Harry's POV
Stop staring.
I've been telling myself this for about an hour now. I told myself this when we were watching the dance recital, when Louis found his sisters, and now while we're walking back to detention.
Stop staring.
But I just can't. Louis, he's, um, captivating in a weird way, I guess. He just kind of lights up in the most unexpected ways and it's hard not to look at.
His sisters told me that to prep for their recital Louis would practice it everyday with them and coach them so they'd be less nervous. And like that's just so- captivating?
I don't know what it is but it's something I really admire about him. Something I respect, which I never intended on feeling that way towards the smaller boy but here we are.
"Harold," Louis says all of a sudden to get my attention, "Are you even listening to me?"
I stare at him with wide eyes, "Uh, no?" I say innocently.
"Oh," Louis pauses and then laughs, "Well thank you for being honest about that."
I smile at him a bit, feeling my dimple slightly poking out. That's another thing I like about Louis. Well not 'like' obviously, but respect. He's funny, and honest, and doesn't take himself too seriously, and it's kind of refreshing. You don't see that often at the great almighty private school that we go to.
"Anyways, I was just saying that I hope you didn't mind tagging along with me to that little performance. I know it's a bit strange under our circumstances but you know," Louis shrugs as a finisher to his sentence.
"Yeah, I know," I playfully roll my eyes which gets me a little hip check from him, "But, um, seriously, I didn't mind. Not at all. It was nice to be around that kind of environment. Just you, your sisters, and Zayn, your..." I purposely leave the space blank, hoping Louis will fill that in for me.
"Best mate?" he says with a confused raise of his eyebrow, "Zayn's like a brother to me and my sisters. Been around for ages. I think my family actually likes him more than me," Louis chuckles.
Oh thank god. I don't know what I would've done if Louis was dating the other boy. I mean not that it affects me in any way, I'm just saying.
I smile to myself before faking a gasp, "No!" I say, dramatically putting a hand over my heart.
"I know right," Louis agrees in the same dramatic fashion, "That bastard."
I laugh and take a glance at Louis who appears to just be smiling over at me. He has crinkles by his eyes and a soft, fond presence that could bring world peace to any planet. My laugh seems to get caught up in my throat at that very instance and I immediately start coughing quite unattractively.
Louis looks at me full of concern and pats me on the back a few times before bursting into laughter. I glare at him as I try to get over my near death experience.
"Sorry," he says while still laughing.
I just shake my head and do a little 'hmph' before walking away. Louis has trouble catching me because he's such a small bean so he's practically running beside me.
"Hey! Don't be like that Haz!" he calls out sounding the tiniest bit out of breath.
It's kind of cute, honestly. Wait. I did NOT just think that. Oh my god what is wrong with me?!
"Haz?" I question, spinning around to face him.
With my sudden movement, Louis accidentally runs into me, his face slamming into my chest. I stare down at him and most times I would think my height gives me the upper hand in these situations. But this time, I really just think about how small Louis is and how adorable it is that he's that small.
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It's Mutual
Fanfiction"Do you know the difference between hate and love?" For Louis and Harry things have always been quite simple, they hate each other. Harry hates Louis and Louis hates Harry. It's mutual and they've discussed it, but they most certainly won't be discu...
