Long Live Us

Chapter Eight

(Harry's POV)

After what happened last night, I expected things to be awkward when we woke up. It actually wasn't, though.

I got up before him and brushed my teeth and changed my underwear and put on some clean sweats before grabbing my phone and sitting on the bed next to Louis. He absentmindedly snuggled into my leg in his sleep, so I played with his hair.

Honestly, what I had said about the kiss meaning nothing was the biggest lie I have ever told, it might not have meant something to him, but I literally will not get over how magical it felt.

I shivered just thinking about it.

I felt Louis squirming on my lap so I looked at him to see him slowly open his eyes.

He looked around really confused and then smiled at me.

"Hi boo," I whispered.

He tried to say something, but was cut off by him having a coughing fit. I pat his back like I was trying to burp him.

"Sorry about that," he said right in my face, know how I hate his putrid, morning breath.

"Nasty, brush your teeth, or lick my cats bum. Either way, your breath will smell ten times better," I said, playfully plugging my nose.

He kissed my temple before getting up and off the bed and into the toilet.

I go downstairs, "mum!"

I don't get a reply, but find a pink notecard on the kitchen counter.

"Harry, Gemma and I have left the visit the university and get her dorm set up, may not be back until tomorrow, kisses!"

I threw the note on the floor, the house is mine for tonight.

"LOUIS!" I yelled.

"Yeh?"

"CALL UP SOME OF YOUR FOOTY FRIENDS, WE'RE HAVING A PARTY!"

"ALL RIIIGHT!!" he yelled back

I texted everybody on my contacts, besides relatives.

"Party @ mine tonight whenever, bring booze!" was all it says, call me a cliche teenager, but I want to get drunk and party!

I got a lot of "hell yeah"s and "sure"s, and then there was Louis, "pecan pie," was all he said.

Now where did dad hide all his alcohol before he moved out? He always had a big stash hidden so mum wouldn't find it.

The garage! Mum never goes in there.

I walk into the garage and examine the big maze of boxes and go to the left, hoping to find something.

I see something white and shiny. I move some boxes to find a fridge, I open it to find all of the booze.

Before I can grab the drinks, I notice I knocked over a box. I pick up the things, but stop at a deflated football (soccer ball) that had scribbles all over.

I try to make out what they say and I see my 'signature', Louis' 'signature', and my dad's name printed. I feel tears welling up in my eyes.

This was the foot ball that my dad and I used to play with, before I was too 'cool' to play with my dad. Louis even came and played with us. The signatures were so faded, I don't even know how I made them out.

I started crying a bit, at the memory of the last night before dad walked out on us.

"I'm going to a work party, see you later Anne, love you. Harry, Gemma." he nodded at us and kissed my mom quickly on the lips.