Chapter 11

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LOUIS' POV:

"Darsey what are your plans for today?" I ask her from my spot on the couch.

"Uh... I'm not sure yet." she mutters, looking away from me.

"Really?" I push, knowing she's hiding something. But I need to be timid about it. The last thing we need is a fight.

She nods lightly, watching the TV attentively. Her beautiful brownish red hair laid perfectly curled on her shoulders. Her soft features seemed so anxious... But why?

The doorbell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts.

Darsey is quick to answer it, and I have to stand from the couch to see who it is.

"Hey Darsey," I hear a deep familiar voice. Harry. His smile fades when he sees me.

"Darsey, what is he doing here?" I try and stay calm. Why does he think he can just show up here.

"Um..." She looks back at me at a loss for words.

"He didn't- it's not-" she stutters.

"She can explain later." Harry grunts. I fold my arms.

"Yeah. I'll be back later." she says before walking out of the house, leaving me, her best friend, here for Him.

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