I love him (L.S.)

Chapter 16

Louis

After a wonderful day together, Harry drove me back to the house.

As we pulled up to the driveway, he turned off the engine and smiled at me. "I'll walk you to the door." He said, leaving no room for argument.

We got out of the car and walked up the path to my front door, the air cool and refreshing.

As we reached the doorstep, I turned to face Harry, feeling a bit awkward. "Thanks for today, Hazza. I had a great time."

Harry waved and I leaned in for a hug at the same time. We both stopped, laughing at the mix up. "Oops" I said, grinning.

"Let's try that again." Harry suggested, smiling back.

We moved in for a hug at the same time, finally wrapping our arms around each other. The world seemed to fall away, leaving just us two in a perfect moment of silence.

After a few heartbeats, Harry pulled back slightly, arms still around me. His eyes met mine and I could see the sincerity in them. "Lou," he said softly. "Can I..... Can I be your boyfriend?"

My heart skipped a beat, a rush of happiness filling me. I smiled, feeling like the luckiest person on the planet. "Yes, Harry" I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. "I'd love that."

We hugged again, this time tighter and more certain. Both of us knew that this was the start of something beautiful.

The importance of his question, asking if he could be my boyfriend, made it even more special. It wasn't just about him wanting me. It was about wanting to be a part of my life, asking for a place in my heart.

I couldn't be more happier to give it to him.

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I laid in bed, still giddy from the day's events. I was replaying every moment in my head, a smile permanently etched on my face.

Harry is my boyfriend now.

Harry Styles is my BOYFRIEND.

Wow.

It felt surreal and perfect.

Just as I was drifting into a daydream, my phone rang.

I glanced at the screen and saw Zayn's name flashing, a mix of excitement and guilt washing over me. I took a deep breath and answered.

"Hey Z!" I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

"Hey kiddo! How's it going?" Zayn's voice sounded cheerful, and I could hear the background noise of a busy city. "How was your day?"

"It was good! How's the shoot going?" I asked, eager to shift the focus to him and his day.

"It's going wonderful! We're in this amazing location today, and the weather is perfect for the outdoor shots. You're gonna love the photos." Zayn said, enthusiasm evident in his voice.

"That's awesome, Z. I can't wait to see the pictures," I replied genuinely happy for him.

"So, what did you do today? Anything exciting?" Oh how I wish I could tell him about Harry. I really want to tell him I went on a date and have a boyfriend now.

But I was scared. What if Z loses his shit. What if he doesn't approve it. What if he never lets Harry around the house anymore.

I hesitated for a moment, trying to come up with a possible story. "Oh, you know. Just went to the mall. Did some shopping and grabbed a bite to eat."

"Sounds fun. How's the weather back home? It's really nice here."

"It was really nice today. Especially after last night. I thought everything would be muddy but it was perfect for a picnic at the park." I said without thinking.

My heart sank as I realised my mistake. "I mean, it was nice for walking around after the mall. It would have been nice to have a picnic." I quickly added, hoping he didn't notice the slip-up.

Z paused for a moment. "A picnic, huh? That does sound nice. We should do that when I get back."

"Yeah, that would be great," I agreed, relieved that he seemed to let it go. "So, how's the team? Everyone treating you well?"

"Yeah, the team is fantastic. We're all getting along really well. It's been a lot of hard work, but it's worth it," Zayn said.

We chatted a bit more about his shoot and the people he was working with. As the conversation wound down, I felt a sense of relief. I was sure Zayn hadn't suspected anything.

"Alright kiddo, I've got to get going. Early shoot tomorrow. Take care, okay?" Zayn said.

"You too Z, talk to you soon. Love you" I replied, hanging up the phone.

I lay back on my bed, feeling a mixture of relief and guilt. I needed to talk to Harry about telling Zayn.

It wouldn't be easy but it was the right thing to do. I always tell Z everything and lying to him just feels so wrong.

For now though, I was just happy to have Harry in my life.