Harry's P.O.V.
As soon as Louis grabbed my hand, I felt something. A rush of electricity feels like it just coursed throughout my entire body, and my face heats up. I can't take this anymore.
Does Louis even know what he's doing to me?
I'm falling for him more as each day passes. I just don't know when to tell him.
Or if I even should tell him.
I doubt he likes me romantically, he's just doing whatever he thinks will make me happy...
I gently remove my hand from his, and I swear I see him frown just a little out of the corner of my eye. Probably just my imagination.
We sit down at a small circular table in the far back of the first floor of the cafeteria. Louis gives me a timid smile.
"Scale from 1 to 10, Harry." Louis says softly, and I wonder why he is asking.
Do I look upset...?
"A one, it's nothing serious." I lie, but these feelings are actually-
"Harry, you know you can tell me anything and everything, right?" Louis pleads with me a little bit, his eyes boring into mine.
"...Well, it's just...my job." I say hesitantly, not wanting to lie to Louis.
It's not exactly a lie, though. Due to me being in the hospital for that short period of time, just a day, my job is making me take a one month break, and they're holding my paycheck of course. I don't know how I am going to pay the bills...
"...I probably shouldn't have moved out of my mother's house so soon..." I mutter, and Louis gives me a sympathetic look. "My job is making me take a one month break, and I don't get paid on break, so I don't know how I'm going to pay the bills." I tell Louis, my voice low.
The cafeteria is quite loud, but the table is small so Louis is close to me even though he's sitting on the other side.
"I'll get a job." Louis says confidently, and my yes widen.
"Louis, no, you can't do that. I couldn't possibly let you do that." I say to him, my tone urgent.
Louis laughs to himself. "Harry, I would sell every organ in my body if it meant that I'd be able to help any problem of yours fade away."
Whoa.
I am speechless as I look at Louis, my mouth agape just barely. I know it's only been a few days of Louis being my P.H.C., but he's making me feel something so strong so fast...
"...Lunch?" I hear Louis say, and I blink at him.
"I'm sorry what?"
"Are you hungry? Do you want to get lunch?" Louis repeats, and I shake my head.
"No, I'm not hungry right now. I'd rather stay and talk to you..." I reveal, and it's Louis doing the blushing instead of me.
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