Louis' POV
Why on earth is some one here at this time of day? Grunting, I stumbled to the door. Clutching the doorknob, I gasped in pain. Suddenly remembering my bleeding hand, I scrambled to get a towel for the blood.
God, I hope it is just that mail man. I prayed.
Surprise, surprise.
It was Harry.
"Oh, uh..hi, sir."
Harry was talking to me.
"I heard shouting and crashing, and I wanted to, uh, make sure everything was all right."
Your cue to talk, Lou.
"Oh, uh, uhm, yeah, yeah. We're- I'm...good, yeah."
"Oh my god, your hand!" Harry cried reaching out towards me. REACHING OUT.
"Oh, yeah. That is kinda what the screaming was about..."
How was I even breathing?
"Well, are you alright?" He asks, taking my wrapped hand in his.
I was touching Harry Styles.
My vision quickly went hazy, then everything was black.
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Stalker
Random8:15: Curly haired boy woke up. 8:37: He changed his clothes. 8:43: Brushes teeth. 8:45: Eats breakfast. Everyday. I know his routine. I watch him.
