Beautiful Disaster (A Harry Styles Fan Fiction)

Chapter 24

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Harry eyes won't leave mine and I can't seem to take mine away from his either. He has a smile over his face and I can tell he likes my presence around him, and the feeling is so damn mutual. His words fill my head, reminding me about the way he feels about me and it only makes his stare intense. 

I smile to him, "What can I get you guys?" 

Zayn's face lights up, "Coffee?" 

He sure as hell had a lot to drink last night, he seems so beaten. I grin at him, almost giggling, "I'm so sorry that you had to show up this early.", I look at Harry to give him a glare. 

Harry shrugs, "Zayn's a little overdramatic, so he will get over it." 

Zayn fakes a gasp and that's my definite cue of him being overdramatic. I shake my head and turn it to Harry; he runs a hand through his hair, making me want to tangle my hands into those thick curls. 

Getting into the kitchen, I have a huge grin on my face. Louis turns to face me while he is standing near the counter, probably waiting for his order.  

He smiles at me, "Someone looks happy." 

I shrug while that stupid smile still plastered to my face, "I...I am. I guess." 

Every word that comes out of my mouth is scary right now; I don't want things to turn upside down. I love this feeling and I have felt this after such a long time, these butterflies that don't make you hungry because it's already full of them. Those springs in my walk, it makes me wonder if the ground beneath me still exists.  

Louis's soft laugh startles me, "The smile isn't leaving your face, and it's beautiful." 

"You remember Harry, don't you?", I can't help but mention him to everyone, he makes me happy and I love talking about him. This is a typical teenage romance. 

Louis nods, "Yeah, what about him?" 

I raise my brows and we stare at each other for a while. Louis turns around to face the counter again, "This is about him?" 

I walk towards him, putting a hand over his shoulder and he turns around, "No, no. Please don't say, don't tell me you're sorry.", he tries his best to give me his best smile. 

I frown at Louis. Why is he so amazing? Why wouldn't he bring it up before all this? My life is a gorgeous mess right now. Louis smiles, "It's my entire fault, because I should've told you that I like you. I thought asking you about a ride back home everyday would do that, I thought telling you that you look pretty every day, even if it's your uniform would be enough. I thought the way I look at you would make you realize that I do.", he finally looks me in the eye, "That your smile makes me smile, that the way you talk, makes me want to live a little." 

I shake my head. I can't listen to all these amazingly perfect things that he is saying to me. I can't do this, I can't listen to him and then compare all of these things to Harry's. And I don't know why, even if I'm not trying, I'm doing that. I'm comparing everything he's saying to the stuff Harry says to me, and I can't help but love everything that Harry says to me. The way his words travel down my spine makes me shiver.