"𝐌𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞"

𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘪𝘴

Louis

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Turns out that Zayn is quite entertaining, his dry sense of humour fits perfectly with my sarcastic one. It turns out that the film we wanted to see wasn't playing that day, so we all mutually decided to walk to a nearby diner that Harry promised was good,

And he wasn't lying, i've been to the diner multiple times before but i didn't feel the need to point it out. During the walk it was mostly me and Zayn talking while Perrie and Harry muttered amongst themselves.

"Gossiping about us hmm?"

"That's you and Zayn's job."

Ouch.

Perrie rolled her eyes and slapped Harry gently across the arm, "Sorry love, Hazza's in a bit of a bad mood."

Hazza? Since when were we making nicknames for each other?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

I never expected Harry and Perrie to hit off, but the way how Perrie makes Harry silently laugh at her stupid jokes, or how she gets him engaged in a topic that they can both relate to makes me a bit jealous.

Why can't i have those type of conversations with him instead of getting flustered?

Perrie shrugged and bumped Harry's shoulder, to which he responded by childishly sticking his tongue out.

"I swear to god Harry, how far is this diner? My legs will fall off by the time we arrive!"

"Oh shut up Zayn, you know that i walk to the bus stop every morning, if you joined me then you wouldn't be so unfit."

"Why do you even walk to the bus stop? Your job is on the other side of town, it just adds an extra twenty minutes."

My ears perked at that, why was Harry walking to the bus stop if it was in the opposite direction of his job? What was his job by the way, that was a little detail that he seemingly missed out on.

"Didn't you mention a guy whose always there?"

Me(?)

Harry nervously chuckled before answering, "This is him actually, Louis, yeah" he looked at me again, as if he needed conformation. This seemed to spark Zayn's interest and he flashed a smile to a now-nervous harry.

"Oh really?"

I didn't like his tone, did Harry tell Zayn how much of a clutz i am in the morning? But by the looks of Harry he didn't seem scared, just flustered?

"Hey Louis? Did you know that Harry-"OH HEY LOOK WE ARRIVED AT THE DINER LET'S GO INSIDE!" Harry quickly butted in before grabbing my hand, dragging me along with him, leaving a questioning Perrie and a content Zayn outside.

"Sorry about that Lou-is, lou, let's get a seat?" I blinked at the name, but wordlessly nodded and followed him.

We didn't notice that we were still holding hands but that was the last thing present on my mind right now.

"Hi, can we reserve a table for four, like now?" Harry inquired, letting go of my hand when he noticed he was holding onto it.

The feeling of his hand interlocking with mine felt like a piece of glass stuck into my hand. The feeling of holding hands with a man (except Niall) itself felt sinful, dangerous -even though it's something normal-

At least it's normal if your friends with that person.

"Your name?" The waitress's voice irritated me, it was high and pretentious and you could practically smell that she wanted to fuck Harry.