My Cinderella (l.s) [COMPLETED]

XXIII. Louis

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I wiped my tears furiously as I ate my ice cream, watching Grease for like the second time that day. My little sisters were having their ballet lessons while Lottie was somewhere else. They all preferred not being with me anyways, we never got along.

Suddenly, someone knocked the door and got inside without me giving the permission to. Gods, that jerk again?!

I stomped my way to the living room, raising an eyebrow when for the first time in forever, I saw Lottie. "What are you doing here?"

Lottie looked at me, surprised. "Um, staying? This is my house, too, you know." She shrugged carelessly, putting her jacket away before casually walking to the family room.

"I mean, you're rarely ever home. For all I know, you don't even consider this place home anymore. What happened to your boyfriend whoever he is?" I asked.

Lottie shrugged. "Some stuff. Anyways, why did I find this at the garden?" she asked, revealing the very same bouquet of beautiful flowers that I had stepped on right in front of Harry's eyes this morning. The sad look he had on almost made me want to forgive him, but I still had my self-restraints.

I quickly swatted the flowers away, making Lottie's eyes widen. She was certainly surprised. Lottie took the bouquet before finding a note there. We made eye contact and she shrugged before reading it aloud,

"Dear Louis William Tomlinson,

we have been going out for a few weeks and I just really want to make it official. I know it might be too quick for some people, but we aren't getting married yet so. Anyways, would you do the honour of being my boyfriend?

Yours sincerely,
Harry Edward Styles. x"

Shocked and filled with anger, I shouted mostly to myself, "How dare he ask me that question right after he went out with some guy?!"

Lottie stayed calm, though. As if she was used to these kinds of things. "How'd you know that he was going out with someone else? Even then, how'd you know it was a date in a more-than-planotic way?"

I shrugged in response. "A girl gave me some photos. Enough evidence for me."

Lottie gave me a look as if saying 'are you serious'. "Look, this is Harry Styles we're talking about. You probably know about his everyday activity more than his mother does. I'm sure you know what kind of a person he is," she said, crossing her arms.

I didn't speak up, mainly because I didn't know what to say. My sister continued, "What did you even see on that picture, anyways?"

"I saw them at a cafe. Smiling. Talking. Yeah." I blinked for a few moments before having the urge to duck my head down. That sounds so stupid.

"Seriously, Lou? This guy here didn't do anything wrong and you pushed him away, also kicked on this bouquet that I know costed a lot of money because look at it! It's basically shining." Lottie shook her head as if she was the captain of the ship. Huh? Where did that come from?

I sighed. "I just didn't like how the guy looked at him, I guess," I admitted, playing with my fingers to avoid eye contact with the whole world.

Lottie then shrugged. "I'm going to pick up the girls. Do you wanna come with?" she offered.

Surprised, I furrowed my eyebrows. "What? I thought y'all hated me."

Also surprised, Lottie looked at me as if I'd grown two heads. "Of course not! We thought you hated us because you never play with us anymore," she said while shaking her head.

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I finally decided to visit Harry. I wasn't going to let this chance run away from me. I even brought a little surprise with me for him.

After knocking several times, I finally decided to enter anyways because I was that impatient of a person.

The house wasn't that much different from the last time I came here. And as far as I remembered, the last time I came here was to make our picnic meal for our first date.

The difference between now and then was the fact that back then, we had the house to ourselves, while now, the silence was broken with shoutings on the other side... Or usually called as 'kitchen'.

"Harry, I know that you want to come back to me! Just leave that twink!"

"Ugh, Taylor, leave , won't you? I've lost all kinds of feelings for you the moment I saw you giving Nick head! And besides, I'm gay."

"Oh, come on! We both know this whole gay thing is just a phase! Besides, who wouldn't want a piece of this?"

CRAAAAAASSSHHH

"Taylor. Leave. Now!"

And then Taylor came into my view and walked past me, bumping my shoulder in the process. She probably did that deliberately.

I slowly walked over to the kitchen, smiling when seeing the room, but instantly worried when seeing Harry crouching down. On the floor was a bunch of broken vase parts. It must've been the cause of the crash sound earlier.

Harry was reaching down to a broken part and I quickly stopped him with my hand. He then looked up at me and green met blue. Cliché, yeah?

"Don't touch that," I reminded him, worry lacing in my tone.

Harry then stood up, skipped past the vase and grabbed a broom to sweep it away. Me being me didn't help me the littlest bit because I was that lazy.

After he was done, he led me to the living room and we both sat down--me sitting next to him at the loveseat.

"So... No offense, I love a visit every once in a while, but why are you here?" Harry finally asked after a few moments of silence.

"I--uh... To explain. Hear me out, please?" I replied with a question. Harry just nodded to my question.

"You see, I was extremely mad that time Taylor and Kendall went to my house so when Kendall came to my house and showed me some pictures, I just... exploded, I guess." I sighed.

I didn't give Harry time to reply. "I know that's not fair on your side, but I'm very insecure, Harry. I'm also over-protective and when I saw you with him... You were so happy, more happy then when you were with me."

Harry sighed. "You know that's not true, Louis. Every time I saw you watching me while I was eating, your curious face always made me smile. Such a small gesture from you could lighten up my day. Ed, Taylor or whoever... they don't stand a chance."

I nodded quickly, agreeing because no one was going to steal my Harry.

"Yeah, uh... So, I saw the note from the bouquet you gave me and..." I trailed off and revealed the bouquet from behind my back.

Harry slowly took the bouquet from me. "Wh-what..."

I smiled. "Do it again."

"Do what again?"

"Ask me."

Harry's slow brain had to take a few seconds before smiling a big grin. Then, he ahem'd before saying, "Louis Tomlinson, would you do the honour of being my boyfriend?"

I jumped onto him, making us fall down. Thank goodness Harry was below me so I didn't hit the floor. I, then, kissed him into oblivion.

Ah, do I love the privilege of being someone's boyfriend.

It wasn't perfect, no, but it was still special.