My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

IX. Louis

When your crush of five years never noticed you, never took a look at you and never talked to you suddenly asked you out on a beautiful Thursday morning, I bet you'd say yes, or hug him, or kiss him. At least, I bet you wouldn't run away like I did.

Yes, I ran away from Harry. I was overwhelmed. This week, Harry had followed me on Wattpad, my mum got in an accident, and Harry asked me out. And it was only the first week of school after Christmas holiday.

I was stupid, I knew. The words Harry said hadn't been understood by my mind. I mean, I heard that Harry asked me out on a date, but I hadn't understood. My mind hadn't processed it.

I had imagined that moment lots of times, and in my imagines, I usually responded with a hug, or a kiss... Not with me running away! And oh God, Harry looked so heartbroken when I ran away.

Stupid, stupid, stupid Lou.

I shifted on my chair, trying to pay attention to my math teacher. Ugh, math sucked. I took out my fanfiction book and realized, the fic I wrote yesterday was gone. I sighed. I must have left it at home or something.

I really screwed up so bad this morning and I really wanted to apologize to Harry, but I had the feeling that if I apologized with words, Harry wouldn't want to go on a date with me again. Like, he might feel that I only dated him because I didn't want him to feel bad.

Harry was a sweetheart after all... And I was a complete, total jerk to him. Goodness, I should've said "I'll think about it" or something! Right, I was so frustated that I started rambling inside my own mind.

"Louis, are you okay?" Niall, who was sitting beside me, asked. He looked more worried rather than curious.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I said. I was fine outside, but inside, I was running around like crazy. My mind was making its own thoughts and I was squeezing my brain for any ideas of how to apologize to Harry.

"Riiiight," Niall said, nodding to himself before starting to take notes again. I wasn't sure what he was taking notes of, but I knew that it was probably just some unimportant shit. I rolled my eyes.

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Later that day, I went to the hospital. Sure, it wasn't visiting hours, but a smile of mine could melt everyone's hearts, even the nurses'. So, I got inside mum's room with no problem.

Mum looked much better than yesterday and she was actually awake this time.

When I went inside, I instantly went over to her and kissed her forehead. I was too scared to hug her because she might get hurt. I missed her already. I was a mumma's boy so let me be.

"Mum, I miss you so much! How are you today?" I asked, smiling. As much as I ruined my own day by running away from Harry when he asked me out, seeing that my mum was okay made me much happier.

Alright, remembering the fact that I did ran away from Harry made me frown a little, but I quickly smiled again. Unfortunately, my mum just had to notice.

"I'm fine, what about you, dear? You look a bit tired and sad. Are the girls bothering you?" mum asked.

"No, they're camping, mum," I reminded. All his sisters had went camping from Monday and were returning home next Monday. I hated camping.

"Oh, right. So what's bothering you, then?" my mum asked again with a raised eyebrow and I just hated that she knew me so well.

I sat down on the chair and started talking. "You remember Harry? The guy that I had been crushing on for more than five years?" I asked and saw mum nod.

"Did he find another or something? If he doesn't notice you, then you should just get someone else--"

"No, mum. That's the problem. He actually notices me and probably takes an interest in me or something. But the point is, he asked me out and I ran away from him. Like, literally just run away from him," I said, burying my face on my hands.

"Then, just go to him and apologize. Do something romantic. Tell him yes," my mum said.

"I think that he'll think I was doing it out of pity if I apologized to him. I don't know. I feel the need to write a long poem just for him. I feel so bad, mum. He looked so heartbroken when I left. I'm not sure why I even ran," I said.

"Hey, Louis--wait, don't cry, honey. You're gonna be fine," mum said.

I looked up at her and felt that my hand was, in fact, wet. I rubbed them on my pants before grabbing a tissue to wipe my tears.

"Just tell him how you feel like what you're doing right now. I'm sure he'll understand," mum advised.

"What if he get creeped out? Not everyone likes to hear someone rambling," I said, looking down at my lap while playing with the hem of my t-shirt.

"Well, I'm pretty sure he'll find your rambling sickeningly cute. But if not, then at least don't make a poem for him, because poems are so not your type. If Harry truly likes you, then he'll like you for who you are," my mum said and I nodded in reply.

A knock was heard and I replied with a "come in". A nurse came inside and announced that I needed to leave my mum because she needed rest. So, I went home feeling a whole lot better. My mum was just so amazing.

I wondered what I should do for Harry tomorrow to make up for what I did this morning. I finally had a chonce and I would not let it go this easily after five years of waiting.

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