November
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Louis pov
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The car ride was tense between harry and Stan, and it's not better that they are both sitting next to me while eating
Harry keeps touch my thigh, which I don't mind its normal, and Stan keeps brushing my hand, which I do mind and harry seems to notice
After about 30 minutes of what the other boys clam as me and Stan "flirting" Harry asks to meet in the bathroom
He seems furious but also on the verge of crying
By the time we make it there he has a few tears running down his face bit that doesn't stop him from yelling
"Is Stan your fucking crush? Is he the guy you've been in love with?" Why does he care this much "no harry he's not"
"Are you sure because if you want to go fuck him I want my sweater back!"
"I thought that was your lucky charm" me and harry both turn towards the door and see Stan standing there with a smirk
I blush as he walks towards me and takes my hand "Come on louis let's go"
I follow him half way out the bathroom before I turn around and see harry sobbing on his knees
I rip my hand out of Stan's and run towards harry "Louis what are you doing? Why do you want that loser and not me!" Harry looks up and I walk back towards Stan "harrys not a loser" I punch him in the nose before running back to harry
I take his sweater off and hand it back to him but this only makes him cry more
"No no shh don't cry more I was trying to make you happy" "by giving me my sweater back?" "Yeah and that's If you wanted to go fuck Stan" my eyes widen and I ripe the sweater out his hands and throw it on, which causes harry to chuckle
"Harry look at me" He slowly lifts his head "stans not my crush" "then who is?" My breath hitches In my throat "I don't know if I can ever tell you"
He crys more and abruptly stands up, I follow his movements "Please Louis it'd be better if I knew then maybe a fraction of pain would go away!"
"What pain harry!" I scream back now crying "Holy shit louis are you blind!?!" I look at him confused "I'm in love with you louis'' as soon as he says this he cover his mouth "I'm sorry please don't leave" "harry" he looks at me and I pull him down my his shirt color and kiss the hell out of him
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