Heather- Larry Stylinson Fanfiction

1.

The early December day, the 3rd to be exact, was much colder than usual. My feet crunched beneath the snow filled ground. I pulled my sweater closer to me, shivering as cold breath came out of my mouth as I exhaled. I stopped by the front door, knocking on it. I could hear the voices of people talking inside the house. The door swung open.
"Hey, Louis!"
It was Liam.
I gave a small smile.
"Hey, Liam." He stepped aside.
"Well, come in, mate, it's freezing!" I nodded, walking inside the house. I looked around the living room, seeing the people present. Zayn and Niall sat on the couch, playing Fifa on the TV. Liam joined Ed, Taylor, and Gemma, who were sitting on the couch. I saw Harry talking in a deep conversation with Heather. He had a smile on his face as he talked to her. I looked at Harry, distracted when I heard someone call my name. It was Niall.
"Mind taking over, Louis? I'm gonna go get a drink." I nodded.
"Yeah, sure." I took the controller that Niall handed me, sitting beside Zayn on the soft couch. The game soon abruptly ended. Zayn threw his hands in the air.
"Yess! I won!"
"No fair!" Niall shouted from the kitchen. Zayn looked at Harry.
"Harry, you wanna play?" Harry looked up and nodded.
"Yeah, sure." Harry made his way over to me, sitting beside me. I turned to look at him, gazing into his soft emerald eyes. My gaze was turned back to the TV as the game started. I spent my day there and talked exceedingly to Harry. He listened to me the whole time as I talked. It made me feel important, like he actually enjoyed my random conversing. He stared at me the whole time as I talked, giving me butterflies. I felt like turning away, but I wouldn't. I couldn't turn away from the beautiful eyes. Not his.

The time came around 6:00pm. I had to head home before it got dark. I stood up from the couch, turning towards everyone.
"I've got to go now. It was nice seeing you guys." All of them looked up at me, preaching their goodbyes.
"See you at school." Niall murmured with his eyes on the TV. I nodded.
"See ya." I opened the door, heading outside. I heard someone trudging behind me.
"Louis?"
I turned around as I threw on my hood. It was Harry. I felt my heart race a bit.
"Hey." He was wearing one of those large puffer jackets. He smiled.
"Hi. It's not till later, but I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my house for New Year's? Unless you have plans." He was a few inches away from me. I looked up at him slightly.
"Uh, yeah. I'm willing to come." He smiled.
"Great!" He looked at my face.
"Are you cold? Your cheeks are pink." I felt myself blush, the pinkish tone from before coming from the cold. He took off his jacket, handing it to me. He holded it out to me.
"Hear," he insisted. "Your cold. Take it. Plus, it probably looks better on you than it does on me." I nodded as I gently tooked it from his hands, thinking as if it was a prized object.
"T-thanks." I whispered, putting it on. He leaned in, and I found his lips pressed against mine. His lips felt cold and chapped, though they felt so good. I was standing there in complete shock, shivering. I soon felt warm. He backed away, a small smile on his face.
"Bye." I nodded.
"Bye." I began to walk back home.

***

Home was quiet when I arrived. Mum had taken the girls shopping, noticing they weren't home yet. I walked over to my room. I gazed into the small mirror, staring at my reflection. I sighed as I brushed my messy hair back. I felt embarrassed as I I noticed my cheeks were harshly pink. It looked as if I was blushing. What if Harry thought I was blushing the whole time? I felt a slight panic arise. I realized that his jacket was still on me. I carefully took it off, placing it on the chair. I went back to staring at myself. My lips looked more pink than usual. Was it from the cold? Was it from the kiss? Or was I just being stupid thinking of that? I looked away from the mirror. I didn't like looking at myself like that. I thought back to the kiss. It felt so good. But why would he kiss me? Why would anyone like Harry kiss me? Me! I'm not even half as pretty as anyone else at school. It's not like he liked me. He liked Heather, I knew of it. I don't think he likes me, only as a friend. I wished he liked me like how I liked him. But he liked her better. Oh, how much I wish I was as nice as her, like an angel, they called her, as kind and beautiful as her.
Wish I were Heather.