My Type » L.S

Four

The next day, I was at the park again. I was waiting for Harry to show up somehow.

So when I saw his tall figure running behind Darcy as she made her way towards me, I smiled.

"Louis! You won't believe what Harry gave me!" Darcy said, excited.

"What did he give you?" I ask, glancing up at Harry.

"He gave me tickets to a ballet show! And guess what? I have three tickets! So one for Harry, one for me and one for you!" She rambled excited.

"That's great." I say, smiling, as I saw Harry sitting next to me.

"Okay, I need to feed the ducks. I'll be back." She says, running of.

"You got three tickets knowingly,didn't you?" I say, looking at Harry.

"Well, what can I say, I have a weird infatuation with you." Harry said, shrugging, a cheeky smile on his face.

I blushed a little.

"Well, I'd like to take you somewhere." He said, getting up.

"What about Darcy?" I say, following him.

"I'll drop that little imp home."

"She's not an imp." I say, an offended look on my face.

"Well you don't live with her."
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After dropping Darcy home, Harry took me to a diner.

"What? Are you trying to change my eating habits, Harold?" I say, walking through the door Harry held open for me.

"Maybe." He said, grinning.

It was a small diner, cosy and homey. I liked it.

I liked big restaurants better, but this was okay too.

We sat in a booth and a waitress came over to us.

"Hey Harry! I see you came with someone today, anyways, what would you like to have?"

"Hey Tess, give us steak- the way I like it and a pie. An apple pie." Harry said, without looking at the menu.

"Okay, anything else?" She asked, looking over to me.

"I'd like a glass of water, please." I said, keeping the menu away.

"I'll be right back." The waitress said, walking away.

I looked over to Harry, to see him already looking at me.

"What?" I say, squirming in my seat.

Hate to break it to you guys, but I like Harry. I think. I've liked guys before, but this was a whole new level. I never blush, I never squirm in my seat, and I was not sure why I was liking Harry. He really wasn't my type.

"You and I have a lot to do today." He said, a smile forming on his face.

"Lord save me."
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Harry took me to a club.

He gave me shots and made me dance.

Dancing wasn't my thing.

Alcohol wasn't my type of drink.

But one look at Harry's face and I was a goner.

I did stuff he asked me to do and surprisingly I enjoyed it.

So when Harry was walking my drunk self home, I clinged to him.

"Thank you Harry." I slurred, facing him.

"Your welcome." He said grinning.

We stood there staring into each other's eyes. His eyes were green, like really green, forest green. I liked looking into them.

I broke the eye contact and leaned towards him.

I pecked his cheek and made my way inside, without giving him a glance.

Leaning on the door I breathed in, a smile on my face.