casual affair

Chapter 11

Harry pov 

The rest of the weekend was spent the same, Niall and Louis attached at the hip and would swim and do makeovers and be loud upstairs. Saturday Niall showed Louis around town and they met up with Zayn as well, to my dismay. 

It was impossible to get a second alone with Niall, but I didn't mind. He was so excited Louis was there, always laughing and smiling at him. Sometimes glaring when he would tell an embarrassing story over dinner about Niall. Etta also really liked Louis, laughing at his jokes as well. I have to admit the kid was nice and I'm glad Niall has a good friend like that. 

A small part of me felt scared shitless over Louis. It was killing me to know if he knew about me and Niall. If he did, then that was like putting a loaded gun in his hands. He could choose to shoot me and expose my secret to Etta, or he could keep it between him and Niall hovering it over my head.

Unless he doesn't know at all which is just as nerve wracking. 

Sunday came around and I made a big breakfast for everyone and Louis and Niall babbled their way through another meal as me and Etta tried to keep up. The boys went to town and did some things there and Etta laid out by the pool while I was working in my office. 

Around five, the boys got home and Etta suggested we go out for Louis's last night here, somewhere fancy. They loved the idea and ran upstairs to get ready. 

Me and Etta got ready as well and I wore a white button up and some grey trousers and she wore a pretty black flowy dress. 

The boys came down, both with light and similar makeup looks. Louis wore a linen grey button down and white shorts, cute. 

Niall wore a light blue tee shirt and the denim skirt and little white frilly socks. 

The denim skirt. 

The one I bought him. 

Fuck me. 

Etta complimented them both and said they looked adorable and they both blushed and sent compliments back her way. 

I ignored them and went to the car, we drove to an Italian place that me and Etta liked and got seated at a square table, with Niall one one side of me, Etta on the other, and Louis across from me. 

Great. 

All through dinner I tried to not to stare at Nialls smooth legs next to me, as his skirt rose up just a tad as he sat down, making it come to the middle of his thigh. I tried not to fond at him every time he laughed. I tried not to stare into his pretty blue eyes that looked even brighter in this lighting. I tried not to watch his pink glossed lips as he spoke. 

I held Ettas hand throughout dinner, making her smile, and to take suspicion off of me staring at Niall. 

Louis didn't notice my dilemma as he sat across from me and rambled on as usual. 

After dinner, and about three glasses of wine to also distract me, we left and went back home. Niall and Louis loudly sang to every song on the radio on the way home and I tried to bite back telling them to shut up. 

When we got home they thanked us for dinner and bolted upstairs to get back to giggling and singing and whatever else they do up there. 

Me and Etta took a shower, together, and laid up on the couch and watched a movie. I assumed she wasn't mad at me considering she was nestled into me on the couch. 

At around midnight we decided to go to bed and I laid down and waited until I heard Ettas soft snores before getting out of bed. 

I made my way upstairs quietly and Nialls door was slightly cracked open. I peeked in to see them sitting on the floor and chatting. Nialls hair was wet, assuming he just got out of the shower. They were both wearing big tee shirts and little sleep shorts and they babbled on and on.