Louis Geller-Bing Tomlinson the adopted son of Monica and Chandler Geller-Bing hates his "family friend" Harry Geller-Green Styles. From his childhood, he's been told that Harry is his cousin but since he's adopted and absolutely HATES Harry, cousin...
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HARRY'S POV
The next morning, Harry was up early as usual, but this was different. He felt down, sad, and his mind kept revolving around just one thing, Louis. And the things he said earlier, all Harry could think was could they ever be enough? Could he ever be enough for Louis? Absentmindedly he got out of the bed and into the shower. As the hot water and steam engulfed him, he saw his tattoo, their tattoo. Those black inked words saying 'hi' reminded him of the first day they met, the memory made him chuckle, then it reminded him of the day they got this tattooed, how they acted to be a couple, how they had to pretend to be something they were not, how they had to kiss. How perfectly Louis' lips felt against his, how he felt butterflies in his stomach. Lost in his thoughts, he shut his eyes and inhaled deeply, the hot water running over his body making him feel a little at peace. With that, he started to hum a tune, to put himself at ease, the tune his mind had made up the previous night along with a verse of lyrics, dedicated to the boy on his mind.
After he got readied, it was still the crack of dawn. He climbed out of the window and sat on the roof, quietly making sure no one would wake. He sat there, earphones plugged in, his favourite classical songs played, while seeing the sunrise. He also scribbled something in this leather journal, which was a mystery. The chirping of the birds, the soft breeze and his favourite songs made him complete and he felt peaceful at that moment. Soon enough, he went back inside and packed away his journal, he was starving so he decided to make breakfast, something he did regularly for everyone.
Soon everyone was up and Niall attacked the breakfast, scrambled eggs and fruits. ''Thank god for blessing us with a Harry.'', he said, hugging Harry. ''Thanks I guess?'', Harry chuckled, showing off his dimples. ''Haz come on'', Louis said, patting the seat beside him. ''Oh, um, I have already eaten, thanks.'', he said, and hurried into the kitchen. Harry himself didn't know why he didn't want to sit with Louis, he wanted to spend time with him, talk with him, but he just couldn't. It was noon earlier than they expected and they were putting up their suitcases in the car. ''Who's driving?'', Zayn asked. Harry gazed at Louis, ''I'm driving!'', Harry said, loudly. ''Okay, I call shotgun!'', Niall yelled and ran towards the car, as they finally left Greenport.
Halfway down the highway, after Niall made everyone stop on a KFC drive through by pulling the steering wheel towards the outlet, they were vibing in the car with a song they had just created, about KFC. ''I love chicken!'', Niall yelled, mouth full of chicken, making everyone laugh. ''Hey, that actually reminds me of a joke!'', Harry said, making the three boys sitting in the backseat groan. Everyone knew his jokes, only Niall would laugh at them, well because Niall would laugh at everything, sometimes even at nothing at all! ''Okay so, why did the rooster go to KFC?'', he asked. No one replied, ''Come on guys!'' ''Why?'', Niall finally asked. ''Because he wanted to see a chicken strip.'', Harry finished while only Niall and he laughed, the other three looked at each other. ''This was the shittiest joke ever!'', Zayn said. Harry saw that Louis was about to say something to him, through the rear-view mirror. He quickly switched on the radio and turned up its volume, submerging anyone else's.
