Heartbreaker ~ Larry Stylinson {English}

29. Daddy.

*I live in Belgium and here we're allowed to drink beer and wine when we're 16 years old and liquors when we're 18 years old. So just so you know because it's mentioned in the story.*

~ Pov Louis ~ 

The whole class starts to cheer when the bus leaves. We're finally going to Amsterdam for three days! A male teacher appears in the aisle and clears his throat. I already roll my eyes to Niall who's sitting next to me, because we know what's coming. The rules. Niall sighs and crosses his arms.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the trip has started! But since this is a school trip, the same rules apply! That means that it's forbidden to smoke and drink." From tomorrow on I can officially drink, because it will finally be my sixteenth birthday. "You're not supposed to move from one room to the other. You stay in your own room! And guys? Try to control your hormones, please!" The class laughs and I glance at Harry who sits at the other side behind me. He stares at me with a big grin. I look back at Niall with rolling eyes.

"I can't wait until we get there! I'm so excited," I exclaim enthusiastically.

"And tomorrow you'll be 16," he adds, "don't celebrate too much, because you're still in a room with Harry." I nod, fully aware of the situation. "Don't do something stupid, Louis." I bite my bottom lip.

"I quit the thing that was going on between us. But we still get along, Niall." Never thought I'd ever say that again.

He nods. "Did you tell Liam that, by the way? That you quit?" I shake my head. "You have to tell him in these three days, Louis. He'll appreciate that."

"Do you guys talk about me sometimes?," I ask him carefully.

"No. And when I try to he pretends he didn't hear me or he changes the subject." 

"Oh." I had hoped he would already be over it, but apparently it's still a big thing for him.

"Hey, you know him. He's just sensitive when it comes down to you, to all of us. And you know he wants nothing more than to make up. So promise me you'll talk to him one of these days." I smile.

"I promise."

~ Pov Harry ~ 

It's late at night and we've just arrived at the hotel a few minutes ago. We were immediately allowed to go to our rooms to go to sleep so that we're fresh for all the activities tomorrow. Louis is currently changing in the bathroom. His full suitcase has already been unpacked while I'm still working on it.

And after a few minutes I come across the two cameras I brought. The bet still continues... I sigh and quickly hide one behind the plants on the cupboard. It has an excellent view of the two seperate beds. I'll put the second one in the bathroom tomorrow.

I take out my pack of cigarettes and my lighter as I walk to the balcony. While I light it, I lean against the railing. It's dark outside but the lighting of the city provides a beautiful view. "Harry?" I hear Louis who's still inside. "Harry where are you?" I blow the smoke into the warm air.

"I'm here," I say back.

I hear some footsteps heading in my direction. Louis stands next to me with his back against the railing so that he can look at me. "What are you doing?"

"Can't you see?"

"Are you ever going to quit smoking?"

"Are you ever going to stop asking so many questions?" He rolls his eyes and crosses his arms.

"I just don't get what's so special about it. It's bad for your health and it stinks. Not to mention how expensive it is."

I pass the cigarette on to him with a grin. "Give it a try." He looks at me with wide eyes and shakes his head violently.

"No absolutely not!" I chuckle.

"What are you so afraid of? You won't die just trying."

"Never in my life." I straighten my back and stand in front of him. His eyes instantly land on my lips and I grin. I gently blow the smoke into his face. He doesn't make a sound. His mouth is slightly opened. I carefully remove the cigarette from my mouth and insert it into the space between Louis's lips.

He takes a little sip while he keeps looking at me. But a few seconds later he starts to cough. I take back the cigarette he puts out to me. "Never again in my life," he coughs. I shrug my shoulders.

"You just have to get used to it." He shakes his head and walks to the open window. 

"I'm going to sleep. Don't stay out too long." I just chuckle.

"Yes mom."

"I'd rather have you calling me daddy..." He walks in with a grin and I look after him in disbelief.

This boy is full of surprises.

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I love the school trips :)