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.
OR
The one wh...
*Note: This is a longer chapter with a little bit of angst but it's literally the smallest amount imaginable. Also this is in no way hating on Taylor!! :)*
Harry's POV I wake up early with a massive hang over. I consider going back to sleep but ultimately get up because I want to see Louis. I throw on a Rolling Stones shirt, some black skinny jeans, and some sunglasses to protect myself from the light.
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When I get to school Louis is already there standing by his locker. He's wearing a large black hoodie with a white shirt under it and black Adidas joggers. He looks so fucking good and doesn't look hung over at all, just a little tired maybe.
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He hands me some water in a Starbucks cup, "Sorry, I went to Starbucks like usual but I just couldn't remember why I was there and I was really thirsty so I just ended up getting two waters," he gives me an apologetic smile.
Never mind he's definitely hung over but he looks so hot and cute at the same time and it's messing with my brain.
"Don't be sorry, I probably need this more then the coffee," I assure him.
He smiles at me and I have to restrain myself from kissing him by drinking the water. I actually did really need it as I down nearly half of it in one go. I look back at Louis who looks away quickly and blushes as if I just caught him doing something he shouldn't have. Maybe he was watching me drink all that water the whole time.
"You know you're wearing two pairs of sunglasses right?" he finally speaks up.
He goes on his tippie toes to poke at the pair in my hair. I think I did it on purpose but I honestly can't remember.
"Yes," I confidently state.
Louis chuckles, "You're cute," he smiles up at me.
I can feel my heart melting. No Louis, you're cute. You're literally the definition of cute.
"Do you want to wear a pair?" I say instead giving him a dimpled smile.
