| Chapter 2 |

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Harry's pov

I just love going out with Louis, actually I love doing everything with him. He's the nicest person one can meet well, not always but I love seeing his sassy side.

"Lou, I'll be right back. I need to use the loo." I say as I get up from my seat.

At the lavatory...

"Heyyy, Harry, babe." Says a familiar, annoying voice.

"What the fuck do you want?" I say, clearly annoyed.

"Why're you so rude to me?"

"Maybe if you kept some distance, I would be a little nicer." I say, rolling my eyes.

"We should get back together you know..." She says with a tint of hope in her voice.

"Nope."

"Whyyy?" She wines.

"Maybe because I'm gay. Why don't you fucking get that!?"

"You're nottt."

"You don't get to choose my sexuality, I don't even know why I dated you-"

Then she does something I wouldn't even expect in my worst nightmare.

She fucking kisses me.

Does that bitch not hear me?

I quickly pulled away from her disgusting lips.

"WHAT THE FUCK CASSIDY, DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND ME." I yell as
she stomps away.

Does she not fucking understand?!

I let out a sigh as I walk to the table.

"I'm sorry for the wait." I say as I come walk back over to the table with a
smile.

"It's fine." Louis mumbes with a little sniffle.

It looks like he was... crying?

I frown a little bit and ask, "Boo, were you crying?"

"Oh uhm no, I-uh, dust was in my eye." He stutters, his eye twitching slightly.

Was he lying?

"Uhm, ok?" I say, not buying it one bit.

"Can we just order?" He asked, exasperated.

"K." I reply, picking up the menu.

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