Louis' POV:
I pulled out another cigarette and lit it, staring off into the distance. The thing is I don't want to graduate. I kinda liked the high school. Despite the drama, it was a good time. And Harry made me smile and laugh every day. "Harry," I said as I blew out a cloud of smoke. He glanced from looking over at the park's swings and looked at me. "We're still going to be close even after graduation, right?" The thought of drifting apart from Harry made me shutter and brought a tear to my eye. "Of course, Louis. We love each other and no distance can ever ruin that." His voice was smooth. I smiled huge as I took a puff of my cigarette. "Good."
Harry's POV:
I couldn't stop looking at the monkeybars. It's like some event occured and I felt as if I were drawn to them. Louis caught on to what I was looking at and grinned. "You want to go play on the monkeybars?" He teased. I laughed and darted forward. Why did these seem so familiar?
Louis thought he'd be Spiderman and began hanging upside down from the blue bars. "Hey Haz, remember? He asked. It came back to me. "Yes!" I yelled. And our lips collided. "Your kisses are always the sweetest." Louis blushed. Seeing him blush made me blush. I turned into a tomato as I spoke, "No yours are." Lou scoffed and rolled his eyes playfully, "Whatever!" As Louis was trying to get down, his foot got caught between two bars and he was hanging upside down. He started to panic. "Shit," He tried to untangle his foot but he ended up slipping. He fell from the bars, right on his ankle. "Harry, my ankle, I can't get up." Louis reached a hand out to me.
I helped him from the ground with one arm around his waist to keep him propped up. "I need ice," He said. "We're going to have to wobble to some place with ice." I said, concern over flowing in my voice. Louis looked up at me. "We're? You mean just me. You didn't hurt your foot." He said. "No, I mean we're as in I'm not leaving you to wobble and hop all over the place." I said, "Now, let's go get some ice for you."
We ended up at a fast food restaurant. It was the closest place, okay? I helped Louis into the place. He sat down at a booth while I approached the counter. "Uh, one large cup of ice please." The cashier looked at me. "You okay? You don't want, oh I don't know, a drink with the ice?" She asked. I laughed, "No, just ice. My boyfriend hurt his ankle and needs ice; not a drink." The lady looked away from me and blew air out of her mouth. Clearly not amused. "Alright, so one large cup of ice. That'll be $2.50." Fishing my wallet out of my back pocket I scoffed. "$2 fucking 50 for ice..."
Louis' POV:
I sat at the booth pateintly. Despite the throbbing pain in my left ankle. A few moments later, Harry returned. He sat down on the floor in front of me and began to put ice on my ankle. " $2.50 for ice. 2 mother fucking 50. That's crazy. And the lady was not so amused by my story of why I needed a large cup of ice but oh well, it's the truth." Harry was practically ranting. "Harry," I said. He looked up. "Breathe, it's okay. I'll pay you back." Harry laughed and then sighed. "I'm sorry. You don't have to pay me back. It's just that lady urks me. Is the ice helping at all?" I looked down at my foot. It was bruised but the swellling went down some already. And the pain wasn't as intense as before. "Yeah," I smiled. "Thanks."
