Prince Protection Program ~L.S~ (Book |)

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~Harry's POV~
Saturday

It so hard to keep the secret a secret. I don't know what's wrong with me. He's making it harder with his cute face. Shit, I mean um. Dammit. I've been going crazy ever since he came. First I was mad at him for no reason. Then I have these feelings.

"Harry? Hello?" Louis asked as he waved a hand in front of my face.

Looking at Louis was a big mistake because woah, I never noticed how pretty his lashes were... LONG. I meant long!

"Yeah?" I asked.

"I asked if you wanted to go outside and play footie." he said, raising both his eyebrows and pursing his lips.

"Uh yeah. S-sure." I breathed.

He chuckled and then went into the bathroom to change. I face palmed. Stop it Harry. I stutter, my stomach feels weird, like there are a bunch of butterflies in my stomach or something and it's getting on my damn nerves.

When we went the my backyard, he wanted to be the goalie. I put the ball in front of me and then I kicked it. He kept catching the ball everytime I tried to score. I even did my cool tricks! What is he? A god?

"I give up! You're good!" I said and sighed.

"I love playing footie. I played every morning at the castle." Louis explained.

I practice too.

"Can you teach me how to play like you?" I asked.

He nodded with a smile.

"Sure." he chuckled.

"Ok, you be goalie." he said and I nod.

I jogged my way over to the net and he goes to where I was standing before.

"Ok. So this is how you do it." he does a cool trick I didn't know and I start to worry about my practices I do.

He did it perfectly. The ball flies so quick that I didn't even see it pass me. It hits the net and Louis smiles.

"How did you...? Wow." I said.

"Want me to show you again?" he asked.

I nodded because I need to see that trick clearer. He does it again and instead of the ball hitting the net...it hits my face. I fall backwards and I hit the floor. Ouch. I can hear Louis gasp and run over to me shouting my name.

"Oh god! Are you okay?!" he asked and examined my face.

I touched my lip that stung and I winced. I look at my finger and see that there was blood on it. He helps me up and takes me inside the house.

"Here, I'll get you some ice." he says and fills a bag full of ice.

He also gets a napkin. He walks over to me and daps my lip with the napkin. I wince a couple of times and he frowns.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"It's alright Louis." I said and laugh a little.

I soon realize his face is real close to mine. His thin lips were a little moist because he kept licking them with his tongue. His hair was stuck to his face with sweat and his eyes were on my lips. I gulped. He stops dabbing blood away and then he puts the ice bag on my lip. I hold it and he goes to throw away the napkin. When he comes back, I smile.

"Thanks."

"No problem." he smiles.

We go back to the room and I wait until he's done showering. These feelings that are happening seem like...I have a crush on him. I've seen it on tv. They would look like fools or have these emotions whenever they see their crush. Wow, I like Louis? But.. I can't. I just can't. I-I have Eleanor, right? I can't like boys. I like girls. Yeah.

I like...holy hell. Louis walks out with a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips and gets clothes. The bag of ice falls and I try to catch it. Louis looks at me trying to catch the bag and luckily I do. Louis chuckles and I sigh.

This is going to be hard.

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~Louis's POV~

Today was really funny and weird. Harry was acting a bit unusual. He seemed nervous or something. I have a feeling that he knows my secret. I hope I'm not that obvious. Harry's so cute when he's nervous. Uh no. That's Eleanor's boyfriend. I can't like him. It's like betraying my own best friend. Speaking of Eleanor, we invited her over so we could all do something fun together.

A few minutes later, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and moved away so she can enter.

"Hey Louis!" she said excitedly.

Someone's happy.

We walk into Harry's room and she runs to Harry and jumps up, straddling him. He holds her up and Eleanor puts kisses all over his face. I bit my lip and sit on the window seat. She presses a kiss to Harry's lips and Harry groans. He puts her down and Eleanor frowns. Harry just holds his lip carefully.

"Aw, what happened HarryBear?" she asked.

I chuckled. HarryBear?

"I accidentally hit him in the face with a football." I explained with a frown.

"HarryBear!" Eleanor says and hugs Harry.

"It's not a big deal." Harry said.

Eleanor sighs and then Harry sits down. Eleanor sits on Harry's lap and I chuckle at the couple.

"I know what we could do! Let's play 'Would You Rather?'" Eleanor suggests.

"Ok." I agree.

She turns to Harry and smiles, "Would you rather kiss a vampire or a werewolf?"

"What kind of question is that?" he chuckled.

She shrugs and then slaps his arm, "Answer!"

"Fine, a vampire I guess." he said.

"What if she bites you?" Eleanor laughs.

"I don't want to kiss a hairy werewolf..." Harry says.

"True." I said.

She turns to me, "Would you rather eat a dirty sock or sand?"

I raise and eyebrow at her, "Eat sand."

This went on and on until we got tired. It was fun and weird. Eleanor had some weird ones.

"Hey, is it alright if I stay?" Eleanor asked when she got up and fixed her curly hair.

"Uh...yeah, sure." Harry nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Great!" Eleanor said.

"Louis will be the first to go to sleep." Harry smirked and looked at me.

"Well, maybe I won't." I said and crossed my arms.

"I wouldn't bet on it if I were you."

"I'll prove it! Let's all try to stay up!" I suggest.

"Fine. Until that clock" he points to his alarm clock beside his bed on the night stand, "hits 12. Whoever's still up, wins."

"Alright." I agreed to the challenge.

"Guys," Eleanor laughed, "you're acting like if you do this challenge, you'll win an award."

"Actually," Harry says, "whoever loses, gets to get an egg in their face tomorrow."

"Fine." I crossed my arms, smiling.

Oh it's on.