*Louis’ POV”
“Rise and Shine!”
My mum called from downstairs. I turn to look at my alarm clock on the side of my bed, it’s 11:00 am. Why is she waking me up so early on a weekend? Usually she wouldn’t wake me up, I’d sleep ’til the afternoon. I rub my face and rub the back of my neck with my hand as I get up off the bed. I walk towards the bathroom that’s in my room to wash my face. Before I can, I hear a car pulling up to the driveway. It must be Anne coming to leave those recipes she promised my mum. I don’t make much of it and walk to my dresser. I look through the clothes trying to find something to wear, everything is to dressy. I snatch a plain blue tee and some grey skinny jeans. At that moment I hear a ring at the door. I ignore it. I walk back to the bathroom and shower. The memories pop in my head from the conversation my mum and I had yesterday as the warm water runs down my body. What if he remembers? I highly doubt it, he would’ve recognized me the first day of school. Wait. Maybe he did after all he was the one who stopped Zayn from beating me up right? No, he can’t remember. I hurry and shampoo my hair and scrub my body. The water starts to turn cold so I turn it off. I step out of the shower after a few minutes of just standing there thinking. Thinking seems to be the only thing I do nowadays. I hurry to put on my clothes and walk out putting my dirty clothes in the hamper next to my dresser.
“Louis!”
My mum yells from the kitchen.
“I’m up mum!”
I yell back to her. I unlock my bedroom door and walk downstairs, I can already hear my mum and Anne talking. I approach the kitchen and I see Anne and a tall figure stands right behind her. Harry.
“Well aren’t you a sleepy head.”
My mum tries to embarrass me.
“Come on he’s a growing teen, he needs his rest.”
Anne comments. I smile back at her. I try my best to pretend Harry isn’t there and walk back to room, but that fails.
“Louis why don’t you take Harry upstairs and show him your room or something?”
I gulp. My bed isn’t even made. Harry looks at me and I look away then back to him.
“It’s ok, Louis you don’t have t-“
I interrupt Harry before he can finish denying my mum’s offer.
“Sure.”
He looks at me unsure if I mean what I’m saying. I give him a weak smile and gesture for him to follow me. I walk upstairs leading him to my room, it feels so wrong. He follows, closing the door behind him after we both enter my room.
“You can leave that open, you know.”
I say shaking a bit.
“Oh no. I’m no-“
I stop him again.
“Never mind.”
He’s still standing in front of the door when I go to do my bed.
*Harry’s POV*
“You don’t have to do your bed just because I’m here.”
I tell Louis as he starts folding up his blankets.
“I always do it no biggie.”
I can tell he’s lying. His cheeks are flushed, so soon?
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Fanfiction"It's hard letting go. I'm finally at peace but it feels wrong." {Under going editing. It's being rewritten from the beginning, grammatical errors are being fixed. Should be completely edited and polished by December}
