The foreign exchange student (Larry fanfiction)

Chapter 21: Louis

***Louis' Pov.***

Harry and I walked home talking about random stuff and we both decided not to tell anyone about my little allergic reaction.

I mean it was nothing.

Psh.

Whatever it was embarrassing.

"Hey Lou.." Harry said nudging my arm.

"Mmm.?" Is all I responded.

"I really like you." Harry said blushing and looked down.

I stayed silent unknowing what to do.

A side of me wanted to dance around the streets screaming and smiling because Harry styles actually liked me.

Another side of me wanted to run and cry because I knew deep down I could never ever be with him.

"Please say something.." He whispered and kept his eyes on the ground.

"I...I don't know what to say." I managed to say trying to swallow the lump in my throat.

"Y-you don't like me do you?.." He said sadness thick in his voice I sighed running my fingers through my hair.

"No Harry it's not like that." I said trying to think of what to say.

"Then what's it like huh?" A harsh tone in his voice as his head snapped up and looked at me tears clouding his eyes.

"I like you. A lot..." I began and he busted into the hugest smile I've ever seen and he went to hug me but I flinched away.

"Harry I can't. I'm staying at your parents for their program and how bad does it look me sneaking around with her son? Very bad! I can't do this I will ruin the program. And I have to go back to France eventually anyways." I rambled on and his smile remained like a little kid on Christmas discovering presents. Clearly he bloke me out not even listening to me at all.

"It won't look bad I like you Louis! I maybe even-...love you. I don't know. You won't ruin the program my parents will understand! And if you go to France ill just go with you." He smile obviously ignoring my point and being oblivious.

"Your parents won't understand Harry. If I was a pretty popular girl maybe but I'm not Harry and you need to see that you are just confused and you don't love me." I said trying to hold back my tears as I tried to shove the boy I truly liked away.

"Boo-.." He began and I couldn't help but let a few tears slip.

"Stop. Don't call me that. Okay just leave me alone until I go back to France." I said running into the house and up into my room letting all the tears fall. Saying goodbye was so hard.

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