I awoke groggily the next morning to Louis standing over me.
“Really, Harry?”
I looked up at him, rubbing the sleep from my tired eyes.
“Wha—“ I realized what he was talking about. I had fallen asleep in my clothes again and we were late for class.
I quickly jumped up and got dress in black skinny jeans ripped at the knee and a white v-neck. I hurriedly tugged a dark green beanie over my long mess of curls—I didn’t really give a shit what I looked like at this point.
I was too tired to give a fuck, really.
I grabbed my bag as Lou and I rushed out the door. When we got to school we realized that we were later than we thought.
Damn. I had missed art. I had missed my chance to talk more with Niall.
Louis sighed as he looked over at me.
“D’you just wanna grab some lunch while we’re on campus? I think there’s a café around here somewhere.”
I shrugged and followed him as we looked for the café.
Campus seemed a bit dead; maybe it was just because we were so late today. We probably missed class by about five hours. Come to think of it, I don’t even know why we bothered to come to campus if we were this late. I wasn’t complaining though; it wasn’t as though I had anything better to do today. If Lou hadn’t gotten me up when he did, I probably would’ve just laid in bed all day, maybe watched ‘The Notebook’ or something to pass the time.
As we approached the café, something caught my eye. I stopped, getting ready to turn around. ‘Maybe Louis won’t notice if I just…’
“What’s the matter now? Why are you so jumpy today?” Louis furrowed his eyebrows at me, confused.
“Um…” I peered across the way into the small café at the familiar-looking blonde lad sitting at one of the tables.
Louis raised an eyebrow, trying to follow my gaze.
“Um…I can’t go in there…” I mumbled, scratching my head through my beanie.
“Why the bloody hell not? Are you suddenly deathly allergic to coffee? Or are you going to use some other bullshit excuse I haven’t heard yet?”
I dropped my shoulders and looked up at the sky, as if to ask God why he has blessed me with such a stubborn best mate.
“Fine,” I huffed, “but only because we are already here and I have nothing else to do today.”
Louis gave a fake smile, “That’s a good Harold.”
I groaned. Of all places to bring Louis, it just had to be the place where my crush was hanging out.
We walked inside and approached the counter. As Lou ordered for us, I scanned the room for an open table. Unfortunately, the only one with two chairs just magically happened to be right next to where Niall was sitting.
Why, God? Why?
Louis smiled and pointed to the only open table. I followed him over to it, very reluctantly I might add. I slid in the seat with my head down; I tried to keep Niall from spotting me. With as loud as Louis could be, however, I knew that wasn’t going to work.
And I was right.
Just as we sat down, Louis took a sip of his latte and basically screamed: “So tell me more about this bloke you fancy.” A few heads turned in our direction; I could feel the warmth flooding to my cheeks.
“Uhh….Lou….”
Louis gave me a tense smile, realizing he had been a little louder than he had planned to.
I swear, that kid couldn’t whisper if his life depended on it.
I looked around. Mostly everyone who had turned to look at me had gone back to their own business.
All except for one.
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Promise Me (N.S.)
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