgins walking in.
"Good Afternoon Students, I see you’re happy to know this is last period." The class cheered. "But we still have to finish project so get out your supplies. You have two jobs. On person has to be the observer and the other will be the dissector."
“Which do you want to be, Haz?”
"Mr. Higgins?" He completely ignored me.
"Yes Harold?" That’s not his name, I growled internally. I hated when people called him that.
"Would it be okay if I switched partners for this assignment?" What?
"Sure, is there a reason?" What?
"I think I would be more focused if I had a different partner." He said. What? Mr. Higgins looked in between us both and shrugged.
"Fair enough. Come sit up here with Nick. Eleanor, you'll be Louis' partner." I watched as Harry gathered his stuff, and walked up to a grinning Nick. Eleanor soon came to take his place.
What.
The.
Hell.
I couldn’t help but glare at the pair all through the assignment, receiving multiple “Pay attention, Louis” from Eleanor. I couldn’t control my snares or growling or huffs when Nick when touch Harry’s thigh or when Harry would giggle at something Nick said. Why was he acting like this?
Harry zoomed out of eighth period as soon as the bell rung, and I was determined to ask him what the fuck was up. . "Have a nice afternoon students." Mr. Higgins said, waving and gathering his belongings as well. I quickly gather my things too.
"Bye El. Text me later, yeah?"
"Of course! Bye Loubear!" Eleanor was quite gorgeous, but I didn't like her that way. She was like a little sister to me.
When I finally exited the class, Harry was nowhere to be seen, not even by his locker, and we always met at his locker. I went to my locker and grabbed and put away my things. I really wante- needed to catch Harry before he left. He was probably leaving with Nick. I don't know why, but I really didn't like that guy. He made me feel all fiery and hot, and not in a good way. The bad way; in which you just wanted to rip a guy’s head off.
When I exited the school, I immediately spotted Harry. "Harry, Harry!" I called after him, like this morning, except this time he was speeding up.
"Harry!" I grabbed him by his shoulder and swiveled him around to face me. He looked flustered and kept his gaze to the ground. I tilted his chin up. "Why are you ignoring me?" I whispered, staring into his ivory green eyes, and holding his soft chin up, delicately. He looked down. "Look at me Harry!" He looked at me briefly. "What did I do? Why are you cross with me?"
"Shit. I knew this wasn't going to work." He whispered. What?
"What wasn't going to work?" His eyed widened. He backed away. I grabbed his wrist quickly. "What wasn't going to work, Haz?"
"Don't call me that." He shot, making me jump. Shrugging away from my wrist, he began walking backwards. "I've got to get home"
"I can give you a ride. I always do." I whispered hoarsely, on the edge of tears. What did I do to make him hate me? I don't remember doing anything... Maybe it was because I wasn't nice enough to Nick... Nick... He did this! Haz- I mean, Harry. Harry wasn't like this until now.
"Nick is giving me a ride. See you later, Louis." That hurt most.
~
HARRY'S P.O.V
"It's not working Nick. I hurt him. He probably hates me now." I spoke into the receiver, on the edge of tears.
"No he doesn't. Just stick to the plan." He convinced. The doorbell rang.
"Fine. Wait, somebody is at the door."
"Kay." I sat my phone down on the kitchen counter and went to open the front door. I straighten out my beanie and wiped my eyes a little. I had on sweatpants, a white tee, and a gray beanie that belonged to Louis...Louis... but he left it over my house. I didn't look presentable, but ohh well. I was love sick, that was a good enough excuse.
The person knocked again. "Coming." I called. I opened up the door and my eyes widened and before I tried to slam it back, the person stuck their foot in the door at the nook of time. "Louis, what're you doing here?"
"Harry, let me in." Why didn't I look through the door hole first? Idiot.
"I can't. I'm not allowed to have guests when my mother is not home." I spoke, crossing my arms. Stay cool.
"Harry Edward Styles, I've been coming here since I was in fourth grade, don't shit with me." He narrowed his eyes.
LOUIS' P.O.V
"Sorry." He said before pushing the door shut, very swiftly, catching me off guard. He did not just shut the door in my face? Oh, he is soooo going to get it when we makeup. I said that like we were dating...Which we weren't...But it'd be cool though, since we already had pet names and stuff. What am I even talking about? The guy hates me and I'm thinking of us dating. I’m pretty pathetic.
I pulled out my phone and dialed Gemma's number. "Hello?" she called. Gemma was Harry’s older sister, and was like my older sister, too. I practically grew up with her and she gave the best advice.
"Hey Gem?"
"What's up, Lou?"
"Harry slammed the door in my face, will you come let me in." I pouted, even though no one could see.
"Uh oh. Larry problems." Larry?
"Who the fuck is Larry?"
I could feel her glare through the phone. The Styles siblings did not like swear words. "It’s you and Harry’s names combined. Since I talk about you guys a lot with my friends they're kind of obsessed with you guys' relationship." I chuckled. Oh Gem…
"Okay. That's not weird at all.” She giggled. “ Can you just open the door?"
"Oh, yeah. Bye."
A few moments later, Gemma appeared in the door way. "So what'd you do?"
