BUTTERFLY EFFECT🦋 (L.S.) [finished]

CHAPTER 14

'Harry! You're all wet! Oh no... don't you dare!'

But it was too late, Harry threw himself at Louis' arms, his damp clothes soaking the other lad.

'Who is it?' Lottie asked, peaking in the living room.

'I don't know, some wet dog.'

'I wouldn't call your boyfriend that or you'll be sleeping on the couch.'

'I...uh...'

Louis would have wanted the floor to swallow him, Harry wasn't his boyfriend... not that he didn't want him to be, but he felt that it was still way too soon for that.

'At least I'm a handsome dog.' Harry said, calming Louis' sudden need to murder his sister.

'I'd put a leash on him this night at the party if he's single then...'

'LOTTIE TOMLINSON.' Louis was at a loss for words, while his sister and Harry couldn't stop laughing.

'The two of you will be the death of me, you know?'

The poor lad said, massaging his temples, but he was soon hit with a surprise tickle attack and started laughing uncontrollably, Lottie and Harry having teamed up against him.

'Please... hahaha...plehahah...I can't!!!'

Finally Harry felt sorry for Louis, that even had tears running down his cheeks from the laughter. He made Lottie stop, and helped him get up, kissing his forehead, as to apologize, but being far from sorry.

'He usually behaves... Lotts what did you offer him?'

'She promised to do my makeup for the party...' Harry said sheepishly.

'I knew.' Louis just sighed.

'Oh, by the way, Liam and Zayn will come pick us up, I'm sure it will rain all night.'

'Perfect! By the way, Lou you should text them to come earlier if Liam wants to get his makeup done too! He asked earlier today at school.'

Harry was surprised at Lottie's words.

'You're becoming a bad influence Harold...' Added Louis.

'But one of the good bad ones, and you love it.'

At that moment two little girls came running towards Harry, hugging him.

'Oh hey there princesses, how are you?'

'We want to go to the party too.'

'Yeah, and get all pretty and wear a dress.'

'Oh, I'm sorry girls... maybe we can have our private party next week, and dress up, and have tea, what do you say?' The girls agreed, jumping at Harry, that was now holding a girl in each arm.

'Should I get the mop out? You're drooling.' Lottie wishpered at Louis.

'Oh for god's sakes Lotts.'

'See, you can go to that party if you want to.' Jay said.

She and Fizzie appeared in the living room, they had been in the kitchen arguing, the girl trying to convince his mother of attending the party too.

'Oh mum, you can't be serious. Everyone is going!'

'But then not everyone is my children, that I created from scratch, and painfully birthed.'

'But Lottie and Louis are going! And they are your children!'

'They are 16 and 17, you're 12, end of discussion... Oh, Harry, sorry dear, I didn't see you there! How are you sweetie?