*Harry's POV*
I'm getting tired of being in this fucking house. Being stuck in London for a week was hell enough, now having to stay grounded in this house is even worse. The only thing being in London consisted of was sleepless nights, Matty having his random parties for no reason, and all the college whores that would try to get in my pants. I'd be lying if I said I actually wanted to fuck them, the only thing that would cross my mind whenever one would try to force herself on me was Louis. All the things I could be doing with Louis at that time, so many things. Even though Louis and I have only had sex about three times, it feels as though we've done it so many more times. Just thinking about his tiny frame under my dominance sets me on.
I have just three days to come up with a legitimate excuse to tell Louis why I haven't called him or come back home, at least he thinks I'm not back home. This whole week I've stayed in my room, catching up with all the work I have, I haven't even had time to go buy a new phone. It's only Saturday, so I have 'til tomorrow to go buy one before we return to school. And of course I'll be confronted by a pissed off Louis, although he looks so fucking hot whenever he's angry. The way his forehead crinkles and how his cheeks turn bright red, fascinate me.
I throw the books off my bed, watching them fall to the ground. All this shit is stressing me out, work, Louis, just everything. The only escape from all of this would be Louis, even though he's who I'm trying to avoid. I've been longing him so much these two weeks, I've been so close to barging into his house and lifting him in my arms, telling him how sorry I am and for how much I've missed him.
The clock hung up on the wall opposite of me reads that it's almost two in the afternoon. There's nothing I can do at home that will keep me entertained at all. I haven't gone out seeing that Louis and I might somehow bump into each other. Perhaps I'm just paranoid at this point. Going out once wouldn't hurt, besides what are the odds of me finding Louis out there.
Without putting any more thought into it, I stand up from my bed, slipping my boots on. The sooner I get a new phone the better. The mall closes at around six, if I get there now there won't be as many people rushing and shit.
"Are you done with your homework?" My mum asks as I run down the stairs. She sits in her armchair, reading the latest issue of her overprices magazine.
"I'll finish it when I get home. If you don't remember I still don't have a phone. Guess it's my job to go buy one myself don't you think?" I tease her. I asked her earlier on in the week to go buy me a new phone but according to her she doesn't have time.
"Be home no later than eleven. Give me a call as soon as you get your phone. Oh and while you're at it, buy some milk on your way back." Milk? I shake my head and escape the house for once, the one I've been locked into for the past week.
...
It's been a while since I stepped foot in this over populated building they call a mall. It's just like I remember it, full of slutty ass chicks trying to get some dick by wearing their short ass skirts and some over excited kids about video games next to the game store.
I look around the mall, taking it all in for once. The smell of the food court can be smelled from the outside of the building
I was wrong thinking the mall wouldn't be crowded since it's a Saturday and not a Sunday. It's crowded but not too crowded. I make my way to the store with the big bitten apple as a logo.
After waiting my turn at the overpriced phone store, I call my mum as promised.
"Hello?" Her voice is of confusion, obvious that she wouldn't recognize the new number.
"It's Harry, I'm on my-" I stare outside the stores window when I see a familiar beanie being worn by who I've been longing to see. "You know what, never mind I'll call you later." I hang up before my mum has any time to snap at me telling me to hurry up. My feet walk faster than intended at the sight of Louis, in spite the fact that the can't see me. He's standing in front of the window to the theater. He looks different? His hair is pulled back inside the beanie, and looks older somehow? Not any older than me but older than before. He still has that innocent face he had before but with more mature features. My eyes may be betraying me but by the looks of it he's even grown some stubble, something I can't do.
My heart beats faster and faster as I approach him, his back is to me so he can't see me yet. I don't even know what I'm doing but seeing him is overwhelming, so much I can't stand not taking the opportunity right then and there to tell him how much I've missed him.
Just as I'm a few feet away from him, I stop myself from going any further. I gulp when I realise he's not here alone. Along side him a rather tall, not as tall as me, guy stands next to him. Both of them look up at the screen where the names of the movies are shown. I'm far enough no to hear anything they're talking about, making me want to get close to eavesdrop.
The feeling I'm feeling inside me is the same feeling like when the Noah shit happened and the Lily thing. Louis couldn't have possibly forgotten about me in these two weeks and moved on, or could he? No. My mind forces me to believe that he would never be capable of such things. I can feel a knot in my throat when I see Louis pay for whoever the fucking prick he's with is.
Once they've gone inside the theater, I walk to the cashier.
"A ticket for the movie the two guys just got." I ask. I take out my wallet in an instance hurrying to catch up to them.
"One ticket for The Perks of Being a Wallflower it is." The what? I pay for the ticket, and hand it to the lady at the front door of the theater. She lets me in and I can see Louis and the guy paying for popcorn and candy. I wait for them to go one and enter the room where they're playing the movie.
This all feels creepy just following your boyfriend around observing his every move, I don't want to end up being the clingy boyfriend, hell no. Maybe I should let it slip.
They walk into the dark room and take a seat in the front the big screen, thank god. I think twice about going and sitting somewhere behind them where they can't see me. I'm turning into a fucking stalker for fuck's sake's. What the hell am I doing. I question myself before going and sitting down two rows behind them. I brace myself for anything I'm about to hear in the next hour and a half.
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The movies been playing for about thirty minutes, during the times I haven't eavesdropped on Louis, I've actually payed attention to the movie. There's a gay couple, very similar to me and Louis. I've been having to hear Louis' company spoil most of it though. He can't seem to shut the fuck up and watch the movie for once. Louis' only listened to whatever the fucker has to say but hasn't talked about anything in particular yet.
At last, Louis finally speaks up after the gay couple in the movie kiss.
"So Patrick and Brad are a thing?" I can hear Louis ask the guy.
"Yeah but just wait, things get a bit crazy later. Get this, they both get in a fight at school. Crazy shit between boyfriends. If they love each other so much why don't they just say it, no need to be afraid of anything." Way to spoil it.
"So you think there's nothing wrong with them, you know being gay?" Why the hell is Louis asking him that?
"Why would you ask that?" The guy, who I still don't have a name for, asks.
"No reason." Sure. I swear if Louis tries to pull one on him I. I take deep breaths controlling myself from doing something I'll regret.
It becomes silent for a couple minutes until Louis blurts out what I least expected.
"Do you know who Harry is?" Louis asks his companion. Why the hell would he know who I am?
"Styles? The one with the reputation." He answers back. No surprise there, everyone refers to me by my fucked up reputation.
"I'm sure his reputation is a lie, some guys just make it seem like it. Harry looks like a good guy." Louis' words make my heart sting, he still thinks that all of that shit is a lie. Only proving that Niall kept his promise about keeping his mouth shut.
"It's real alright." The guy huffs.
"Why do you say that Liam?" Liam? Are you fucking kidding me, out of all people this fucking guy is the one with Louis. I bite the inside of my cheek, making my fist into a ball under the theater chair knowing what's about to come out of his mouth. I swear everything comes back to haunt me, everything. Sam, and this stupid fucking reputation. Nothing will ever leave me alone, nothing will leave me and Louis alone for once. It's always something fucking with mine and Louis' relationship.
"He's the reason why me and my girlfriend broke up." Liam says, looking down. I can see Louis shaking his head in denial, refusing to believe what he's saying.
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