Oblivious [stylinson au]

1.3 ➸ third entry

Third entry

I love the way Louis smiles.

It feels as if happiness is radiating off from him and spreads out to the people in the same room as him. I feel happy and blissful whenever Louis is happy. The world seems happier than the usual.

Taming Louis is hard. He likes to disobey someone’s order and he absolutely hates it when someone tells him not to do anything stupid. It’s like a challenge to his ears. To prove that no one should tell the tommo what he can and cannot do. The results are usually bad but at least he had a fun time. I like seeing him being rebellious. One of the million reasons I love him.

You can say I have fallen too deeply in love with my best friend and I wouldn’t deny it. It’s the truth so why hide it? I am not ashamed of showing my love for my best friend but I don’t know if he ever sees it.

-H.

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“Harold!”

Harry heard footsteps approaching the door of his bedroom. He quickly hid the journal as he didn’t want Louis to catch the sight of it. It was totally personal and for Harry to see. Louis opened the door and Harry still had a pen in his hand.

Louis’ eyebrows furrowed, “Were you doodling your hand again?” He was buttoning up the blue oddly patterned shirt as he asked. “You’re really serious about getting tattoos, huh?”

Harry put the pen down on his bedside table and sat up from his bed to lean against the bed frame, “Why are you dressing so nicely? Aren’t we supposed to have our usual Saturday movie night?” He pouted and crossed his arms over his chest. He really was acting like a spoiled brat child and he didn't care about it.

“No can do, Haz.” Louis sighed and soon a smile appeared on his pretty, pretty, face, “I need to go out tonight. Meeting a friend of mine.”

“You’ve been meeting a lot of friends, lately.” Harry mumbled with his eyes staring down on his inked stained fingers. Louis demanded for a repeat of Harry’s reply but he ignored it. “I just . . . can’t believe you’re going out on Saturday movie night.”

His flat mate took a seat on the end of the bed and gave Harry a weak smile, “I’m really sorry, Harry. I really do. I just want to meet this friend of mine. She’s from another town so I need to make use of the time while she’s here.”

Harry looked up to meet the deep blue eyes, “Oh, so your friend is a girl?” The question blurted out from his lips. He wanted to kick himself for asking that question because it seemed like he was being possessive of Louis. “I . . . I mean, is she your soon-to-be girlfriend?” Harry added swiftly.

“No, we’re just friends.” Louis replied, still with smile. He stood up from the bed and glanced at the wall clock in Harry’s bedroom, “Well, I’m already running late. I promise I’ll make it up to you next Saturday.” He poked Harry in the chest as he said, “You get to choose the movies we’ll watch next week.”

“Even if the movies are lame as fuck?” Harry chuckled.

“Sure.” Louis ruffled his flat mate’s hair before he exited the room. 

Louis had been smiling a lot lately and Harry wondered why. Actually, he didn’t really care why because it was just nice seeing the beautiful smile without knowing the reason behind them.