(Harry's POV)
"Harry!" Mum yelled from down stairs.
"M'what?!" I yell back.
"Come here would ya?"
I groaned yet decided I should just go see what she wants. While walking down the stairs and into the kitchen I rubbed my eye and said. "What do you want?"
"Harold! That's no way to act when we have company. Also, put on a shirt. That's not very polite of you. I'm so sorry you need to see this hun." I froze in my tracks seeing who was standing next to my mum. Oh good lord. It's him. I'm only wearing a pair of basketball shorts. I've got no shirt on. Someone. Help me. Or kill me. Either way I've never felt so embarrassed in my life. My face felt as though it was on fire.
"Well, this is awkward." I said, looking down. I wanted to run away up to my room where I could just lay on my bed and DIE. But, I forgot how to even walk apparently.
Mum awkwardly cleared her throat and said. "Harry, this is Louis. He lives next door. His mum and I are co-workers at the hospital. I remembered she had a son just a year older than you. So, I invited him over and thought maybe you two could be friends. Louis is a very nice boy. He should be able to keep you out of trouble... Unlike your past friends."
Is this a dream? You've got to be kidding me, right? He's my fucking neighbor? Only a year older than me? AND my mum is making us be friends.
Someone pinch me.
"Oh, would you look at the time!" Mum exclaimed. "I better head off to work. Jay and I are carpooling. Since we have the same shifts this month. So, Louis make yourself at home. We won't be home until late. So, feel free to stay the night. Have fun. Be good you two." She said then grabbed her keys while going out the door.
"Um... Hi..?" Louis said, awkwardly standing there. Obviously not knowing what to do, where to go, or even what to say. I mean who could blame him. I'm not even wearing a shirt and it seems like every time we're near each other it's nothing but awkwardness.
"Shit" I mumbled to myself as I realized I still wasn't wearing a shirt. "Uh... Y-you can sit... or.. S-something..? I should go put a shirt on." Running back up the stairs before he could even get a word out. I slammed my door shut and rushed over to my closest. Throwing clothes every which way, trying to find an outfit that made me look a little decent. I settled on wearing a Fall Out Boy tank-top with Grey skinnies and my marvel shoes. I rushed over to my bathroom, looking in the mirror to fix my hair and piercings real quick before running back down stairs to see Louis awkwardly sitting on the couch in the living room.
"Hey." I said breathlessly.
"Hi." He said glancing over at me, but looking away just as quickly. I noticed his cheeks turning a soft shade of pink. He looks so perfect, sitting on my couch. The blue eyed boy is in my house. Sitting on my couch. Honestly, I could just die right now. I swear.
"So.." I said, sitting on the couch next to him. A little closer than I intended. I cleared my throat and scooted away a little.
"So." He replied.
"Yeah..."
"Yep.."
God this is awkward.
Someone shoot me.
"You like Fall Out Boy..?" He asked, eyeing my shirt.
"Obviously."
"Sorry, that was a dumb question.." He replied quietly, a hint of embarrassment lingering in his tone.
"No, I'm sorry. That was rude of me, but yeah. I do like them. Quiet a lot actually." I said all in one breath. Jesus Harry. Control yourself. He's not a God. Even though he definitely looks like one.
"Cool, I like them too." He said, giving me a shy smile.
"W-what's your favorite song by them..?" I asked looking deep into his sparkling blue eyes. They're even more beautiful up close.
"What A Catch, Donnie." He said slightly blushing.
"Mine too." I say, feeling my heart flutter.
"What other bands do you like?" He asked with smile. Not once breaking eye contact.
"I like; ColdPlay, The Beatles, Kings Of Leon, My Chemical Romance, and a few others." I said, feeling my face getting hot again. "What about you?" I ask.
"I like all the bands you just said, besides Coldplay. I don't really listen to them that much. But, I also like Paramore, Of Mice & Men. But, my favorite would have to definitely be The Fray." He said, his smile growing bigger.
"What's your favorite song?" At first talking to him seemed like such a huge struggle. But, now I can feel myself growing somewhat more comfortable with the blue eyed boy.
"Look After You by The Fray. What's yours?"
"Free Falling by John Mayer." I replied, still neither of us ever breaking eye contact.
And that's how the rest of the night went. Just us asking random questions, getting to know each other. Simple questions.
Simple, but effective.
