I Want What I Can't Have

Chapter 2

So, lots of people have messaged me to continue this, so I'm going to give it a go. Let's see what happens. :)

Harry's POV

After we came home from the signing, we all went back home.

We each got in seperate cars and left.

I was in the car with Louis because, you know, we live together.

Yeah, we still live together...

Management told us to say we weren't so fans didn't get any weird ideas.

I sighed to myself.

Louis looked away from the road and his eyes locked with mine.

"Haz, what is it?" he asked softly.

I smiled at him.

"It's nothing LouBear..." I said.

He frowned.

"Harry, you've been acting strange all day... You know you can tell me anything, right?" he asked.

"Of cousre Boo.... Don't worry, I'm fine. " I said softly, leaning over to gab one of his hands from the steering wheel and linking it with mine.

He looked at our intertwined hands and smiled.

I loved it when me and him were alone like this.

Maybe tonight we could have a movie marathon. We could watch Friends.  It'd be cool.

Especially with Louis cuddling with me on the couch, feeding me crisps...

I smiled at the thought.

"Hey, Lou? Got any plans tonight?" I asked him, hopefully.

"Yeah, actually. Eleanor's here to visit, so I'm taking her out somewhere fancy...." he said.

I grimaced.

Yeah, right, Eleanor.

Another one of the reasons me and Louis can't be together.

Suddenly, Louis' hand felt really uncomfortable in mine, so i just let it go and put my hands in my hoodie pockets.

He looked at me confused.

"What is it?" he asked.

I sighed and looked at him.

"Nothing. You have fun on your date, Lou.." I said bitterly. 

I added a smile so it wouldn't be too obvious that I was upset.

He smiled back.

"Yeah... I will... I just don't know where to take her.... I want it to be special, I haven't seen her in ages... I just fon't know. Any ideas?" he asked.

"Nope." I said, popping the p.

He sighed.

"Oh well... I'll figure it out eventually..."

We pulled up in front of our house and walked in.

Louis threw me his keys and pointed to the door.

"Lock up, yeah? I'm going to get ready!" he said, running into the room.

I sighed, and locked the door.

Why couldn't he see how much I loved him?

I walked over to the living room and plopped down on the couch.

About a half hour later, Louis walked out, looking like sex on a pancake.

Yes, I used that phrase, because it applied to him exactly.