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Chapter 9
•Harry•

Niall and I were laughing along to something Niall had said when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Um... hi?" He stammered out. I looked up at his face. The boy still wore sunglasses.

"Hi!" I exclaimed eagerly. He chuckled and took off his glasses.

"I'm Louis. Louis Tomlinson," that was when I pinched myself. This couldn't be real, could it?

"Are you kidding?" I managed to get out.

"Look at me, Curly. Does it look like I'm kidding?" I looked at the boy who claimed he was Louis. He looked like Louis. Messy caramel fringe pushed out of his ocean blue eyes. Most definitely Louis Tomlinson.

"H-Harry," I stammer. "Harry Styles." Looking into his eyes, I seem to loose all the thoughts that were jumbled in my head. What do I do? What do I say?

"Look, Curly, why don't you grab your food and we go? I think Liam has gotten your little blonde friend covered," Louis winks at me and gestures to Niall, who I seemingly forgot about.

He looked nervous, constantly blushing, looking down, or stuttering. I hated seeing him like that. I leaned over the table and tapped Liam's shoulder, making him look at me. I whispered in this ear, "Be careful with him. Please," and grabbed my food like Louis said, and we left.

"So, Haz, do you live around here?" I hoped he meant the London area, because I nodded my head. "Great! Maybe we'll be seeing a bit more of each other," Louis winked. My heart melted. Did he have to be so irresistible?

I have no idea where my normal cheekiness has gone, or why I feel weak to my knees. The only thing I really know, is that I like it. "Maybe we could swap numbers then?" I ask hopefully. "Then you'll be able to see me until you get tired of me," I wink.

"Oh, I don't think I'll ever get tired of you, Curly," Are we... flirting? "I'd hope," Louis chuckles. "That was what I was trying to accomplish."

"Did I say that out loud?" I raise an eyebrow.

"Yeah, you did," I blushed. What is this boy doing to me?

"So... You wanna like get some coffee tomorrow or something?" I ask, a little too hopeful for my taste.

"Woah, let me get your number first," Louis chuckles again. "Trying to come onto me, Haz?" I blush again.

"N-no. I was just-"

"Calm down, Curly. I was just teasing you. I would love some coffee tomorrow. Just hand me your phone, yeah?" I slid my hand into my pocket and grabbed my phone, handing it to Louis.

"There you go!" He puts his number in. "Now, I must be going, but feel free to text me about coffee tomorrow, yeah? Bye, Haz."

With that, I let Louis Tomlinson walk away from me. And I don't think I was imagining him shaking his arse a little more than usual either.

•-•

hai. I'm not sure how long this is.

but these boys are really something, aren't they?

(16/6/13)

NEWLY EDITED ON:

(23/02/14)