Anything Can Happen

Chapter Thirteen

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Harry POV

I throw my backpack on the ground after a long school day, and walk carelessly into the living room, resembling a zombie. I slide a video game CD into the game console, and take my seat on the couch, starting up the TV screen.

Fifteen minutes into the game, and the front door slams open, and voices echo throughout the entire house. What used to be silent and peaceful now becomes loud and obnoxious. "Gem! She's a fucking bitch, let me slap her shitless!" I hear being shouted, and I automatically recognize the higher pitched voice. I mean, how couldn't I? It's so soft to hear, even if it's being shouted.

I pause my game, and turn my head slightly to my right, seeing Louis, Gemma, and Liam standing near the front door, shrugging off their coats and shoes. I attempt to breathe out in annoyance, but internally, I'm praying that I will be able to utter at least a few words to Louis.

I return my attention back to the game, and hear shuffling footsteps approaching from behind. I try not to act surprised after Louis flings himself over the back of the couch, and lands on his bum next to mine. "Heya Curly!" He cheers with a bright smile, crinkles forming on either sides of his eyes because of how large he's smiling. It's one of the many things I admire about him. He's never in a bad mood, and if he is, he covers it up with a smile, because he wants everyone around him to be happy! He has a beautiful characteristic, one I admire everything about.

"Uhm, hi," I say shyly, not turning my head to face him. I don't trust myself to get lost in his eyes if I do...

"Whatcha playing?" He says, not noticing the fact that I'm trying to ignore him, and moves in closer to my side. A warm spark ignites in my leg from where his knee touches mine, but I try not to show the beaming smile threatening to appear at any calling money.

"Eeeh, just some FIFA?" I respond, again shyly, and damn, that could've come out a little smoother. But I can't help myself around Louis! Something about him just, changes the way I act! I want to impress him, but at the same time, I want to act as though he has no influence on me. Like I'm not at all head over heals for him already.

"Well, I'll let you carry on! Gemma's looking for me," he laughs, referring to the fact that Gem had been calling for him from upstairs repetitively for the past couple of minutes.

"Yeah, see ya," I say cooly, and continue on with my game, not being able to focus on the players anymore, but rather on a certain Yorkshire lad.
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Memories of Louis and I has become my new regular. I anticipate remembering these memories once or twice a day, in fact, I rather look forward to them! It is a fun reminder of what we had, not only relationship wise, but as friends as well. The memories hurt knowing that they will be no longer, but, he was my life for as long as I can remember, and that time isn't going to disappear only because he's no longer in it.

I guess in the grand scheme of things, it could be worse. We were friends before boyfriends, so it could be easier remaining friends afterwards. I mean, when we talked earlier with each other at Tesco's, it wasn't bad at all! Rather nice, actually. It hurt seeing him, of course, because I no longer had the pleasure of wrapping him in my arms, or placing a sweet kiss to his lips. Overall, I felt hurt, and ashamed for where I led things to go between us, but there was a hint of assurance knowing that we can still carry out a conversation without it being awkward.