Love, Harry [l.s]

four

Last night, I fell asleep watching Lady Bird and slept surprisingly well for the first night. Maybe it was the exhaustion from everything that happened that day, or the fact that I watched three movies back to back because I had this newfound access to all the television one could desire.

Or possibly the fact that going to sleep meant I could wake up and be that much closer to hanging out with Louis for the first time. I guess we'll never know.

I'd be lying to say I wasn't both nervous and excited for what today brings. It was only day two with the Huxley's; Blair and Oliver were just as nice and Margo was just as passive-aggressive as yesterday.

Oliver made breakfast for me - a rather tasty omelette - and offered to watch football highlight reels with me while we ate, which was nice. When Margo finally wandered downstairs around noon, it was pretty clear she was upset with me because I'd be hanging out with her boyfriend and she wouldn't be. Oh well, sue me.

"Harry, in these upcoming days would you like to go shopping for clothes? Or for anything you might need," Blair asks as she offers to wash my plate and fork for me.

"Um, you don't have to, really. I don't have a whole bunch of clothes, just some shirts and a few pairs of shorts and pants but that's okay."

"Nonsense, I'll take you to get something at the mall! Do you have a specific style you like?"

"Not that I can think of. I just wear whatever I have, which is just the basics. But I suppose anything casual and comfortable would be nice, with maybe a nice shirt or two if I go anywhere that requires dressing up."

I don't really like asking for things and I'm used to being thankful for what I have and knowing that's enough. So for Blair to continually insist on buying things for me, it feels a little selfish to accept the offer. But then again, I've been wearing the same t-shirts and skinnies for three years now, and an updated wardrobe would be refreshing.

I thank Blair for everything and head upstairs to get ready. According to Louis he's coming over in about an hour and my room is neat and tidy so all I need to do is get ready myself. Of course I don't want to look like I'm trying to be too fashionable (not that I really have the option if I wanted to) so I just slip into some skinny jeans and a white cable knit sweater.

Last night I found the bathroom in my room already filled with a plethora of beauty, hair, and skin-care products (it's safe to assume it was Blair's doing) along with a toothbrush, toothpaste, and mouthwash. I wash my face and put on some lotion before brushing my teeth and running a bit of product through my curls to tame the bed head.

An hour flies by as I doodle a little bit in my notebook and watch the second half of Lady Bird that I slept through last night. The ring of the doorbell echoes through the house and I hear Margo's door whip open from somewhere in the house (thankfully her room isn't near mine - neither is Blair and Oliver's bedroom) and her footsteps thunder as she runs down the stairs to get the door. Poor Louis, she really is clingy.

I hop off my bed and head downstairs to find Margo all over Louis, hugging and kissing him as he tries not to stand there too awkwardly when he sees me. I give a small smile and wave and walk downstairs to greet him.

"Hi Harry. Margo, can you give me just a wee bit of space, please?" He asks politely and Margo responds with a dramatic huff but peels herself off of him nonetheless. "Thanks, Margo. Hi Harry!"

"Hi Louis," I stuff my hands in my pockets, not really sure what to say. Instead I find myself looking Louis up and down because I didn't really get a chance to actually look at him when I met him yesterday. I was too intimidated by the looks Margo was (and still is) giving me.