My New Life

Chapter 8 (Superheroes pt. 1)

Louis' P.O.V

"Are you as excited as I am to go shopping?" Charity had the biggest grin on her face, bigger than Harry's grin than when I agreed to do this.

"Yes! Of course!" Her grin instantly turned down. "But wait I don't have any money..."

"Well since this was all Harry's idea for us to get to know each other, He gave me his debit card."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So did he force you to do this? If you want to, you don't have to..."

"Whoa, I just said it's his idea, sister. I was wanted to do this all by myself... Because I am a big boy. Bigger than he is." She started laughing right then.

We then went shopping at the mall for all new clothes. I must have bought her around fifty outfits, and me around a hundred. Just kidding. I bought her like ten and me like seven. I did though buy her a nice white polo shirt with a teal, salmon, and white plaid short skirt. It went just above mid thighs. Also a pair of plain white vans, and teal socks.

I learned this day several things about her, like her favorite color is teal. And that her favorite sport is softball. I was exceedingly disappointed considering it wasn't football or golf. Oh. That outfit I bought her was for golfing. 

"Why are we golfing?" She said while wearing that exceedingly amazing outfit I bought her. "I am horrible at it."

"No one is bad at golf; you just hit a ball with a stick. Just like softball." I winked at her.

"It is WAY more complicated than that!" She said defending her status.

"Like your relationship with Harry?" Her faced flushed.

"What do you mean by that? He is Harry..." She paused as tears welled up in her eyes. "And I am just a fan who gets to see him. Nothing more and you know that."

I pulled her in close to whisper in her ear, "He actually likes you, really, really likes you."

"I don't believe you."

"Then wait and see."

Charity's P.O.V.

I couldn't believe that Harry Styles likes me, seriously I don't believe Louis. Harry flirts with everyone and Louis is a prankster. They are just making a fan be happy for a day.  Paparazzi showed up and fans started running towards us.

"I thought that Charity was with Harry? Tell us the deets Louis!" I could hear one of the 'paps' say. "Is there a love triangle blooming in One Direction? Or is she just a desperate slut!"

"Whoa. Whoa. No. She is not a slut! Just let us be! We are all FRIENDS!" Louis emphasized 'friends' with his hands; this should definitely mean he doesn't like me.

"Where did they come from?" I said about the paparazzi, just then a fan came running to Louis screaming.

"LOUIS LET ME SQUEEZE YOUR BUM!" She got around five feet away from us when Louis grabbed my arm.

"Run!" He yelled. We ran as paparazzi and fans were chasing us. We made it to the golf cart then drove speedily back to the car in the parking lot. I had never been so out of breath in my life. As soon as we got to car Louis sped to my flat.

We got to the house and Harry was waiting at the door. "Why are you back so early?" He said while shoving some Smarties in his mouth.

"The 'Paptwats' and fans are at an extreme." Louis replied with a lil' bit of sass.

"At least Charity is safe..." Harry then popped his head up. "Both! At least Both of you are safe." Louis then shrugged and we got on with the day.

Night was a problem though. No one knew where to sleep; Louis apparently slept in my bed while Harry and I were cuddling on the couch. But now we don't know where everyone is going. Louis said that we all would share bed; Louis and Jared in his room, and Harry and I in my own room. On the bed together. I took Harry to my room and he unpacked some of his stuff and put it away.

"I thought tomorrow was your last day?" I asked while he was unpacking.

"Well I convinced Lou to cancel some plans and we get to stay here for the rest of the week!" Harry started blushing.

"Fun! It will be the greatest!" As time passed after we all got ready for bed Harry and I were still in our clothes we were wearing today.

"Can I sleep naked?"  I jumped at the sound of his question. Why? Just why would he want to sleep naked when he knows we will be sleeping together.

"Um...." I didn't want to sound like an idiot so I said something that I don't think I should've. "Depends."

"Depends on what?" He scooted in closer to me and smirked. "I know that was a joke... Sadly. But I will wear some underwear." I would love that babe, but that would give me cruel thoughts.

"Let me think about this, no. No offense I don't want to sound mean. I just don't think it is the safest idea... Yet." I winked as him as I turned around and grabbed my pajamas. (The One Direction one-size; more specifically the one with Harry's hand print.)

"Yet... So does that mean soon?" He followed me as I headed to the bathroom to change into pajamas. I turned around and smiled at Harry and then walked into the bathroom. "So is that a yes? I will just wait for you in your room then..."

I couldn’t let him keep pestering me about a silly question so I showered and took my time. When I walked into the room he was sleeping in sweatpants but no shirt on my bed. I got to the bed and laid right next to him and drifted away. I woke up with his arms around me and our feet intertwined.