Things I Can't

Chapter 12

Harry

The week passed by quickly after that fateful day in Louis' kitchen. Needless to say, our relationship had improved greatly since then. I learned much more about the boy that suprised, and intrigued me. He was such an alluring young man, and it never ceased to amaze me

"You mean to tell me that you did gymnastics as I child?" I laughed. I just couldn't picture Louis in a leotard. No doubt he could pull it off, but it was still a funny mental picture.

"I glad you find that amusing." He pouted. "But yeah, I did it for two years. Pretty embarrassing, I know."

"Hey, I think it's cute." I touched his arm while stifling a laugh.

It was Friday, an hour before my date and I still had yet to get ready. I chose to spend the time with Louis instead knowing that he was still undeniably jealous. I had to remind him over and over again that he was the only one for me.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for Lisbitch?" He scolded. I shrugged and stood up, stretching out my stiff muscles.

"I don't know what to wear. I don't wanna give her the wrong impression." I muttered quietly, carding through the plethora of clothes in my vast closet.

"Harry, you realize that you look good in anything right?" Louis spoke up. I turned to face him and shook my head, but he insisted.

"I'm serious! Here, wear that blue t-shirt and those jeans." He held the outfit out to me and blushed as I pulled off the polo shirt I currently had on. "See, I told you. It looks good."

We were in my bedroom, which was risky seeing as my parents were home but they never normally bothered me when I was upstairs. "You like it?"

"Love it more like. Lissa is a lucky girl." He sighed. I rolled my eyes, moving to grab his petite shoulders.

"It's just one date babe. It doesn't even mean anything. Remember that." I made sure he agreed before releasing him and kissing his nose. He wrinkled his nose and let out a giggle. "When I get back we can watch movies all night and cuddle. Okay?"

"Okay." He agreed. "But can I kiss you now?"

"You don't even have to ask." I shook my head and lifted him up into my arms. He didn't weigh anything, so it was actually quite comfortable. We kissed for a good two minutes, no tounge just his lips against mine and a lot of passion. I didn't pull away until I heard the sound of footsteps right outside my bedroom door.

Shit. I thought. Louis was staring at me in shock, having heard the footsteps as well. I mouthed a quick apology before shoving him into the closet and telling him not to make a nose.

"Harry?" The person said, entering my room. It was my mom trailed by Maria. I bit my lip to keep myself from freaking out.

"Who were you talking to up here honey?"

"Niall called me." I lied, glancing at the closet. I was a horrid liar. I always have been. I could tell that Maria knew I was lying, but she chose not to say it. That's why she was my favorite nanny. She had my full and complete trust.

"Well, you need to hurry up hun! Your hair is a mess!" Anne tried taming it with her fingers, but it only knotted up further. "Lissa will be here in about ten minutes. Oh I'm so happy for you! Your first date! You two will make a lovely couple!"

"Mum, don't get ahead of yourself. Lissa and I might not even get along." I reminded her in a timid voice. Much to my displeasure, she started laughing.

"Oh Harry." She touched my arm. "Of course you will! She comes from a lovely family!"

Translation: They have money. You better get along or I'll force you with her.