Flower Crowns

7.

Louis' P.O.V

"Hello Louis! What brings you here?" Zayn's mom chimed. Her dark brown hair was up in a bun, and she had her plaid apron which had some kind of paste on it. She was probably baking, she always is.

"I wanted to know if Zayn and Harry were here." I asked politely, trying to peek in.

"No they're not. If you're ever looking for them, they'll most likely be at Harry's house. Zayn practically lives there, you know, with Harry's parents gone and all." She said and her eyes widened. What happened to Harry's parents?

"I've said to much." She admitted.

"It's okay, I won't mention it. Could I have his address?"

"Yes, of course." She said and then recited it, so I could type it in my phone.

"Thanks. Bye Mrs. Malik." I said walking to my car. I wonder about Harry's parents. Did they die? Did they disappear? Maybe I'll ask him some time. My phone buzzed in my pocket and I took it out my pocket.

Nialler: Party at mine tmw @10

Figures. He's always having parties. When I pulled into his driveway, I took in the appearance of his house. It was white with navy blue shutters and a glass door in front of navy blue door. I knocked on the glass door with yet, another flower crown in my hand. Harry opened the door and peeked out.

"Hi Harry." I greeted.

"Hi." He mumbled. His hair was messy and his cheeks an adorable shade of pink. I mean anybody's cheeks that color is cute...

"Hey. I just wanted to apologize for what Jessica said. I hope she didn't upset you too much. I felt like I owed you." I said revealing the lilac flower crown.

"You don't have to." He said quietly looking at his feet. I sighed taking the older flower crown off his head and replacing it with the new one.

"Thanks." He smiled.

"No problem....I have a question."

"What?"

"Can you come to a party with me?" I blurted out quickly. Why did I ask that? Why I am I so nervous?

"Me? You want to go with me?" He looked completely surprised by my question.

"Yeah why not?" I shrugged. It's just a party.

"I've never been to a party before." He admitted.

"That's okay. You can just hang with me." I offered.

"Y-Yeah that'd be great. Thank you." He sincerely said smiling at the ground.

"Why do you smile to your feet?"

"I don't know. I just do I guess." He shrugged.

"Well you shouldn't. It's nice." I complimented.

"Thanks. Yours too. And I like your tattoos." He blushed.

"Do I make you blush a lot? I do don't I?" I smiled widely and tucked that darn loose curl behind his ear (just to make him blush harder).

"Stop. My face feels like its on fire." He whines slapping his hands on his red cheeks.

"Aw is widdle Hazzy blushing." I said softly pitching his cheek. His skin is so soft.

"Lou." He said flustered and I swore he looked as red as a tomato. I felt something dancing around in my stomach. Butterflies?

"Harold." I teased.

"Okay, okay I'll stop torturing you for now. Be ready by 9:30 tomorrow."

"I will...Bye." He said biting his pink lip to contain his smile (he failed miserably)

"Bye." I said waving and walking to my car. And No matter how hard I tried I couldn't wipe that stupid ass smile off my face.

Harry's P.O.V

I felt hot and tingly as I closed the front door. Louis Tomlinson invited me to a party...me! He touched my cheek, he gave me a flower crown. I smiled giddily to myself as I walked to the living room.

"What took you so long? And you don't have pizza." He eyed me as I sat down. I barely heard him, I was buzzing with excitement.

"Hello?" He said waving his hand in front of my face.

"Oh, sorry. Louis came over to give me this. He made it for me. And he talked to me." I grinned happily pointing to the new flower crown and ignoring how desperate I sounded.

"He did? What'd you talk about?"

"Oh nothing. He only invited me to a party tomorrow!" I excited only Zayn didn't look amused.

"A party? Haz those kinds of parties basically consist of drunk and high people and those people having sex....I don't want you to be around that."

"W-What? I promise I won't do any of that stuff!"

"What if someone slipped something in your drink or something..." He said concerned.

"But it won't happen...I'll be with Louis the whole time." I tried to assure him. I had to go to this party.

"I'll think about it."

"Zayn." I whined bouncing softly on the couch. How could he not let me go?

"It's for you're safety...I never said you couldn't go yet." He shrugged. I sighed heavily crossing my arms over my chest. I had never really been upset at Zayn the way I am now. Doesn't he see how much this means to me? This is my first party. After a few minutes he spoke up.

"Okay. I decided that you can go, but so will I."

"Okay that's fine! Thank you so much!" I squealed. I'm going to a party with Louis Tomlinson. The doorbell rang and I was so happy I skipped to the door. I opened it revealing a gloomy looking pizza man. He looked in his 20s, but his eyes held no life.

"15 bucks." He mumbled. I handed him the $20 Zayn gave to me. He put the pizza box in my arms.

"Keep the change!" I smiled brightly at the man.

"Thanks." He muttered walking to his dark red car. I closed the door and walked back to the living room to a hungry Zayn.

Louis' P.O.V

I can't believe he said yes. I thought he would be uncomfortable with the whole idea, but I'm glad he said yes. He should wear those tight black skinnies.... What? My phone rang loudly, startling me. The name Jessica appeared on my phone and I sighed answering it.

"Hey babe." She said loudly into the phone.

"Hey what's up?" I responded.

"Nothing. I just miss you."

"I miss you too." I lied.

"What are you doing?" She said in a seductive voice, I knew where this was going.

"Laying in bed." I rejected her.

"Doing?"

"Laying down."

"What's wrong with you? Aren't you picking up what I'm putting down?" She huffed irritably.

"I'm just not feeling it tonight." I sighed laying on my back.

"You haven't been feeling it lately...what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just don't want sex all the time."

"I don't!"

"Okay, whatever."

"Don't whatever me!"

"I have to go."

"But-"

"Bye." I hung up. I knew how rude I was, but I didn't care. It seemed all she wanted from me was sexual desires and pleasure. I had the strange incline to want to talk to Harry. I know he wouldn't ask me for phone sex.

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Hi guys! Still prewriting! I'll probably post chapter 2 tonight! TGIF. I'm counting down the days to graduate cuz damn I'm ready.

-britishwriterliv