Park Benches (EDITING)

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*I have a little special surprise attatched!*

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Lotts’ POV

            “Oh hey Charlotte,” Eleanor locked eyes with me, almost confused and shocked, but a smile was in place before I could read too much into the expression.

            “Lotts or Lottie,” Louis corrected her before I could, letting the confused and shocked gaze appear in my eyes.

            “Excuse me?” She nudged Louis, playfully pushing him.

            “She hates her full name; she prefers Lotts or Lottie, pretty much anything besides Charlotte.” Louis nodded his head boldly, as if he’d practiced the explanation a million times.

            Eleanor was taken aback again, dashing her more noticeably look over to my matching stare. “Yeah…what he said,” my head turned back towards the recently paused movie, trying to block out the increasing volume of their steps.

            “Harry move over!” Niall swatted the curly boy, who was now pressed against me.

            “Hello Harry,” I taunted, wrapping my arm around his neck and painfully pulling him to me.

            A large gulp was visibly swallowed as he popped my personal bubble, “Hello Charlotte,” a smirk arose as my eyes narrowed at him.

            “Oh! I love this movie! Lou, did you pick it out? I know you’re rather fond of it too!” Eleanor cheered at the gigantic television screen while cuddling closer to Lou.

            “Actually it was Lottie over here,” Harry cuddled up to me, practically mirroring Eleanor.

            “Can I press play?” Niall grunted, snuggling up with a comfy-looking pillow.

            “Mhm,” Louis nuzzled his head into the crook of Eleanor’s neck, making her squeal at the top of her lungs.

            The movie was unpaused for probably the hundredth time today, but my attention was drawn towards Harry’s tight hold on my waist and his deep brown curls tickling my jaw line. “What are you doing?” I manage to whisper into his ear as unsuspicious as possible.

            “I hear Louis is the jealous type,” Harry winked at me, constricting me harder in his arms, tight enough to make me gasp and grab the attention of the others.

            “Are you alright?” Louis’s tone was urgent as he ripped his head from El’s neck

            “Yep,” the ending popped shakily as I shifted lower in the boy’s grip. Louis hesitated before returning to the position he was previously in.

            “See,” Harry’s slyly whispered to me, sending goose bumps down my arms and legs.

            “Oh shut up you twat!” I swatted Harry’s face with my palm and attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, yet again gaining the attention of the group.

            “Already using British slang, how long have you even been here?” Niall sneered, but quivered away when I shot him a look and raised my palm.

            “Calm down Char,” Louis scooted away from Eleanor to lay his hand soothingly on me, “Let me.” My brows furrowed together in puzzlement, but disconnected when Louis bopped Harry’s waterfall of curls.