Okayyy so I kinda gotta thing about chapter lengths... so I MADE A CHAPTER EIGHT PT 2
THANK YOU FOR READING BBAABBYYSS
And I love how Hazza admitted he would trust Lou with everything except money. Like the fact that he said 'Louis' in his head as soon as he heard "who would you trust" is just...YAH
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"What do you mean?" I wanted to say. But of course... I didn't. I just pulled out of the little area we'd parked in, and drove in the direction of the cabin. No one said anything for the remainder of the trip, and except for the occasional click of a camera, and an Irish shout of "selfie," when Niall woke up, it was silent.
When we finally got to the cabin, it was four fifteen and once again, they were all starving. Everyone began to grab their things and go inside but when I got around to the back of the van, I got slammed against it. A body was pressed against mine, and when I looked down, it happened to be Louis. Damn...strong.
"Harry. I need to talk to you. So you know how two months ago was my birthday?" He asked me. I didn't, but I nodded anyways. "Good. Okay well, Harold,"
"-That's not my name." I interrupted.
"I say what I want. Anyways, you never got me a gift and it quite offends me."
"To be fair I didn't know you then." I pointed out teasingly. He smiled.
"You know me now. All I'm asking for is for you to pay attention to me on this trip." Shouldn't be hard.
"What's that supposed to mean?" He asked indignantly. I slapped my hand over my mouth. Shit.
"Uhm...I didn't mean to say that aloud. But I mean you're the best looking...and I....didn't mean it an any way that would offend you, and.. Uhm..." I stuttered, before my face lit up. A large overwhelming smile came upon his face.
"Thank you, Harold. But I have grown to like you, I guess. I'm not exactly sure since we've only known each other a week. But think, okay? About us. All I'm asking." Louis begged, before leaning forward and kissing my cheek, finally letting me loose.
My hand floated up to my cheek, as I watched him jog inside. Heart attacks are horrible, and I felt like I had one then. Zaym or Louis? Hot or sexy? Funny or sweet? My mind began throwing questions at me, until I shut down my thoughts and grabbed my things, carrying them inside.
"Okay, eat and then we've got to get going. We aren't going far, just hiking over to this one pond so I can capture the sunset." I blushed, expecting judgement, but they continued stuffing their faces with potato crisps and sandwiches.
I looked over at Zayn, whom was trying to put together a puzzle, lord knows from where, and then at Louis. He was giggling along with Niall and Liam, some story that Nick was tellimg. He caught me staring, and the look on hood face was indistinguishable.
But it made my heart pound and my face heat up in a blush. Zayn or Louis?
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So... Uhm. Louis or Zayn? Or Nick, you know the boy has the hots for Harry as well.
Thank you guys so much. I love you all, and I'm listening to Something Great by my babies. Is it too-AHHJH LOUIS IS SINGING FDFGYHSDGKKJBHHBJJ-much to ask for something great? AHH STEAL MY GIRL !!!! I can't help but to think Harry is singing this about Louis, BC Eleanor is always tryna Steal His Girl, ya know, and same with Louis BC of Taylor and Nadine and OMGGH "When she's in them jeans" we both see the pants they wear, like Harold's striped ones or Louis's ass...
And just they are so possessive and cute...
All my love, x
