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Louis' P.O.V

"You sounded great today, really." I told Harry. His voice is really beautiful. He's got a gift. It gave me actual chills. I had written a song along time ago thought I would be good for the project, and I brought it in for him to sing. I knew he would sound great, I just knew it.

"Thanks...so um--Zayn's waiting for me. I'll see you tonight." He blushed looking at the ground.

"If you smile at the ground one more time, I swear." I teased tucking in that loose curl.

"I-I'll have to cut that." He said not making eye contact with me.

"No, don't. I like it."

"O-Okay I won't."

"Let's go Haz!" Zayn yelled from the car.

"Oh--bye I guess. I'll pick you up in a couple of hours." I said scratching the back of my neck. He wrapped his arms around my torso softly. I cooed to my self and my stomach fluttered. He's such a sweetheart really...in a bro way of course.

"Bye." He mumbled. I hugged his small body back and we went our separate ways. I watched him drive away with Zayn and disappear from the school parking lot. And no I didn't feel an urgency to grab his cute butt as he walked away.

Harry's P.O.V

"What was Louis talking to you about? And why does he always touch you?" questioned Zayn.

"He was just telling me he'd pick me up to go to the party and he doesn't always touch me." I defended. I wish it was always.

"No need to get defensive. I was just wondering. I find it a bit odd and I don't like it." He shrugged. I ignored his last comment cause Louis was absolutely lovely. As soon as we got to my house, I jumped in the shower. I gotta smell good for Louis. I squirted my vanilla bean body soap on my blue loofa. Loofa's are manly too. I hummed the tune to Louis' song he wrote. He told me I'd sound perfect for it. I blushed at the thought of me blushing at one of his many compliments. I turned off the faucet and wrapped my towel around my body. I dried myself of and rubbed vanilla lotion on me. I love vanilla. When I was done, I walked to my room and slipped on a pair of boxers. I have to look good tonight. I can't dress like I usually do. For Louis. I scanned through my sparse amount of clothes until I decided on something. I picked a plain black tee-shirt, my tight black skinnies (maybe it'll get him to look at my butt, I'm blushing), and my black beat up converse. After checking myself out in the mirror and fixing my hair, I was ready.

"Haz! I ordered pizza and Louis is coming in an hour!" Zayn yelled. I sighed looking in the mirror once more and running downstairs. Zayn looked the same because he felt he never needed to change. And he didn't. I started eating the pepperoni pizza while mindlessly watching TV. Soon, the pizza was gone and Zayn went to throw the box away when I heard the doorbell. My heart stopped and I felt like I was about throw up all the pizza I just ate. I quickly walked to the door and threw it open nervously. To say Louis looked good was an understatement. He was wearing a band muscle tee, showing of his biceps and blue skinnies, a black beanie and converse. I had to be drooling.

"H-Hi." I stuttered trying to stop staring.

"Hey, you look great!"

Louis' P.O.V

Great? He looked gorgeous. His cheeks were all pink and blushy and his lips were pouty. The black tee showed off his flat little tummy and I can't wait till he turns around cause those jeans should be illegal....what am I saying? But I can't help it. He looks amazing. I can say that about another guy without meaning it in that way...right?

"I'm taking my own car, we'll meet you there Louis." Zayn yelled.

"Zayn!" He squealed. He ran off to talk to him and damn.....literally the perfect ass. Those jeans were just tight enough. I just checked out his butt. Oh my god...I have a girlfriend.

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