Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 9

Niall is throwing all of his clothes out of the closed, eyeing some pieces a bit longer as he was thinking about if it were fitting before tossing in on the floor to the rest. The pile of clothes growing by every minute and Harry is already mad at him with the prospect of cleaning it up later that day.

"Niall! It's not an actual date! Please, calm yourself. Can you please just hand me something. I really do not care that much how I look. And I'm already late. Not in a fashionable way."

"But still- I want you to look good. Not that you ever look bad but you know what I mean."

"Gosh... I'll chose myself. Get out of the way."

He laughs walking over to the pile of clothes, taking out a pair of black skinny jeans and a button down shirt with dots.

"You think this will do?"

"Definitely. You look hot. Maybe keep a button more undone."

Harry rolls his eyes but still follows Niall's advice, knowing that arguing with him will lead no where.

After Harry is fully clothed and standing infront of Niall, Niall opens even one more button.

"Show those tats of, H. You can rock this look."

"You're mad, Niall. So mad."

Practical it made no difference anymore if Harry was even wearing a shirt.
He laughs it off as he leaves the room after he grabbed his tote bag and jeans jacket. 

Harry still can't believe he agreed to this whole scam. He walks down the stairs and already sees Louis standing in front of the building, hands down in his front pockets.

Louis looks to the front door of the dorm and is pissed- he's waiting for Harry for about 15 minutes now. It's cold, his toes are freezing and his hate for Niall - making him do this is rising every second. The second he lays eyes on Harry, there's a strange new feeling inside his stomach. Harry looks good. Really good. The many open buttons make him stop breathing for a moment.

"Damn Styles, making an impression on your first fake date?"

"Ehm.. what?"

There was a lot of confusion shown on Harry's face.

"I meant you look good, great actually. Those open buttons will make Nick regret his shit."

"Thanks, Louis. You look good yourself- bit cold. How long have you been waiting? I'm so sorry, Niall didn't stop talking."

"No worries, few minutes. Let's just get this over with and keep going to campus."

Harry nods and starts walking, not quite sure what he should talk about.
They walked in silence, till they arrived at the building where Harry's lecture is taking place.

As Harry wanted to say his goodbye, Louis cuts him off.

"I pick you up after your lecture. Text me when you're done."

Harry is irritated, Niall hasn't mentioned that part of the plan for today. Seems like Louis saw the question marks in his eyes.

"If I'm gonna play that I'm interested in you, I'll do it the right way and will pick you up as well. See you, Harry."

Louis leaves and Harry is speechless. He is already a better 'boyfriend' than Nick was. Nick never escorted him to campus or waited afterwards, only if they had classes in the same building.

The whole time Harry has a small smile playing on his lips. Maybe he and Louis could become friends during all of this.
After his third lecture of the day Harry is done. Not only with his classes but also with his nerves. Sitting there listening to his professors it hit him, that Nick and he are over. Again. But also for the first time. He wants to cry but knows a lecture is not the right place so he holds it in.

He thinks that he can cry later, in the safety of his room. When no one is around, and nobody can see him crying.
As soon as his lecture is over he leaves the room. He storms out of the building, just wanting to get to the dorm. He walks straight ahead, not realising that someone behind him is shouting his name till the person catches up with him.

"Harold!"
"God damn, Styles."

He turns around and is meet with blue eyes.

"When did you get so fast? I was running after your for the past hundred meters."

"Loui-.. Oh."

Harry now remembers that he was supposed to text Louis after his lecture.

" I am -.."

"No need to apologize. You look a bit thru. Did something happen?"

And Harry wasn't sure but he thought he saw a bit of worry in Louis eyes.

"No."

"I can tell you're lying."

"How? What?"

"Even though we aren't friends we still see each other multiple times a week. I know how you look when you lie and the way your voice goes quicker. So tell me, what happened."

"Don't wanna talk about it."

Harry feels his eyes getting wet and he definitely does not want to cry in front of Louis.

"I'll buy you a cuppa. That will help."

Harry agrees and they silently walk towards the corner café, where Harry used to work during his first summer vacation, the Beachwood Café.