Saturdays are for the Boy - L.S.

Chapter 2

I'd know that voice anywhere, and when I finally force myself to look up, everyone else disappears. All I see is Louis.

He doesn't see me yet, but as he's talking, he's trying to make eye contact with everyone. I can't even make out what he's saying because of all the thoughts running through my head. When will he notice me? Will he recognize me? Is it going to be awkward if we talk to each other?

All of this stops when I see he's looking at Matt. He gives him a confused little smile showing that he never even considered seeing one of his old friends here.

Then, Louis moves on from Matt and sees me. His face drops its smile and time slows down as his ocean eyes make me remember the best times of my life. From when we first studied together at his house to the long nights on the beach that last summer. In this moment, all the butterflies had come back and filled my stomach like they used to. I just wonder if he'd ever felt any of that, too.

The moment is soon over when he remembers that he's giving a speech. "Um," he looks at the floor, shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "Uh, yeah," he looks back up at me just for a moment before slowly turning his gaze to the rest of the boys on the couch. "So normally about fifty guys are living in the house, but obviously freshman have to live in dorms. You know because it's your first year. Anyways you'll live here the next couple of years though, unless you decide you don't want to. Then you don't have to." At this point he's rambling. I would be to if I was the one who had to speak after just seeing my long, forgotten best friend.

He finishes up and let's someone else take over for the next topic. I use all of my strength not to look at Louis, but every few minutes I can't help it, and I bring my eyes up from the floor to look at his. Every single time, he's looking at me, too.

I'm jittery and fidget with the bracelets on my wrist until the talking is over. People start to get up to have conversations, but Matt immediately turns to me. I take one last look at Louis, and he's dragging one of his friends out of the room.

"What the fuck," Matt says. I don't know what to say so I just glance at him and nod. He's the only person I ever told how I really felt about Louis.

Niall then joins the conversation looking confused, "Hey, you good?" I nod again and tell them to go ahead without us.

"Did you know he was going to be here?"

"No, Matt. Of course not." I put my head in my hands for a second before running them through my hair. "He told me he chose SDSU, but I didn't know he would still be here let alone be in this frat." I know I sound annoyed but really I'm just overwhelmed. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom really quick." I pat his knee before standing up.

"But don't you want to talk about it?" I shake my head no and head down the hall.

I lock the door to the small powder room and look in the mirror. I know I'm being overdramatic, but he was my fucking best friend. I'm thinking back to after he graduated and wondered why we even stoped talking. We kind of just drifted apart and now it's the one thing I regret.

I splash some cold water in my face. Focus Harry. I need a game plan for the next hour. I'm not sure if I even want to talk to Louis. I never called him so maybe he doesn't want to talk to me either. I decide on making small talk for today and maybe we can start to become friends again later. I hope.

I take a deep breath and unlock the door before moving into the hallway. As soon as I do, though, I'm crashing into someone. "Shit. Sorry."

"No you're good. It's my fa-" Oh. "Harry," Louis is grabbing onto my arms to make sure I don't fall.

"Um, hey. It's uh... it's been a while"

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"It's been a while, Harry. You should come study at my house today. You can stay the night, and we can make mac and cheese." Louis sure knows how to get me on board with one of his plans. Its been two weeks since school has started and we haven't hung out once because of all the homework.