Personal Happiness Companion ¬ Larry

Chapter Seven

The bus comes to a stop at the school, and everyone loads off quickly. My phone rings from my pocket, and I stop at a bench to take the call. Harry stops beside me.

"Hello?" I say, and my brother Drake speaks.

"Hey, Tommo!" Drake says, and I smile. "I'm waiting for you in the front office, I got here a bit early."

"Okay, I'll be there, just let me walk Harry to his first class, yeah?" I say into the phone, glancing at a blushing Harry.

"Alright, that's fine! See you in a few." Drake tells me, and we both end the call.

"You don't have to walk me to class, I understand if you don't want to..." Harry tells me softly, running a hand through his curls as he stares down at the ground, his cheeks still holding a blush.

"Don't be silly, love. Of course I want to." I tell Harry, linking my arm with his.

Really I would love to hold his hand, but I don't want to move too fast...

Sure Harry finds me attractive, but that doesn't mean he feels anything for me. Having a crush on someone and liking someone can be two different things.

Harry and I walk up the long stairs to go into the school, and so many pairs of eyes stare at us. Many of them have scowls on their faces.

"Scale from 1 to 10, love." I say to Harry, my arm still linked with his.

"...Two," Harry says, avoiding eye contact with everyone in the hallway.

"Would me telling these fuckers off suffice to improve your state of emotion?" I ask, and Harry laughs.

Oh, gosh...

He has the most angelic and adorable laugh.

"You don't have to do that, you made me feel better just by suggesting that." Harry says, smiling widely at me, still laughing a bit.

I laugh too, my eyes crinkling. Harry leads me to his locker, and he unhooks his arm from mine to open it. In Harry's locker there's a galore of metallic and glitter stickers with roses on them, each rose sticker being a different color. I'm quite fond of his stickers, they're beautiful.

Beautiful just like Harry.

"You're beautiful." I say accidentally, my eyes widening immediately. Harry freezes from picking up his binders and notebooks. "I meant they're beautiful, your stickers." I quickly correct myself.

"Oh," Harry says, somewhat disappointedly...? "Thanks, Louis." Harry adds, taking his needed materials out of his locker.

Did he want me to say that he is beautiful...?

"But you're-"

I am then interrupted by the loud bell ringing. Students rush down the halls, and Harry closes his locker quickly.

"I uh, I don't wanna be late, so I think I'll just walk by myself to class." Harry decides, giving me barely a smile before he runs off.

Well, shit.

That hurt.

With a small sigh, I watch Harry as he goes. After a few seconds, I turn around so I can walk to where the front office is.

Harry's P.O.V.

I rush off to my class without being accompanied by Louis. Before I even take ten steps, I regret leaving him immediately.

Damn my emotions.

I shouldn't be upset that he called my stickers beautiful instead of me. He's my P.H.C. and nothing more.

He probably isn't even interested in guys...

Despite my emotions, I quickly turn back around and sprint after Louis.

"Louis, wait!" I say desperately, getting to him and putting my empty hand on his shoulder.

Louis turns around, his expression worried. "Harry, what's wro-"

"I want you to walk me to my class." I tell Louis, my eyes sincere. "Please?" I plead, nervous he'll deny.

I am wrong about him saying no, because he smiles widely and a shine comes to his beautiful eyes.

"Harry, love," Louis says, his voice so warm and loving. "Of course I will."

I grin and hug Louis tightly. "Thank you, Louis! I'm sorry I was rather cold a few minutes ago..." I tell Louis, guiding him with me down the hall to my class.

"You're beautiful, Harry." Louis tells me, making my heart pound instantly. I nearly fall face first to the floor.

"Wha-what?" I choke out, stopping my footsteps. I turn to face Louis, and he has a serious expression.

"You wanted me to call you beautiful instead of your stickers, love." Louis says knowingly, a soft smile forming on his lips.

I think my heart has stopped beating.