My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

VII. Louis

I woke up feeling a bit confused. Why was my blanket extra warm today? Slowly, I opened my eyes and was about to scream when I saw that I was cuddled by a huge guy, but then I remembered what happened yesterday.

Did I really sleep for that long? I looked at my watch. It was 5:46 P.M. So I only slept for about six or seven hours. Wait, but then Harry must have skipped school for me.

I panicked. What if Harry's mum got angry at him because of skipping? What if he got zero on his tests because he skipped? What if Harry's mum got angry at him because he got zeroes? What if Harry got angry at me because I made him skip?

"Lou?" Harry asked, opening his eyes and rubbing the left one with his hand. I was fanboying mentally. I mean, look at him! Harry was literally perfect. Kind, handsome, beautiful, amazing... He was perfect.

I was not. Harry needed someone better. I wasn't good enough.

"Lou-eeee," Harry called, waving his hand in front of me while grinning. Goodness, how could he be so perfect? It was literally the only thing that was inside my head. HarryPerfectHarryPerfect

"Ugh, you keep zoning out on me. Am I not cute enough?" Harry pouted adorably and I really wanted to slam my head to a brick wall or something.

"N-no, you're fine." I blushed. "Do you want breakfast?" I offered nervously. What if he got freaked out after seeing my cry yesterday and decided to leave as soon as possible?

Harry nodded. "Of course," he replied, grinning. Suddenly, his stomach made a loud grumbling noise that had me laughing at him while he pouted and blushed.

"I'm gonna make breakfast," I said. I went downstairs to start making breakfast, but I forgot about something. I couldn't cook. I nearly facepalmed. How was I going to tell Harry about this? This was embarrassing.

After a few minutes, Harry went downstairs and saw me doing nothing. "What's wrong?" he asked, a little bit off worry laced with his voice.

I shook my head and blushed. "I can't cook," I replied, looking down in shame. Suddenly, the floor seemed extremely interesting. Look at that ant...

Harry chuckled. "Why didn't you tell me? Don't worry, I'll make breakfast," he said, approaching me.

"Isn't it a bit too late for breakfast, Haz?"

"It's never too late for breakfast. Now, go sit down."

I just nodded and sat down on the chair, playing with my fingers. Harry must be laughing mentally at me right now, I could guess. He was smiling, that meant he was holding back his laugh, right? Maybe not.

Soon enough, Harry came to the dining room and put some pancakes in front of me. He sat down next to me and smiled.

"Take as many as you want. You haven't eaten since this morning," Harry said. I wondered who told him that. Maybe Niall? I guessed Niall was also the one who told Harry to come here.

I nodded and put two pancakes on my plate. I ate a bite and for some reason, it tasted a bit different from my mum's. Good different, of course.

"Why didn't you text me?" Harry asked, putting a piece of pancake inside his mouth. If I watched intently, you didn't need to know. Harry looked so good.

"I, uh, forgot?" I smiled sheepishly. I was too busy doing things...

After we finished eating, I thought Harry was going to go home, but no. Instead, he sat down on the couch next to me and smiled. Okay, back to square one: dying.

"Lou? Can I ask you a question?" Harry asked nervously. In response, I just nodded quickly, even though he actually just asked me a question. Was Harry goin to ask me on a date? Wait, no, of course not. Definitely not.

"Why did you cry yesterday? Why were you sad?" Harry asked again, still nervous with worry written all over his face.

I sighed. Harry could be trusted, I knew. Not just because he was my crush, but because he was him. Harry kicked out all the bullies, so he definitely couldn't be one himself. He came to my house as fast as he could, he probably ran here too, considering he didn't have a car. Harry was definitely trustful.

"My mum... She got in an accident," I replied, playing with the hem of my t-shirt. I looked down at my lap, not from shame but sadness. I couldn't cry though, I already did that yesterday.

I continued saying, "Yesterday after you came home, the hospital called me. A drunk driver hit her when she was driving home. I haven't gone to the hospital yet, I didn't have the energy to. I don't have a car either. I want to go today, but Niall is in school so I have no ride."

Harry looked at me, I could sense it, but I didn't want to face him. I knew he'd be looking at me with pity, and I didn't want pity. He didn't even know my mum, he probably didn't really feel sad.

"I can call my mother to bring us there?" Harry offered. I finally looked at him and he gave me a small but sad smile. That wasn't pity.

Thinking about it, the faster I got there, the better. I wasn't doing this because I wanted to get closer to my crush. My mother was much important at the time. So, I nodded at his offer.

"Right now, then? Do you know the name of the hospital?" Harry asked again, standing up. I nodded. He nodded back and went to call his mother.

After a while, Harry's mother came to my house. Without talking, she drove us to the hospital. Maybe Harry already told her about it. I hoped the news wouldn't spread in school, though. I didn't want to be a superstar in school just because my mum got in some accident.

However, I was very thankful for Harry that he was here.

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