Forced Fate (Larry) ••Collab••

Ninth.

Louis' POV:

After breakfast Harry does the washing up while I get dressed. I go into the bathroom and style my hair with the fringe to the side and a little bit of gel in it. It's actually really nice from him to make breakfast for us.

Us...Louis and Harry...this sounds weird.

And I know that I fell asleep in the bed yesterday. Did he carry me? Or did he wake me and made me go there? I can't remember waking up.

I look at myself in the mirror and just stare into my own eyes, trying to find a sign that helps me figure out what's going on here.

We were best friends once. Why can't I remember him at all? And why did we stop being friends? What happened?

Then I didn't even notice him. Not even in school. It was like I didn't even know him.

Then I hated him more than anything, but why? What did he do? It wasn't him. It was our parents.

And now? Now I don't even know anymore. I still don't like him but-

-but he's ok, I guess.

I look at the ground and run a hand through my hair, messing it up.

"How long do you need in there?" Harry asks.

"A few more minutes." I say.

"You need longer than all girls I know." he says and I can hear in his voice that he's smirking.

"Shut up!" I say and he laughs.

I quickly fix my hair and then I open the door, squeezing past him. He shakes his head a little and enters the bathroom. I go into the living room and sit down on the couch, turning on the tv. When I find a show that looks at least a bit interesting I start watching it. I don't even care what it's about. I just want to get all these questions out of my head.

"What are we watching?" Harry asks, sitting down next to me.

"Huh?" I ask.

"What. Are. We. Watching?" he repeats.

"I don't know." I say and he takes the remote.

"What are we going to do today?" he asks after a while.

"We?" I ask and he nods.

"Well, I'm going to surf." I say.

"You can surf?" he asks and I nod.

"C-can you teach me?" he asks and my eyes grow wide.

"I'm not really a good teacher." I say.

"Can you try? I really want to learn surfing." he says.

"Why don't you take lessons?" I ask.

"Can you please just show me how to surf?" he asks and I sigh.

"But you won't learn it in one day. It takes lots of practice." I say.

"I know." he says nodding.

"Do you have a wetsuit" I ask and he nods.

"Good put it on." I say.

We both get our wetsuits and I go into the bathroom, locking the door.

I put it on and take my sunglasses, putting them on as well. I knock on the door of the bedroom and Harry opens it. I look him up and down in his wetsuit and swallow.

He looks hot...even though he's a guy.

"L-let's go." I say, clearing my throat first.

We go out to the beach and I take my surfboard. Harry gets his own and we go closer to the water.