My Type » L.S

Three

That Harry guy was back at the park with Darcy the whole week.

I tried to ignore him but he used to come up with something and make a conversation with me.

Yes, he was attractive, but he wasn't my type.

Today, wasn't a good day for me.

Today, I got the news that Niall was going to Ireland for a week.

A whole week.

How was I to survive going to the park alone for a week?

Well I wasn't going to go to that park for the week but Niall made me promise to continue whatever this thing was till he came back.

And I was a man of words, I simply didn't break a promise.

So I went to park, tagging a book along with me, hoping I wouldn't be bothered by Harry or Darcy's presence. I had nothing against those two, really- nothing at all against Darcy- but I wasn't comfortable around Harry. I didn't know why.

But my hopes soon crashed as I felt a presence next to me.

"How do you read all that stuff?" I heard Harry's deep voice.

"How do you not read this stuff?" I say, pushing my glasses back on my nose.

"There is dying on every single page, you are one violent guy Mr.Louis." Harry said, his eyebrows raised.

"Well books having deaths on every single page , are my type of books." I say, shrugged.

"Your type?" Harry asked more confused.

"I have a type for everything." I say, sighing.

"Uh-huh, then what is your type of shoes?" Harry asked, looking down at my feet.

"Vans." I say, flipping the page of my book.

"Your type of glasses?"

"Black , thick and rectangular in shape."

"Your type of clothes?"

"Button-downs and pants."

"What do you not have a type for?!" Harry exclaimed, his hands in the air.

"Friends and family." I say shrugging.

"So what is your type of girl or a guy, whatever floats your boat?" Harry asked.

I could feel him watching me from the corner of my eyes.

"First of all, I prefer guys." I say, watching as Harry grinned.

"Figured." He says, cheekily.

I scoff at that.

"My type is someone like me." I continue, keeping my book aside.

"Describe 'like me'." He said, pulling his legs to his chest.

"Well, someone particular, hygienic, carful, focused and straightforward. Just like me."

"So basically, you want your boyfriend to be your unbiological twin?"

"Well, I can't see myself dating a careless guy." I say, scrunching my eyebrows.

"Well-" Harry was cut of my Darcy.

"Harry, can we go have ice cream?! Please please please please please? I want ice cream, please?" She said, giving her best puppy dog eyes.

"Hey! Don't look at me like that!" Harry said, covering his eyes with his hands, peeping through them.

I smiled at him, he was cute.

"Alright okay, stop looking at me like a doe please." Harry said getting up.

"Louis do you want to join us?" Darcy asked.

"Yeah Louis do you want to?" Harry asked, smirking.

"I don't like ice cream." I say, smiling as Darcy gasped.

"Wait, let me guess, not your type of food?" Harry said, rolling his eyes.

"Yup." I say, popping the 'p' .

"That means you've never had ice cream before?" Darcy asked, still shocked.

"Just once."

"Harry he needs to have Josh's ice cream, like right now." Darcy said, sternly.

"Whatever the kid says." Harry says, grinning.
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So there was I, looking down at a chocolate ice cream , with an audience gawking at me.

"Stop looking at me like that!" I say, annoyed.

"Go on, take a bite." Darcy urged.

"Yeah, take a bite." Harry said, smiling, his dimples poking out.

"Y'all should thank god you're cute." I mumble, taking a bite of the ice cream.

"How is it?" Darcy asked, leaning over the table.

"It's okay." I say.

It really was good.

"Just okay?!" Darcy screeched.

Harry was trying hard to hide his laugh.

I smiled.

"It's really good Darcy."

"See I told you!" She said, sitting back in her seat.

I just shook my head.

•

"Thank you for the ride." I say, getting out of Harry's car.

"It's no problem." He says, smiling.

"Tell her I said bye." I say, motioning to the sleeping Darcy.

"Will do."

"And thank you for the ice cream too."

"Anytime." He says, his smile widening.

He really was very cute.

With that I made my way to my house.

"I'm home!" I shout walking inside.

"Hi Louis!" Fizzy shouts from the couch she was sitting on.

"Hey, Fizzy." I say, sitting besides her.

"What's that on your shirt?" She asked, pointing at a spot.

"Oh just dropped some ice cream." I say, waving her off.

"You had ice cream?" She gasped.

Then I realised.

I ate something that wasn't my type.

With someone that wasn't my type.

But there are no types when it comes to friends right?