Things I Can't

Chapter 6

Louis

"Favorite movie?" Harry asked, placing his hands behind his head.

"That's too hard!" I pouted, positioning myself next to him. We were lying on Harry's roof, watching the sky. Around us, the air was chilly, and I could smell the rain coming. "But, probably Grease." Harry, much to my amusement, began singing the words to Grease Lightning.

"You're not a bad singer Haz." I pointed out, surprised by the tune he could carry. He looked surprised, maybe even doubtful.

"Thank you." He said, shifting to look at me. "But I'm probably not as good as you."

"Why do you say that?" I asked, leaning closer to him. He in turn, pecked my nose.

"Cause you're perfect." I scoffed, shaking my head.

"I might be sexy." I smirked, "but I'm not definitely not perfect. Nobody is."

"I beg to differ." Harry insisted. I just shrugged and continued on with our interrogation from earlier.

"What's your school like?"

"Boring." Harry answered immediately. "The lessons are vague and the only reason I haven't transferred yet is Niall."

Niall. Harry's blond friend. I'd seen him hanging around the Styles residence a few times in the past. "He seems cool." I commented ,wanting to meet the boy who made Harry so happy.

"I'll introduce you sometime." He promised. "I trust him with our secret. But what about you? Who are your friend's?"

"Liam Payne and Zayn Malik." I answered. "They're both pretty popular around the town. Maybe you know them?" He thought for a second, but shook his head.

"Nah, but their names do sound familiar. Are they the ones that abandoned you last night at the party?"

"Yep, that's them." I cringed as a few rain drops began falling, staining my grey shirt.

"It's raining." Harry smiled, letting the water pool in his hands. Normally I would've gone inside when the weather began acting up, but the mere sight of wet Harry made me stay. The water had drenched his white shirt, causing the material to cling to his torso, so I could just make out the lines of mutiple tattoos covering his skin.

"You have tattoos." I said in awe, lightly brushing my hand over his butterfly tattoo. He leaned into my touch.

"Yeah." He grinned. "I do." I continued to run my fingers down his arms, marveling at the sight of him. He was completely blissed out, his eyes closed peacefully as the sky rained down on us.

"You're so pretty." I sighed, brushing his dark hair off of his face. "Why did I have to listen to my parents all these years?"

"Screw our parents." Harry growled, pulling himself closer to me. "I've got you now, and I'm not wasting our time thinking about our parents." His tone made me excited, energy ripping through my veins like fire. He was right. Fuck our parents. I suddenly leapt at Harry.

"Fuck the rules." I growled, And then I kissed him. He let out a cute squeak, and wrapped his arms tightly around my back. We didn't break away until the sound of tires against the road could be heard.

"That's my parents." Harry huffed, not letting go of my waist.

"I don't want to let you go." I complained, nipping at his ear. He shuddered in pleasure, but stepped away soon after.

"We have school tomorrow." He pointed out, already heading to the ladder that would lead him back inside.

I groaned in annoyance, following after him. "We only have two more months." Saying it like that made everything seem more real. I'd be graduating highschool in just two months. Normally, school would be over in June, but I'd gotten my credits ahead of time, and much to my surprise so had Harry. We'd both be graduating the first week of April.

"Amen." Harry said. We'd reached the ladder, and I knew it ment he'd have to leave. "I'll meet you after school, I've got your number, see?" He grinned, showing me my newly added contact in his phone.

"Bye styles." I chuckled, hitting his bum as he walked away, swaying his hips.

I shook my head in admiration, and headed inside my respectable house. I was surprised to see my mom making something in the kitchen.

"Louis?" She asked. "is that you?"

"Yeah mum!" I shouted, handing my jacket on a peg. "I'll be there in a sec."

True to my word, I met my mother a minute later, accepting the hug she offered me.

Jay Tomlinson was an interesting person. Sometimes she annoyed the crap out of me, but other times she was fun and energetic. I thought she was too close minded, and that was probably why I didn't spend too much time with her. If she found out I was gay, she wouldn't be okay with it. I already knew that for a fact.

"Where were you this morning?" She asked, taking a bite of her spinach sandwich. I cringed at the vegetable and cleared my throat.

"I went for a run." Lies.

"Really?" Jay raised a skeptical eyebrow.

"Mmmhh." I hummed.

"Well good for you, you need to loose some weight."

Perfect example of why I don't spend time with my mother.

"Whatever mum." I rolled my eyes and left the kitchen, ignoring her calls to come back.

When I got upstairs, I let my tough act fall. I cautiously walked over to my mirror and lifted my shirt up, hesitantly peeking at my reflection. The boy in the mirror wasn't strong. The boy in the mirror wasn't attractive. The boy in the mirror was fat and ugly. I had to remind myself that the boy in the mirror was me.

"Why does Harry even like me?" I whispered, glaring at the tears falling down my cheeks.

It seemed as though the curly haired boy was the only person who didn't judge me. He didn't want me to change, unlike everybody else. My mother was always bothering me about my appearance, and I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt.

Maybe that's why I fell for Harry so quickly. It had only been a day and I already couldn't stand being away from him. He gave me love when others didn't. He filled a gap that had been vacent for far too long, and I couldn't wait until tomorrow when I could hold him in my arms once again.