Devotion [L. S.]

19

Harry Styles

I made my way back home, although I did almost trip while sneaking through my window. Louis and I didn't stay very long anymore. We went back down to say goodbye to Niall and just kind of everyone left at the party, but Zayn, Gigi, Liam and Maya had already gone home. So we just said goodbye to Niall and Lottie and found our way outside. Louis drove me home and made sure I made my way fully back into my bedroom before he left.

I didn't know what to do, because I wasn't at all tired. So I decide to call Gemma. It has been about 3 days since I've talked to her, I miss her, a lot. When I unlock my phone I see that it was 2.34 in the morning, nice. I'd be surprised if she'd pick up, but I just needed to talk to her right now.

After about 3 beeps, I hear a quick silence followed by a: "Hey, Harry! What's up?"

I immediately feel a smile creep up my face just by hearing her voice.

"Hi Gemma, god I've missed you."

"I've missed you too. What have you been up to lately and why are you calling me at 2 in the morning?", she cackles into her phone.

"Well, why are you picking up?", I fire back.

"I'm at my friend's house, I'm sleeping over here and I was just heading to the bathroom when I saw that you were calling me."

"Oh, cool. Well, I just got home from a party."

"You? You went to a party?", she sounded very surprised and almost laughed into her phone.

"Yes, I did", I answer as my pride got a little bruised by her tone of surprise.

"Wow. That's good, Harry. Did you go with someone?"

"Yes. That's actually why I wanted to call you."

"Oooohhh, who's the lucky boy?"

A moment of silence passes. Boy? All I hear at that moment is the sound of a hand being smacked on a surface, I'd guess her mouth.

"Harry I'm so sorry, I euhm", she tries to continue, but I stop her and just answer with:

"Louis, the lucky boy is Louis."

"Wow Harry, God I hate that we're having this conversation over the phone", she continues.

"I know, yeah, me too."

Another moment of silence passes as I walk over to my bed and position myself underneath the sheets.

"Wait. Louis, Louis Tomlinson? Is it Louis Tomlinson you're talking about?", she seems proud f her discovery.

"It is, yeah", I mumble back.

"Wow, Harry. That's huge. I remember him having the worst attitude, he had quite the reputation when I was still at school."

I chuckle and answer:

"Well, you'd be surprised to know he's actually the biggest softie ever."

Some visions of Louis towering over me in his bedroom a couple of days ago, us eating at his rooftop and him kissing me, flash through my mind. I automatically smile. 

"You've got to be kidding me right now!", Gemma yells enthusiastically.

"And we euhm- We just had our first kiss tonight", I blurt out.

I wasn't sure if I was going to tell her yet, but I used to tell Gemma everything and so did she when she was still living here. So it just felt like the right thing to do.