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Look I know this wasn't updated as fast as I said and WANTED trust me I did. But for personal reasons I just couldn't. Hope you all understand 🙂, as I do love writing etc. So thank you for being patient.
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Harry's eyes flickered open, expecting to see the brightness from the sun, and to hear the birds, but instead it was dark and there were no birds, but crickets.
Frowning he looked around, his body ached when there wasn't Louis in the room. "Louis?" He whispered, but alas there was no reply. Huffing he swung his legs out of bed... why did Louis go?
Harry was so confused.
Carrying on to the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and washed his face- he just felt so dirty. After he had finished drying his face he went and popped his head round his mums bedroom and saw his mother snoring softly with her duvet half on and half off her body. Smiling he turned towards the stairs and crept downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible.. is it even possible on a set of creaky floor boards? He thought to himself as he got to the bottom of the stairs. Silence. Pure silence. He knew Louis wouldn't have been down here, but his hopes were high for some odd reason, and the realisation of the certainty of no Louis, made his heart sink. As he went back upstairs his mind started to race, so many things to think about from what happened while Louis was here, from Louis getting an erection to saying he liked Harry. It was strange to hear them words and the butterflies that followed made Harry wonder whether it was a good thing or bad- but his heart told him good.
Harry thought it was strange that Louis knew all what he did, but Harry so little. It made him feel stupid. Frowning out of his thoughts he put on his PJ's and pulled the duvet over him and turned on his TV, Baywatch, lighting up the screen, with a resume or two minutes to the end. Harry groaned.
"If your gunna watch it that much, you may as well watch it all!!" He chucked slightly thinking of Louis- trying to imagine what he would say. All the while not understanding why everything he did he looked for some type of gratitude. Shaking his head he came out of Baywatch and pulled up one of his favourite films and turned it on- twilight, breaking dawn, part one-of course. In Harry's opinion part one was the best, as it was so beautiful, although he felt that up until today he never understand what was happening properly, but it never mattered anyway- as he was more interested with what was going on with the plants and the werewolves- which in his opinion, were way better than the vampires, obviously. They were so fluffy and adorable, with big eyes. Harry swooned over their cry, he wanted to just pick them up and take them home.
Watching the film, this time Harry felt like he understood it more. As Bella and Edward kisses on the wedding, Harry pointed out that they liked each other with a smile, just like Louis liked him- he then proceeded to ask himself questions like:
"I wonder if she has an erection, like me and Louis did?"
"He will definitely have an erection."
"Why is he sat on top of her and not like me and Louis?"
"Oh I don't get it"
In the end Harry had gave up and turned it off, it turned out he didn't know as much as he thought he knew. Turning over he tried to go to sleep, closing his eyes, for ten minutes felt like three hours, so when he opened then he expected light but the same darkness swamped the room. Huffing he sat up and picked up his phone, reading the screen, to see if he had any texts.
There was a text from Louis and Niall. He frowned automatically reading Niall's name as a suggestion through iMessage- he didn't even know how he got his number, he was mean. End of. He made Harry's life hell from a very young age, in first year of primary school Niall made him pee his pants and told everyone in his class. Eventually, everyone called him yellow trousers up until year three. Harry hated it.
Sighing he opened the text from him anyway and looked at it in confusion as it read-
Hi doll, look I'm sorry for everything. Can you come to mine today to talk?
He frowned, thinking of what Niall could want, but couldn't. He never knew what to expect from Niall- he was unpredictable or so he thought. But this text changed everything, Harry believed in second chances he did, and he wanted to believe that Niall could change and be nice to him but he couldn't shake his gut feeling. His mother had always said trust your gut, but he couldn't help but wonder.. texting Niall back he sighed, his text read
Hi Niall. Sure, but you can come to my house, I'm in all day by myself. My mum is at work in an hour. What is up? H x
Sending it he shook his body, his gut feeling making him feel kind of sick. Well, that's what he thought anyway. Maybe he was scared? He didn't know.
After looking at what Louis had sent him, he smiled. Louis had text saying he was sorry, but he had to 'wizz off' and didn't wake Harry as he looked 'cute' sound asleep.
He replied saying "your cute."
Throwing his phone down he got up and looked at the time going to his mothers room, opening the door and going over to her. "Mum? It's time to get up.." he spoke softly and picked her phone up and going to her alarms and setting one for 5 minutes ahead. Leaving her he walked down the stairs and went to the kitchen, making a fresh cup of tea and jam on toast. Placing the toast on a plate and the cup of tea next to it on the breakfast table.
"Mum! Your breakfasts on the table top. I'm going to get dressed." He shouted, then went upstairs to get some clothes on. Humming, he went through his wardrobe, clothing by clothing and couldn't find anything cute, until he got to the end and found a baby pink long sleeved jumper with ruffled sleeves. Beaming he took it out and followed with a black pair of jeans and pink Vans. "Perfect" he muttered and he started to get changed, spraying himself with Ariana Grande perfume afterwards. Smiling at himself in the mirror he brushed his hair and styled it slightly, then going down the stairs once again grabbing his phone and putting it in his back pocket and going to the front room. His mother stood at the kitchen counter eating, smiling she shouted morning to him and walked in to the front room after him and smiles seeing him texting away, with a smile on his face and a slight blush covering his cheeks.
"Anyone cute?" She asked nodding at the phone...
Harry blushed dark, "mum! It's just Lou, but, he makes my belly feel funny and I don't know why, but he said it's because I like him.."
"Yes, Harry, you like him.." she smiled and looked at him drinking her drink and nodded leaving him to get dressed.
Harry sat thinking, as usual. He just couldn't wrap around his head what 'liking someone' actually meant. Whether he would know whether the person he "liked", liked him back or whether they were just being nice. There wasn't any difference in Harry's mind apart from the weird knots his stomach made.
His mother coming down the stairs smiling pulled him out of his thoughts, smiling back he noticed she had a bag on her shoulder and a coat over her arm. "I'm leaving hunny. I'll be back at 8 tonight. I love you" she walked over and kissed his head and picked up her car keys from the bed side table and left, leaving Harry watching tv and sighing in utter Boredom.
After ten minutes of playing with the tufts of the rug, laying upside down on the couch, he heard a ding from his mobile and leapt up expecting a text from Louis. Only to see a text on the screen from Niall, that read
I think I'm outside. Please come. X
Breathing heavily he sat up on the couch and walked over to the door grabbing the house keys and unlocking it and opened it to see Niall's face full of worry. He felt suddenly sad, his heart sank.
Letting him in he smiled slightly and locked the door behind him "you can never be too safe" his mother's voice chiming through his head.
"Hi." He spoke timidly, looking at Niall who walked over to him smiling slightly returning the greeting.
"...hi.." he spoke before pressing his lips on Harry's...
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Surprise.
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