Polaroids & Memories

Lunch with the Styles ~ 11

( Louis POV )

When did I stop trying to step outside the circle? I don't even remember.
Can I really... step outside of it? I'm sorry, I promise that I'll write.

Harry.

He's changing me. But is it a good change. Do I have to change. Will it make him happy. I just want to enjoy myself and be happy with him.

Harry, he gave me a teddy bear. It's really cute and I love it so much. I'm going to sleep with it every night. I wish Harry could sleep with me.

I think Harry kissed me today. Well he asked if we could kiss. I told him kisses are for lovers. And he asked if we could be lovers. I told him no, that I was mad at him today, so no but maybe tomorrow. Maybe.

He wants to help me with my dream of writing a song. I'm not sure if I can do it. But I'll try for him...

Yes, I'll tell Harry about writing a song today. I close my diary and stare out at the sky. I'm not sure why I'm always staring out at it. There's just something about the sky that makes it all better.

I wait for him here at the train station. It's too early for him to come here. It's only midday. I think about what he said yesterday.

"You don't think... you and I could kiss, do you?"

I shake my head. No, I can't kiss him. He's too...I'm not sure. I close my eyes and shake off the thought of him.

"Louis!"

Huh. I open my eyes and see someone standing beside me.

"Harry. It is you, right?" I say, confused. It can't be him. It's too early for him to be here.

"Y-Yes, it's me!"

"You're here early today." I look at him for a second and quickly look up at the sky again.

"I got out of school early today."
He takes a seat next to me and takes a deep breath. "Um... about yesterday..."

"It's okay, I know." I give him a smile to reassure things between me and him are okay.

"No, no! I, uh, I wasn't thinking!" He says and laughs nervously.

"I think I'll try writing a song. But I...Since I can only retain memories for no more than thirteen hours, I can't do it by myself."

"No need to worry. I'll do everything that I can to help." He smiles and grabs my right hand, holding it with both of his hands.

I smile back. "Okay."

"All right. Let's try it together." He lets go of my hand and gives me a thumbs up.

I give him a thumbs up too.
"I appreciate it. After all, you do have some responsibility in this."

"Responsibility?"

"You held me and kissed me and confessed your love. I know this 'cause I read it in my diary." I blush at the thought of it.

"No! I-I didn't kiss you!" He looks away and blushes.

"But you did those other things?"

"Well, it was... I-I couldn't help it!" He looks up at the ceiling of the train platform and rubs the back of his neck. I can tell I'm making him nervous.

"What is the heat of the moment?" I whisper. I stare at my fingers and fidget with them.

"No! I-I didn't mean that! Did you write that in your diary, Louis?" He looks at me nervously and scratches his cheek with his pointer finger.