Outcasts

Chapter 8

Time with Louis flew by in a whirlwind of stolen kisses and lovestruck giggles. Their dates consisted mainly of trips to Louis’ house, or the older boy sneaking in through Harry’s balcony. After Harry had made a horrible first impression on Louis’ friends, the couple had never done anything together other than visit each other’s houses. Life had become fast paced and crazy, and Harry had never been happier.

            -x-

            It happened one Friday when Harry was sitting in chemistry class. He was taking overly thorough notes, his hand flying across the notebook paper, when his phone vibrated in his pocket. With a poorly contained smile, Harry stealthily pulled out his phone and opened the new message.

Hey hot stuff. Theres a party 2night and you n me r going. Bring liam or zaynie will kill me. Tell ur parents ur going 2 study party or sumthing idk. U just need to come so I can c my hazza.

            By the time he finished reading over the message, Harry was grinning like an idiot. Although he remembered Zayn’s warning to keep their relationship on the down-low, he couldn’t resist an opportunity to show off his hot boyfriend, even if it was to a bunch of drunken strangers.  

            There was still the issue of finding an excuse to tell his parents. But just as Harry had expected, lying to his mum and dad had become increasingly easy. He had even gone as far as to make up fake friends, so that they wouldn’t get suspicious and call Liam’s parents to ask why they had been spending so much excess time together. As far as his parents knew, Harry had become a social butterfly over the past couple months. And that was more than okay with him.

            -x-

Harry yet again found himself creeping into his parents’ room with some bullshit excuse on the tip of his tongue. Louis was currently parked outside his house, so he had to be quick. Harry had decided on going with Louis’ story to save himself from over-thinking an excuse or psyching himself out.

            “Mum? Dad?” Harry called as he tiptoed into the room.

            “Yes, Harry?” His mother replied.

            Harry entered their bedroom fully to see both his parents sitting in bed reading books.

            “There’s gonna be like a study party kind of thing tonight. A bunch of boys from my math class are gonna get together and do homework and prepare for finals. So could I go?” Harry lied through his teeth.

            “Sure I don’t see why not.” His dad replied easily.

            “Be back by midnight.” Harry’s mom added sternly.

            “Oh Anne, let him stay out later. They’re just going to be studying. Tell you what,” His dad turned to Harry, “If your friend’s parents are ok with it, then you can spend the night over there.”

            “Alright cool.” Harry sighed in relief.

            Harry left the bedroom in a rush. He bit painfully on his bottom lip to keep down the ridiculous smile that caused his dimples to appear. Things had gone much better than he ever could have hoped, and he knew Louis would be thrilled. And after all, Louis’ happiness was all that mattered to Harry.

            In record timing, Harry had packed himself a small bag filled with pajamas, a toothbrush, and a change of clothes for tomorrow. Unable to contain his excitement, Harry sprinted down the stairs and out the door. Once outside, he was greeted with the sight of a very smiley Louis sitting in his favorite Camero.