"Nothing. He just hates me." I whimpered. This is probably why he hates me. Because I'm so pathetic and pitiful. "Maybe I should go." I started.
"He doesn’t hate you. And you aren’t going anywhere. You are going to go upstairs and make up with him. Now!" She pointed towards the cream staircase with the wooden banister. They had a pretty average family home; four bedrooms, two bathrooms, a kitchen, a dining room, a living room, a laundry room, and a furnished basement. "And hurry. My friends are coming over, and they want to see Larry happy." I smiled.
"Fine." I chuckled. I trudged up the stairs very slowly, taking one step at a time.. This is a bad idea, I know it. I looked back at Gemma and pouted.
"Go!"
"Okay, Okay." I murmured. I finally reached outside of Harry's door. 'Just open it, Louis.' I convinced myself.
I can’t
You can
No. I’ll just make him even more upset with me.
Go.
I knocked lightly on the door and slightly opened it with my eyes clenched closed, very tightly. “Haz, I’m sorry.” I walked in a little. “Please don’t be mad at me.” I walked in fully and shut the door. “Please. Say something.” I finally opened my eyes to see him lying on his bed, faced the wall, with his earphones in his ear. He didn’t even hear me.
Finally, I had enough. I jumped on his bed and pulled his earphones out of his ear. “What’d you do that for?” he complained. I took his phone and through it on one of his nearby bean bag chairs. “Louis!” He pushed my hands away and grabbed them, pinning them over his head. I was basically straddling him now, but I didn’t care. I needed to know what was wrong with my Hazza.
“Look Harry! Whatever I did, I’m sorry. I’m so, so, so sorry. But we never argue or fight and I don’t know what’s wrong with you, because you won’t tell me. And you always tell me.” He reached up and wiped away one of the tears that was unknowingly falling down my cheeks. “Harry, what’s wrong? What did I do?”
“Nothing, Boo.” He whispered, barely audible. And that’s when I broke. I collapsed on his chest and broke out into hysterics. I’m so stupid. And pathetic. And weird. Why isn’t he pushing me off? I need to leave, but I can’t.
“I’m sorry, Harry.” I whispered over and over, while he continuously stroked my hair, and clutched me close to him. It continued like that until I fell into a blissful darkness. This was how it should be.
(They aren’t made up yet. Don’t get too excited.)
…..
I woke up in a familiar but unfamiliar bed. I stretched and sat up and then took in my surroundings. Harry’s room. Harry’s bed. No Harry? I yawned and pulled my phone out of my left pocket. I can’t believe I fell asleep on him. He probably thinks I’m really weird now. But he didn’t pull away…
I checked my phone and I had 42 missed calls from my mom, 31 from Lottie, 10 from Fizzy, and loads of texts. I decided to call Lottie. It rang once…twice…
“Hey Lottie.”
“LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON.”
“Good morning to you too.” I chuckled.
“Its 9:36p.m. Your school lets out at 3. You haven’t called, texted, emailed, tweeted, or anything to us saying, ‘Hey, I’m fine guys. Don’t worry about me.’ Mom has been freaking out and has been bitching about it to me and me to Fizzy-“
“Cool out Lottie. I’m sorry for worrying you. I went to Harry’s and fell asleep. I’m sorry.” I explained.
“It’s okay.” She breathed.
“So will you tell Mom I’m okay, and that I’ll be home soon?”
“Hell no. You can face her wrath all by yourself.” Fuck.
“Please Lottie. I’ve had the day from hell. Please Lottie.” I whimpered. There was a long pause.
“Fine. But you’ll owe me BIG time.”
“Thank you, Lots. Love you loads. Byeee.”
“Bye, Lou. Be safe. Love you.” She hung up.
I stood up and stretched once more before leaving Harry’s room and going to search for him. I walked down the stairs and into the living room to see a bunch of fit girls sitting on the couch and watching a movie. I straightened out my clothes and flipped my fringe before walking completely in the living room.
“Hello, ladies.”
“Hi Louis.” They all chorused and waved. Wait, how did they all know my name? I arched a brow.
“Wait. Are you guys the Larry shippers Gemma was talking about?” I groaned as they all giggled and nodded. “Well then you guys re some weird chicks.”
They giggled again before one really hot blond spoke up, “We know.” I shook my head and laughed before Harry walked in from the kitchen and looked at them. He had a huge bowl of popcorn in his hands.
“Gemma told me to give this to you guys.” He smiled, handing the bowl to a fit dark skinned girl. They chorused a ‘thanks’ before he looked up and notice I was standing there. Everyone’s eyes were looking between the two of us.
“Harry.” I said, all of my attention was now focused on him. Were we ‘made up’? He immediately turned around and walked back into the kitchen. Guess not. I huffed and pinched the bridge of my nose.
“Go after him.” A brunette whispered and the rest of girls nodded in agreement. I forgot they were here.
“Yeah?” I whispered unsure.
“Yeah!” Okay. I will. I walked in the kitchen to see Gem and Harry having a silent conversation to themselves.
“Harry,” His head snapped up to my voice. “We need to talk.”
“No we don’t. There’s nothing to talk about.” He turned around, trying not to face me.
