The Boy Next Door l.t. (ON-HOLD)

And He Get's The Girl.... Sorta

Ally's P.O.V

I woke up the next morning to a mess of brown curls. I smiled, but apart of me wished it was Louis. I don't know how big that part was, but I was content with Harry here in my arms. I pushed some of his curls out of his face only to have them fall again. I chuckled to myself as I pecked his lips.

"C'mon, babe, we gotta go to school." I said to him, he scrunched up his face, his eyes still closed.

"I don't wanna." He said, then shuffled his body closer to me. Harry gripped my waist and snuggled closer to my chest. I kissed the top of his head.

"C'mon babe, we gotta go. We already probably have detention for skipping we don't want more." I urged. His eyes fluttered open, showing off his emerald diamonds. He puckered his lips expecting a kiss, I leaned in and kissed him and felt him smile.

"I love you." He said once we pulled away. I didn't hesitate to say it back, it was like secod nature, but when I did something didn't feel right. It's like I wasn't completely thinking about the curly haired boy.

"I love you too. Now let's go!"

"Do we have to?"

"Yes." I heard him groan as I walked into the bathroom. I took a quick shower, and to avoid knot I was sure to have in my hair I brushed it a little then put it into a high pony tail. Then I walked out Harry was still in bed snoring lightly.

"For the love of- Harry get your arse up." I said. I walked over to my bed. "I swear I'll shave your curls off." Harry was up in seconds. I smiled.

"Jesus don't play like that, Ally." Harry stated. "I'm up, love."

"Good. Now let's go." I heard him groan, again. I watched him saunter over to the bathroom. He came back about five minutes later in nothing, but a towel. I gawked at his body and all he did was chuckle as he whipped his Tarzan hair out of his face.

"I don't have any clothes, so I can't go to school." He smiled innocently, but I was already a step ahead. I walked over to my dresser and pulled out his shirt that I refused to give him a couple of weeks ago.

"You can have your shirt back." I said as I threw him the shirt. A frown appeared on his face as he looked down at the shirt.

"But I don't want it back." The frown still plastered on his face.

"Babes you can always give it back when your done. Besides your scent has worn off."

"You think I smell good?" A cheeky smile was on his face now.

"Styles put on your clothes so we can leave." I walked out of my room and down the stairs to the kitchen. I grabbed a granola bar and a bottle of apple juice. Harry soon followed my lead and we walked to school together.

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About mid home room I noticed Louis and El, I call her that because I haven't quite figured out what her name is, but they weren't here. I looked around at the rest of the boys, who were all present, but Lou wasn't here. I tried not to ponder on it to much, but of course I did. After what happened yesterday how could I not. Louis was being so serious, and I was compelled to want to know why. Wasn't I? Interrupting my thoughts, a stern voice asked the answers to the questions that have been swimming around my head.

"Has anyone seen Mr. Tomlinson?" Mrs. Travie asked. I looked at the rest of the boys for the answer, but they all shrugged. What good friends they are. Note the sarcasm.

"He was really sick yesterday." Zayn said.

"Must've continued over to today." Niall added. Mrs. Travie nodded.