Two Months With Him [COMPLETED]

Part Nineteen

Louis' POV:

Work was a little more difficult today. Whenever someone would call my name I wouldn't hear them and sometimes kids would be splashing too much in the pool and I wouldn't even notice, which caused me to get in trouble with my boss.

It was definitely harder for me to concentrate.

My mind kept drifting off to last night. Because I'm not sure if Harry even remembers what happened but I was the sober one and what happened clearly sticks out in my memory.

Harry kissed me. He came onto me.

And he didn't just kiss me once.

We made out.

In my house. Oh my god wait until mum finds out.

Am I going to tell her that? Maybe I won't have to. Maybe when I go home he won't be there and I won't even have to see him.

Maybe he will just stay at his house for the rest of the summer. That could work.

Or maybe he was so drunk that he won't even remember. That would be the best option. If he just didn't remember and I could act like nothing happened.

But something did happen.

I can't deny that something happened. But it was just a kiss right?

Okay maybe it was just an innocent make out. I'm sure he didn't even know what he was doing. He did have a lot to drink remember.

These were the thoughts that roamed around in my head at work all day.

When work is over I get in my car to drive home and I turn the music up as loud as I can stand it. Hoping to block out my thoughts.

Maybe this is why he drinks so much.

I pull my car into the driveway and without fail his car is there also.

Maybe he's out with that girl.

I'm trying to think of every single excuse as to why he wouldn't be in my house. But the feeling deep in my stomach tells me he's going to be in there.

As I walk up to the door I keep reminding myself.

Nothing happened. Just act like nothing happened.

"Okay, nothing happened."

I put my key in the lock and turn it, unlocking the door.

I open it slowly and walk in.

No Harry.

Okay we are doing good.

I take a few more steps inside and I shut the door quietly.

Still no Harry.

Relief begins to wash over me as I turn the corner and I don't see him sitting in the living room like I usually do.

As I'm making my way to my room I hear his voice.

"Hey?"

It's not a rough hey, it's more gentle. Soft. I turn to see him looking at me and just by the way he's standing in front of me and looking at me I can tell he knows what happened last night.

"Hey." I reply back to him.

"How was work?" He asks me. I'm thankful that it's a question I can actually answer.

"It was the usual." I say.

He actually giggles.

Did I say something funny?

Has someone kidnapped Harry and replaced him with a completely different, nicer human?

His kindness takes me by surprise and I decide to just go with it.

I look at him and turn around to walk to my room so I can change my clothes.

When I walk back into the living room Harry's sitting on the couch.

Just sit next to him. It's just a couch. Maybe if he wants to kill you he will make it quick.

As I make my way to the couch I can feel his eyes on me, reminding me how just a few days ago our roles were switched. Now I'm the nervous one in this house.

When I sit down on the opposite end it's only been a few minutes before Harry mutes the tv and turns to me.

"Can we talk?" He says to me.