Chapter 3. Louis freaking Tomlinson

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-Harry's POV-

                     I jumped out of bed and quickly turned on my computer. I plugged it into my speakers and started to blare Beyonce's album throughout my room. My mum left early this morning, so i'm home alone for the next hour. But I still have to go to school. Sigh. I walked into the bathroom and tossed a white beanie on, not bothering to fix my hair. I walked out of the bathroom and skipped to my closet. I got on my Teenage Runway sweatshirt and got on black jeans with holes in them. I slipped socks on and walked back over to my computer. I turned it up more so I could probably hear it downstairs if I left my bedroom door open. I walked downstairs and there he was. Sitting on my couch. I stopped walking and looked at him. Why the hell is he here?

                        I coughed loudly so he could hear me. He jumped a bit and turned his head. "Morning HazzaBear" he smiled. 'Go home' I mouthed. He frowned, "Well your mum said I had to make sure you got to school. So, I guess i'm driving you today." I got my own damn car, thank you very much. And I believe Zayn is driving me. I don't even know why. But I rather be in a fucking car with Zayn than him, so he can march his ass home and leave me the hell alone. I turned around and walked back to the kitchen. "Want me to make you anything?" I shook my head. "You sure?" Soon I felt Louis' arms wrapped around my waist. He swayed me back and forth slowly. I whimpered and tried to get out of his grip. He let go of me and sighed, "Hazzabear, are you okay?"

                    I nodded and grabbed some cereal and a bowl. I poured out the cereal and put it away. I grabbed a spoon before I walked to the fridge. I got the milk out and quickly poured some into my bowl. I put the milk away and grabbed my bowl. I walked back up the stairs. "Can I come" I heard Louis yell to me. I walked in my room, leaving the door open hoping Louis got the idea. He came running up the stairs and into my room. "Wow. Your room is messy" Louis said quietly even though I could hear him. I threw a pillow at him and pouted. "Sorry. Just, there's papers all over the place. And clothes. What's this" Louis asked as he held up a picture that I drew. I drew Zayn's eye next to Louis' so I could see the difference. One is innocent, the other is a devil. I shrugged. "Did you draw this?" I nodded. "Is this my eye" Louis asked. I shook my head quickly.

                      "Oh. Then who" Louis asked. I shrugged and started to eat my cereal. Louis put down my drawing and sat on my bed next to me. I sat on his lap, still eating my cereal. Louis laughed softly and wrapped his arms around me. I cuddled into him as I finished eating. I put down my bowl and sighed quietly. "Hazzabear, can you talk to me" Louis asked. I shook my head. "Why not?" I sighed and shrugged. "Just say a simple word. Like yes, or no. I just want to hear your voice." I got off Louis and shook my head a bunch of times. I turned off my computer and grabbed my bag. I ran down the stairs and finally got outside. "I'm suppose to drive you!" I shook my head and started to run to school. Maybe i'll get hit by a car on the way to school.

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                           I shuffled into art class with Zayn by my side. He's been quiet today and I don't know why. I don't know if I should be happy about it or if I should be mad. Zayn sat down and pulled me into his lap. I turned around so I was facing him, wrapping my legs around his waist. I giggled quietly and smiled. Maybe he'll talk to me if I be nice. "Your giggle is adorable babe" Zayn said sweetly as he nibbled on my ear. I gently pushed his chest, telling him to stop. "You want me to stop babe" Zayn whispered. I nodded. "Can I at least kiss your cheek" he asked, still whispering. I smiled and pointed to my lips instead. Zayn started to lean into me but then someone slammed their books down making me jump. Zayn groaned because when I jumped, I sort of hit him in the down area. I pouted at him. "It's fine babe" Zayn said calmly.

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