Chapter 8[Getting Over It]

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(Louis POV)

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(Louis POV)

Once Harry got out of the shower I quickly made my way into the bathroom trying my hardest to make sure not to meet the other lads eyes.

It was quite hard because I've started to get used to looking into those astonishing eyes of his and the beauty and power they hold over me.

When I finally got inside the bathroom I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding in.

Once I stripped of all my clothes I walked right into the shower and got lost in my thoughts that have been stuck in the back of my mind.

How did we end up here. Are we taking this too fast. What if I mess this all up. Why am I feeling like this, I've never caught feelings for someone this fast. Is there something wrong with me?

All of these negative thoughts raced through my head all at once never stopping, it was just one after the other with no end to it at all.

I shivered when I realized the water had gone cold which meant I've been in the shower for god knows how long, but I knew it was too long. I quickly finished up making sure to clean any leftover remains of pancake and syrup that I had all over me.

I slipped out the shower and quickly grabbed a towel I had left out before I got into the once hot water.

I made my way out of the bathroom and towards the walk in closet that sat right in front of my bed. I dug around and rummaged through everything I saw until I pulled out a pretty decent outfit. I wore a plain black shirt with a denim jacket and a pair of jeans as I made my way down the stairs.

When I got to the final step I saw Harry. I somehow found the courage that was buried deep within me to look up and meet his eyes after that awkward interaction we had not long ago.

Between the two of us I was the first one to speak and break the uncomfortable silence wanting to escape from it.

"If you want I can walk you out." I offered with an awkward smile planted across my face. Harry looked up still fiddling with his fingers slightly. "That would be lovely." He said with a warming smile on his face.

I told him to follow me before we both made our way across the house. I made in abrupt stop a few feet from the door which made Harry who was trailing not to far behind me bump into me.

I looked back and gave him an amused look "Sorry about that." He was looking down with a slight tint of pink on his cheeks that weren't really noticeable but was quite adorable.

I gave him a small smile to show that it was alright before I opened the door. I stepped out of the way to let the younger boy through. I heard a quiet "thank you" come from him before I made my way out and shut the door behind me.

The walk to Harry's car was silent, but not the same awkward silence that was insufferable. No. This one was comfortable. One that I wanted to drown myself in without coming back up. One that I could stay forever in.

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