Fortune's Fools

Chapter six

Chapter Six

“How do I look?” I turned around to El who was sitting in the armchair at the other end of my room. I hadn't been sleeping much last night, constantly tossing and turning while thinking how I could fix this. Not that I ever came up with anything though, this was highly unfixable. Harry didn't get much sleep either, my phone buzzing every other minute with another text message of his. Every single word he had typed left my insides squirming as butterflies erupted from the pit of my stomach. I didn't ask him if he had realised who I was, not wanting to ruin what we had, the small things we could at least share for now.

Eleanor grinned as she looked me up and down. “Smashing Lou, as always. Do you want me to fix your eye liner?” she teased.

“Ha-ha. Very funny. Aren’t these pants a bit… weird? I mean, I could change into my royal blue jeans and…”

“Louis! You look perfectly fine. I’m quite sure Harry won’t notice what pants you're wearing.” She cut me off. Adding a sly remark before hugging me. “If you even manage to keep them on long enough for him to see you’re dressed.”

I stuck out my tongue and turned back to the mirror, trying to fix my messy hair into.. well another messy hairdo.

“Louis, stop it. You should go or you’ll be late.”

I nodded. “Sorry, I’m just… nervous. What if he doesn’t like me any more? Now that he’s sober and I’m not dressed up and all that?” I was rambling, butterflies all over my stomach, making my legs feel as if they could give out any minute.

“I know you are, but stop it. Enjoy it. But be careful Lou, promise? Zayn will kill you if he finds out. And he won’t be the only one.”

“I’ll be careful. And thank you for covering for me, us El. You’re the best.” I hugged her and pressed a lingering kiss on her cheek before dashing out the door.

“That’s fine love. Enjoy your date.”

 I made my way downstairs, out of the front door and the gates to find Niall on his motorcycle around the corner.

“Hi Louis! Jump on the back, here’s a helmet!” he cheered, turning the key so the motor started roaring.

I groaned, I hadn’t thought about the helmet, now my hair would certainly be ruined. Then again, if I didn’t wear it, it would get tousled by the wind and if we had an accident, my brains would be ruined. Not worth it. I pulled it over my head and adjusted the strap, signalling to Niall I was ready to go.

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I was sitting at the window of my favourite lunch-spot, a small café that Niall had discovered a few years ago, since his school was around the corner. Sighing nervously, I overlooked the square that lay in front of me, trying to spot Niall's motorcycle. 12.05. I kept on glancing at my watch whenever I stopped twirling my fingers for a second. He's not coming. He probably changed his mind. Or he realised who I am and is not willing to risk it. Twenty thousand doom scenarios had passed through my mind before I finally heard the familiar roaring of Niall's bike. 12.08, I couldn't believe I was panicking so much already when it was only 8 minutes past our meeting time. And when I had Niall to pick him up. Unless Niall was alone. My head shot up and I let out a relieved sigh when I found him at the back seat, taking off his helmet and looking around the square that was probably unfamiliar to him as he lived on the other side of town. I saw Niall pointing him at the café I was in and soon my eyes locked with Louis'. A smile crossed my face, and I noticed how the same thing happened with the beautiful boy that was now walking my way. I waved at Niall who turned his bike around and took off, before getting up to greet my date who pushed the door open. I walked the few passes to the door to end up in front of him, both of us still smiling broadly.