Louis pov
I couldn't help but get this strange feeling as if something were very wrong with harry.
He hasn't been eating, he looks like hell, maybe it's the stomach
Bug?
I shook the feeling off deciding I was just paranoid.
Harry and I stood there for a couple minutes or so. I glared at his face. His perfection made gleam. His green eyes so beutiful, his messy curls so fuckkin' se-
What the hell am I doing? I can't think like this. I'm straight. Not gay. Oh god, no, never gay.
Harry finally broke the science.
"So what all did you do all day? He asked.
"Nothing really." I replied. "The usual"
"Aha" said harry. Guess I'm glad I didn't go!"
"Haha" I giggled. "I guess so hazza"
"Hazza?"
Harry didn't know how he felt about the new nick name. But he liked it.
"Oh yea, sorry. I just thought it sounded good, if you dot like it th-
"No." Harry interrupted. "I love it"
Just then harry smiled. Oh my god why does e have to smile? His beutiful dimples and his oh my god. I think I'm getting a bonner!
"Ermmm- I have to go shower mate." And then I ran to the bathroom and shut the door.
