The summer house (Larry Stylinson)

ninth chapter

Louis POV

As soon as school was over we headed to the canteen.

Bohooyys! The voice of the cleaner (Molly) beamed through the canteen and the hallways.

Oh hi Molly. I said.

Hi dear, and who’s this lovely boy? She asked while pointing at Harry.

I’m Harry. He answered.

Oh what a beautiful name dear. Molly said while pinching his cheek. A slight blush found it’s way on his cheek, it was so cute. Wait… cute? What’s wrong with me, seriously.

Well yeah, Molly is the cleaner of the school. She’s quite old, like 65 years, she’s not very tall, Oh and she’s not thin. But she’s sort of the mother of all the children in the school. Every one loves her.

Lovely’s, I think we have to begin cleaning the canteen. The sooner we start, the sooner you can go home.

I shuddered at the thought to walk home alone. I really have to convince Hazz to walk with me. Ow well, first we have to clean the canteen so we are far away from going home. Sigh.

Harry grabbed a wet towel to clean the tables, Molly grabbed the vacuum cleaner and I had to do the dishes.

not a very long time after we began, Harry finished cleaning the tables and joined me.

Lou? You need help with that?

Yeahh thanks. Can you dry the stuff?

Sure, he said and grabbed the towel from my shoulder.

As soon as his hand brushed along my shoulder I felt it tingling there. It felt weird, but nice.

We continued the dishes in silence. Until I had enough of the silence and shoved some dishwashing foam in Harry’s face.

The look on his face was absolutely priceless.

Lou?? What the hell. He said a little loud while shoving some foam in my face too.

Well, I didn’t expected that one.

He began to laugh, causing me to laugh too. Soon we had the giggles and we were both laughing on the ground, arms clenched around our bellies and foam still all over our faces. It looked hilarious.

I really don’t know how, but I convinced Harry to walk me home. Well actually he said yes before I could even finish my sentence. But I really didn’t care.

As soon as we finished cleaning we hurried outside. Glad that we could head home.

Thanks for walking me home Hazz.

No problem, i like to walk you home. he said while blushing a little.

No I mean reall-  wait? You like it?

His face turned a darker shade of red. u-uhmm yeah?

Ahww, my little Hazza likes walking me home. I cooed and pinched his cheek.

Loouu! He whined and pouted. Dooon’t.

Haha ahhw, I’m sowwy little Hazza. I’m just teasing you, ya know. I said and beamed him a smile.

But I’m not little. He said childish and pouted more.

I just like to call you my little Hazza, cuz you are my little Hazza. My cute, curly little Hazza. I said as I stuck out my tongue at him.

He let out a little laugh, pushing me playfully.

Not much later we arrived at my home.

So this is my house.