“Y-“ I started.
“Yes, you do.” Gemma cut me off. “And you both will do it now.” Gemma said grabbing his arm and shoving him into the laundry room. Suddenly, two girls were pushing me forward into the laundry room too.
“And you’ll be in here until you are best friends again… Or more.” A red head said, making both of us blush and the other girls giggle.
“Goodbye.” Gemma said, closing the door.
“Gemma!” Harry shouted, twisting at the knob.
“It’s no point. The lock is on the other side. Remember, they changed it because we ran and locked ourselves in here to get out of trouble for breaking your mom’s vase? And when we came out, they switched the knob around?”
“Oh yeah.” He said, chuckling. “We stayed in here for hours and then had to leave because I had to piss and you were really hungry.”
I smiled. “Yeah.”
And then it got really quiet.
“Look, Harry. I’m sorr-“
“God, Lou! I’m not mad at you! Stop apologizing! There’s nothing to be fucking sorry for!” He yelled, making me jump. “I’m sorry for being in love with you! I knew this fucking plan wouldn’t work! ” He instantly covered his mouth. Whaaa?
“Harry, I-“
“Look Boo, I love you. God, I love you so much it hurts. I’ve been denying it and keeping it to myself for, forever because I knew you wouldn’t feel the same. But somehow, Nick found out. And he suggested maybe if I became distant with you or tried to make you jealous with him, you might fall in love with me in some weird sinister way. But you didn’t, and I knew it was a fucked up plan from the start-“ Since when did Harry curse?
“Hazzy-”
“-but I went along with it because, maybe, just maybe you’d fall in love with me. But you won’t, and all I did was hurt you, which made you probably hate me. And you probably never will because I will never be good enough for you. And after this, I bet you’ll run away from me like I’m some creepy freak, because I am, because I’ve been crushing over my ‘best friend’ who thought I was trying to be friendly with all my subtle touches and whispers . And I’ll be all alone, well with Nick… until he finds someone who he loves and they’ll be able to love him back unconditionally and then-“
“Harry.”
“I’ll probably turn Goth, and wear black and shit, and cut all my hair off, and cut myself knowing that I would never get you to love me. And you’ll get old and marry Eleanor and have a gazillion kids. And you probably won’t even ask me to your best man because I’ll look to freaky with short black hair and cuts all up and down my arms-“
“Hazzabear.”
“-and then I’ll die. And no one would even care. Because they’d be too happy to care.”
“Are you done yet, Haz?”
“Yes, I think so.” He nodded, not bothering to wipe his tears.
I grip him by his waist and hip thrust him against the wall. I took his chin delicately in between my fingers and began to trace his lips with my index finger, my eyes trying to capture every detail of him. Every blemish, freckle, scar, everything…
“Lou…”He says, barely audible over the tears flowing down. “I’m so sorry. This is pathetic. It’s my fault. You should go.” I take my fingers, and trace his tears, never looking away from his hypnotic green pools. I could see the specs of blue and brown outlining his pupil. My index finger swipes over his thin pink lips, making his breath hitch, but I don’t dare to look away. I tilt his chin gently. “Boo, what’re you doing?” he whispers, his warm breath spreads across my lips, urging me to move faster.
“Shhh.” Is what I say before molding our lips together. And then time stops. And everything that you could possibly read from the indubitably cliché romance books happens. The fireworks, the sparks, everything happened as he starts to move his lips against mine. And it feels like magic.
When he pulls away, I open my eyes to look at two big green ones flowing with so many emotions running through them. Too quickly for me to read them. “Harry, I”
“Are you guys okay now?” The door swings open, and out appears a smiling Gemma. Harry pulls away from me faster than I can blink and I almost whimper at the loss of contact. What, he was warm.
“Yes.” He whispers, about three octaves higher than his normal voice. I look away from him with my pouty lips to see Gemma smirking. Damn her. He clears his throat before speaking again. “We’re fine.”
“Good.” She smiles big. “Would you like to come watch the movie with us? We’re watching Iron Man 3.”
I was about to reply yes before my phone buzzed. I pulled it out and it was a text from Lottie saying that my mom would be here in 5. “Um actually, I have to go. Harry, walk me out?”
“Uhm… sure.” He says, Gemma moves out the way so we could make our way to the front door, the smirk still evident on her face.
We walk through the living room to get to the door and I wave to the girls who were now in their pajamas. “Bye ladies.”
“BYE LOUIS!” They all scream making me chuckle.
When we step outside, I immediately see my mum’s car. Harry turns to me and scratches the back of his neck, shyly. “Uhm…so… I’ll-“
I cut him off by grabbing his face and planting my lips on his briefly, wanting to feel the sparks once more. I pull away and stroke his cheeks lightly, smiling hugely up at him, since he was slightly taller than me. “I’ll see you tomorrow, Haz.” I peck his lips once more before shuffling down the stairs and getting in my mum’s car, leaving a star struck Harry on his porch.
“Hey Mum.”
“Louis William Tomlinson, you are in sooooo much trouble.” I know. “And you have sooooo much to explain.” I know. “And don’t you leave out a single detail.”