My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

III. Louis

Me being surprised was an understatement in this situation.

This afternoon, Niall had somehow gotten into detention because he ate cookies in class. His reasoning was because he loved food too much to part with it for a few hours. So, I had to wait for him because I always go to school and back home by his car.

I could go home right now, but I was so tired from sitting down so long and it was so hot. I knew it didn't make sense, but when did I ever make sense anyways? The point is; I was too lazy to walk home and the bench seemed pretty comfortable.

I waited on a bench in front of his class, and yes, they put benches in front of the classes. So, I was sitting there while listening to music when someone came up to me and asked if they could sit beside me.

Me being me, I didn't even look who it was because I was too busy writing some random stuff on Wattpad. By the way, if you didn't know, I might wrote fluff in my book, but in Wattpad, I wrote about the dirtiest things ever.

"So, what's a Larry?" the person beside me asked, and I blamed my headphones for not letting me know earlier, that the man that was talking to me was in fact the one and only Harry Edward Styles, the love of my life, my future husband.

Surprised, I hid my phone in my bag and looked at him. Shock was probably written on my face, kind of literally, because Harry was surprised to see me.

He quickly apologized. "Oh, I'm sorry! I didn't mean to, I swear! It just caught my eye, so..."

And our eyes met and everything was so amazing and butterflies were hurting my stomach and I didn't even care about the world anymore and those homophobic people can go away and Harry was just so perfect!

I shook my head, trying to shake myself out of my daze, too. I really did find his rambling a bit amusing. "Ah, it's fine. I guess. I mean, you didn't read anything, did you?" I asked, now a bit worried.

I knew that Harry was a bad liar, so when he said 'no', I knew that he had read something inside. Perhaps, his mind was actually smart enough to tell that it was about me and him.

I looked at him expectantly, a bit disappointed that him, my Harry, would actually lie at me. Then, he added, "I mean, I did read something, but only like two lines or something. I think it was Harry started to thrust faster, trying to please Louis or something."

And oh, guess my embarrassment.

Who saved me? Oh, you know, the usual; the bell.

Niall walked out of his classroom, sighing in relief. "Lou--Oh! You've got company," he said confusedly. His eyes were flickering between me and Harry, as if to ask, 'What happened between you two?'

Harry was the one who replied to him. "Ah, yeah. Louis is very entertaining, and his writings are very interesting." Then, he faced me. "You use Wattpad, right? I'll search for your name. I'm sure there aren't that many Louis Tomlinsons in this world. Alright, bye."

And he was gone.

"Okay, what happened?" Niall said with these pointed eyes that reminded me of  those step mothers in the Disney Princesses. He was like, 'Details, now!'. Huh, as if Harry and I even did anything at all.

"Nothing. He came to sit beside me, but I didn't notice. Then, he somehow saw what I read. I only realized that my crush was sitting right next to me when he made a comment. When I asked him what he read, he said that he read one of the dirtiest lines of the story."

I really wanted to high-five my own face, but then it would look bad and I would have to say bye to the chances of Harry falling in love with me because of my looks. My face was already bad enough and I didn't have to make it look worse. I wasn't ugly, but I wasn't good-looking either.

Niall's eyes widen in horror. Huh, that was funny. That reminded me of then my dog stole his hot dog right in front him. He looked really ridiculous. "You write smut?!"

The teacher who passed by looked at us in confusion. I hoped he didn't know what a smut was, or at least he hoped that he wouldn't make a big problem of it.

"Um, yeah? I mean, I guess..." I shrugged, not having a very nice reply for him. I stood up and walked with him, trying to ignore the subject. Fortunately, Niall got the idea and didn't speak. We went to his car.

Niall drove to my house where we usually hung out. When we arrived, we went inside after taking off our shoes and putting them outside. We sat down on the sofa and tried to make ourselves comfortable.

"I still can't believe that you lost your shoe," Niall suddenly stated, then added, "More specifically, the shoe that I, your bestest friend, gave you for your birthday."

"Look, I'm sorry, Ni. I was walking down the stairs and I was really tired. I didn't even know that the shoe fell off of my grip. You know that my hands are very small, Ni. I--" I tried, I really did.

Of course, Niall cut me off and started lecturing me. "Louis! You should be more responsible! How can a pair of shoes fall off of the box itself? What, you opened the box? Question is, why would you open it? Really, though! I bought it in Ireland! I swear you're so..."

I let the darkness consume my vision and fell asleep. I woke up and saw a note beside me saying, "I cannot believe you fell asleep through one of my most important lectures! Whatever. I left."

I shrugged. I guess I'm gonna walk tomorrow.

Around five P.M., I got a notification, so I unlocked my phone. It was from Wattpad. I was a bit surprised because I never exactly had a reader or something--I wasn't a popular guy.

Of course, it was a private message from Harry. I knew it because his name was Harry Styles. Huh, so original. Well, that was a new fact I just found out about Harry. I didn't mind getting some new facts.

"Hey. You're Louis Tomlinson, right? -H xx"

I rolled my eyes in amusement of my Harry. It was pretty obvious that I was Louis Tomlinson. My name pretty much said so, or did I type it wrong? Quickly, I checked my profile and sighed in relief when I saw that my name was okay. However, my eyes widen and I panicked when I saw my profile picture. It was a very nasty picture.

I quickly changed my profile picture before replying to Harry. I wondered if I should put kisses, too, but he might get the wrong idea so I replied with a, "Yes, I am."

I didn't usually write texts like that, with commas and periods, but I needed to make myself look good, right?

However, that hope of me making myself look good in front of Harry was thrown out the window when I saw his reply. "Can you change your profile picture back to the former one? I really like it. Was it your butt or? x"

I wanted to curl up and die or something, rather than reply to that question of his. I took a deep breath and replied, "Yeah, uh, I'll change it back. And yeah, it's mine.."

I swore Harry would be the death of me.

So, I changed my profile picture back to my former one and sighed. I got another reply. "Well, it looks really sexy. I have to go now. I'll see you tomorrow. x"

"Yeah, g'night."

I really wanted to slam my head somewhere, but my mum would be angry, and Harry wouldn't want to date me. But what could I say? The Harry Styles had just complimented my butt! I wondered what if he complimented it while touching it.

I shook my head. No, no, I couldn't get hard right now. I needed to help mum cook. Yeah, let's go help mum cook, I thought boredly as I walked downstairs.

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