My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

V. Louis

"Hi," I whispered, surprised that a sex god was standing right in front of me. It took some times to get myself out of my surpriawd zone, because I was surprised as he. I mean, my crush for like five years was standing right in front of me and his face was literally inches from mine.

Once Harry regained his balance, he stood up but didn't say anything at first. I was too shocked to say anything, either. When I heard the bell ringing, I thought it was my mum coming back home early because she was worried. It was expected that I'd be a statue for a few minutes if the nicest person on earth suddenly showed up on my front door.

I was brought back to life when Harry said, "So, are you going to let me in or?" And I swore, the reason for my death would be Harry's beautiful smile and dimples. Without noticing it, my hand went to poke Harry's dimple. I realized too late, the damage was already done. Harry's eyes widen in surprise as I blushed.

"I--uhm--sorry," I stuttered before saying, "Yeah, go ahead." I tried to distract him from the fact that I had just touched one of his beautiful dimples. Wait, wait, wait... I had just touched his soft cheek! Oh God, oh God, oh God! Shush, let me have my fangirl moment.

"Um, Louis, you're kind of covering the way," Harry pointed out, again with his annoyingly irresistible smile. I almost let my fingers fly away and touch his dimples again. Goodness, I didn't know my fingers had a brain of their own. I didn't learn that in Biology.

"Louiiis? You're zoning out again," Harry said with an adorable little pout. Geez, God was being unfair when he created Harry. Like, why was Harry extremely perfect? That's not fair to other human beings. I mean, look at his brown hair and cute dimples!

"S-s-sorry, I just--come in," I finally squeaked out. I got out of the way so Harry could walk inside. I hated that I was so awkward in front Harry. Why couldn't I be like those perfect people in films? Harry walked a bit past me into the house and smiled to himself.

"You have such a nice house, Louis," Harry stated, smiling at me. Again! Gods, he really needed to stop smiling if he didn't want me to die in this youn age. It was as if he already had my death all planned out inside his head. He must have been planning to kill me from the inside all this time.

"Uh, thank you," I replied, giving an awkward smile back. I watched as Harry took off his shoes and went to the living room. Snapping back into reality, I quickly closed the door and followed him inside.

"Can I sit down?" Harry asked upon reaching the living room. Once I nodded, he sat down on the sofa and motioned his hand for me to do the same. I sat down across from him and neither of us said anything for a while before I broke the silence.

"S-so, Harry... Why are you here?" I asked, silently praising myself that I managed to get out some words clearly. Harry smiled, for the thousandth time. It was like he was taught to smile 24/7.

"I just wanna check up on you," Harry said. Then, he looked like he remembered something. "I overheard you and Niall talking about a lost shoe. Is this it?" he asked, getting something out of his bag and then faced me with my shoe on his hand.

My eyes widen in surprise and nodded quickly. I hoped it was not too late to say sorry to Niall, because he seemed to be so upset with me that he didn't even visit me today when he knew I was sick. I was about to take the lost pair of shoe from Harry's hand when he said, "I'll have to check it first and put it on you."

For the millionth time, he gave me a cheeky smile and I just responded with a playful eye-roll. Harry knelt down in front of me who was sitting, and lifted my foot a bit. He used the shoe on me and once he saw it fit, he nodded in approval as if he was thinking "mission accomplished". I swore, Harry was too cute to live, but I didn't want him to die either.

"There. I told you it was mine," I stated again, using a tone that people would use when they said "I told you so".

Harry got back to his seat and pouted before saying, "You're so mean. I just wanted to check it. Then again, it should be yours because no one's feet is as small as yours. You're so smol, Lou." He grinned which made me want to burn in hell.

If Harry kept this up, I was going to die before we got married, I wasn't even kidding.

Harry kept talking, though. "You know, this kind of reminds me of that lame story of the princess who lost her shoe and her prince gave it back to her and they lived happily ever after. What's it called?"

It took long for Harry to finish the story because he was so slow and he used too much and's, but it was okay because it was Harry and Harry was perfect.

"Cinderella," I replied. Having a lot of sisters meant you watch Disney Princesses and Barbie with them. They even got mad at me for forgetting who was who, and angry at me because I forgot that Disney Princesses and Barbie were different. Life is tough.

Harry nodded, his thinking face gone and replaced with his trademark smile that had my knees weak. "Well then, you're the Cinderella and I'm the prince. Hello, my Cinderella," he said, his smile getting bigger with evey word.

I rolled my eyes playfully once again, smiling. "I'm not a girl," I stated, but the thought of being Harry's Cinderella was very nice. Very, very nice.

"Can I have your phone?" Harry asked. I quickly took my phone from my pocket and gave it to him without any hesitation. He took it and typed something before giving it back to me. I saw the last app he opened and it was the Contacts. Harry had added his number to my phone and favourited himself.

"I'm sorry, I have to go now. Text me later," Harry said before walking outside the door. Damn, I didn't even have time to offer him tea.

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Author's Note

I heard what happened with Louis' mum and I'm so sorry for him. Please don't make it about Larry, guys! This is about Jay, not Larry, not the time.

RIP Johannah.

Thanks. Ciao!
I love you all, always.
-J. x