Promise

Chapter 31 - doctor martens

HARRYS POV:

I woke up with her tiny legs and small arms wrapped around me. My blather was almost exploding but I didn't want to wake her up. I tried to reach my phone but it was just out of handreach so I grabbed hers, it was closer.

She had two missed calls from her mom. Mrs Dekker really didn't understand the time zones. But I was glad they spoke to each other every day now.

Her father actually almost liked me now because I gave him a short exclusive phone inteview about dating his daughter and send him a photo from Lis and I that I took myself, for his magazine.

His magazine had sold an all time record of number that issue and the selling of the publishing rights for the picture has made them earn a lot.

Scrolling through her pictures I noticed she still screenshotted pictures on instagram from me. It was cute how she still saw me as "that guy". But I was here, with her.

I regretted that our first time had to be like that. The second time had been weird. I was afraid that she didn't actually want it again. So when I stopped she almost begged me to go on.

Everything was going well until last night. Actually until I messed it up two days ago.

LOUIS' POV:

In the last three weeks I began to believe that Harry was going to keep it with one girl this time. Things were going great.

They grew to be a couple that didn't always hold hands when they walked together, but gave each other piggy back rides. A couple that didn't kiss all the time but hugged more often. They didn't sit on the couch cuddling all the day but they played video games instead.

Harry had changed because of her. Despite the fact that he once told me that he wante her to change he was the one that had changed. And he seemed to like it. A lot.

I wasn't the only one to notice, everyone saw it. Tabloids and gossip sites couldn't shut up about how he has changed. He sometimes even looked like a male version of Lisanne.

Just cut out of a skater magazine he sometimes wore joggingshorts with a huge sweatshirt and a snapback. And when someone asked him what he was wearing, he told them that Lisanne chose it for him. Of course she did.

Not that he stopped wearing thight jeans or something, he still wears them all the time. But usually still with sweatshirts. The cutest thing about the sweatshirts was that they weren't his, they were hers. She bought them from the mens section, but for herself and he also wore them.

Not only his clothing changed but his atitude as well. Sometimes he started to act like and actual 19-year old again. They looked like a normal teenage couple instead of a celebrity couple.

No one could deny that she was good for him. He was just about to get his head in the clouds, but she was just in time to get him back on the ground again, because we couldn't.

She made him realise he was just a boy, although she didn't see him as just that. To her he was all that special and famous and important. But she didn't make him feel that way.

Even the fans started to love Lisanne. As far as I noticed more people were loving her than hating her. And she had definetily more fans than Eleanor has. No doubt.

All together, everything was fine. That was until yesterday, when Lisanne and I came back in the bus after we went to a shopping mall for a while.

Harry was already waiting for us with a giant box wrapped up and even finished with a colorfull bow on his lap, in the lounge.

As soon as we got in he stoop up. And started to apologise for something that was unknown to both of us.