Harry is scary. Or he's at least intimidating, with his long curly hair and piercing green eyes. People tend to be shy and nervous around him, so when he meets a small lad with cheek bones he's not prepared for the opposite to happen.
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Harry's POV It's finally Friday, the day me and Louis become babysitters, or as he called it "daddies." The school day goes by quickly with our normal routine. Really, all I can think about is meeting Louis' family. That's a pretty big step even if we're not dating. I picked out an outfit I thought would be appropriate for the occasion. It's a pink shirt with white polka dots, it kind of made me think of Disney, with black skinny jeans as always, and my normal accessories with my hair down.
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Louis looks absolutely stunning as always. I've learned to admire Louis in the morning before I take a sip of my drink so I don't choke. His looks are honestly a choking hazard for me and he should at least give me a warning every time. Today he's wearing a large white graphic tee with black skinny jeans - side note we probably both wear too many black skinny jeans. His fringe curved a bit below his right eye and I found myself staring way too many times.
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We're currently in the car and Louis has chosen to blast 80's music the whole way. I'm not complaining though as we both sing along to "Boys Don't Cry" by the Cure. I think we sound pretty good together, I mean I've always thought that. Sometimes I stop singing so I can just listen to Louis sing his heart out. His voice is so good, I love it. He's so jumpy today and it's adorable.
"Harry! I'm so excited!" Louis exclaims when we reach a red light.
I chuckle, "Me too Lou but you got to be careful," I put my arm out over him to hold him back.
"Sorry," he apologizes sheepishly and I instantly melt.
Louis might have caused a car crash before with all his antics but now he would cause one because he killed the driver with his cuteness. I don't know how my heart is still fine when I'm constantly around Louis.
"It's just my family is really excited to meet my b-," he stops himself, "my friend. They're really excited to meet my friend which is you," he somewhat clarifies.
What was that about? That sentence fucked me up. But what was he going to say before he stopped himself? Best friend? Boy friend? Wait a minute! Boyfriend! Was he going to call me his boyfriend? No, no that can't be right. God, I can't believe I just did that to myself. Getting all worked up and happy over nothing, especially while I'm driving.
