My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

XII. Harry

Merry Christmas! 💜💜

Dedication to @oopsipeedonharry because she's my other favourite writer.

There are going to be lots of skipping in this chapter because I'm lazy.

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"You're already bringing me to meet your family? We aren't even getting married yet, Harold," Louis commented, swatting my hand away.

I was surprised. I've never seen this side of him, I've only seen the shy and awkward side of Louis. This was a nice change.

"Yeah, of course. Need mum to approve of you first," I replied, smiling cheekily at him. I grabbed his arm gently and pulled him inside with me.

"Are we really meeting your mum, though?" Louis asked. I turned around and saw him looking at his feet nervously. I smiled at him. He was really cute.

He probably already met my mum. She was the principal, after all. She was around the school like almost everyday. The students had to meet her one way or another.

"Nope, we have the house to ourselves," I assured. Louis raised an eyebrow at me, maybe questioning my intentions, and I rolled my eyes in response. "You're so dirty-minded. There are still some maids here."

"I wasn't thinking of anything dirty," Louis protested, and it sounded pretty convincing until you saw his face. He was blushing and his cheeks were dark crimson. He was looking down at the floor and he was fidgeting.

I laughed but he slapped my face playfully in an attempt to shut me up. "What are we going to do here anyways?" he asked, his voice slightly higher than before as a result from his embarrassed self. He crossed his arms and looked up at me.

"We're going to make some food for our picnic later," I replied and for a second, Louis looked horrified. "You can't cook, can't you?" I asked with a blank expression.

Louis smiled at me sheepishly and I sighed.

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We were finally done making the food. We didn't make much, anyways. I've learnt that Louis' favourite movie was Grease.

"What is this again?" I asked Louis as I put the abnormal food we just made inside the Tupperware.

"Chicken stuffed with mozzarella cheese wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash," Louis repeated. I nodded, shrugging.

"I took some pictures of you cooking," I announced and he gave me a glare. I smiled cheekily at him before we both walked back to my mum's car.

"Your house is very big," Louis suddenly stated as we entered the car. I shrugged, not answering. As far as I knew, my house was pretty average around here, so it might be Louis' house that was small, but that was no problem. I liked small houses, they were mostly homey.

My very big house, as Louis said it, didn't really have the feeling of home in it. It was just a big, modern house with white tiles and white walls, and was a place to live. Sure, I was definitely very grateful for that, but you know, I kind of missed the feeling of home...

"What's in your mind?" Louis asked, trying to gain my attention by snapping his fingers in front of my eyes. This time, I was the one who swatted his hands away and started driving.

"So where are we having our little picnic?" Louis asked, poking the teddy bear that was hanging on the mirror.

"My favourite place," I replied.

Louis didn't ask anymore after that. The silence wasn't awkward, but I always disliked silence, so I decided to speak.

"Knock knock."

Louis raised an eyebrow before saying, "Who's there?"

"Hula."

"Hula who?"

"P."

Louis furrowed his eyebrows before he realized it. "Oh my God, Harold, that's horrible!"

"No, it isn't. It's pretty good," I protested.

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"Come on, just another one!" I pleaded with my puppy eyes, but it was not working.

"No, Harold. I've heard enough. Now, be a gentleman and prepare the blanket. I wanna lay down," Louis ordered like the queen he was.

I rolled my eyes before bringing everything we brought to the place. It was near the waterfall. Pretty cliche, I know.

"We should swim here sometimes," Louis said. I shrugged, not replying to him. He just gave me another idea. Thank you, Louis.

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After we were done eating, Louis was laying down on the grass while I was cleaning the mess he made when he was eating. Geez, he couldn't even eat like a normal person. Louis was messy, alright.

"See? That chicken stuffed with mozzarella cheese wrapped in parma ham with a side of homemade mash is pretty good. I'd say that's the most romantic food ever, it beats pizza and chocolate," Louis said, not making any sense.

"Are you falling asleep?" I asked in disbelief, looking at the plates in front of me. How could he eat so much yet have a very small body?

"Hmm... You know, your jokes are pretty horrible, Harry," Louis stated suddenly.

"No, it isn't. It's funny." I crossed my arms.

"It's ridiculously terrible," Louis added.

"Oh, Louis, stop mocking my jokes, or else--"

"Or else what?"

I looked around. My eyes brightened at the sight of the water. I smirked, but mumbled, "Nothing."

A few minutes later, I was done with the plates and everything. I thought Louis was done making fun of my jokes when he said, "Your jokes are so bad, Haz."

I rolled my eyes, but I smiled when I picked him up bridal style.

"Huh? What are you doing?" Louis asked, finally opening his eyes and he looked terrified for life. I just smirked at him and ran towards the water.

His eyes widened in realization and he shouted, "No! No, Haz, don't--"

And there he went inside the water. I smirked in accomplishment.

A few seconds later and Louis was still nowhere to be seen. I bent down to the water, trying to see if he was there. I started to get worried that he couldn't swim.

"Loui--"

I was pulled in and a second later, I was soaked with water.

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Well, the date is not completely over yet, but here you go!

The terribly written date by Jeniffer. 😜

AGAIN, MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

-J. x