bad boys (l.s.)

thirteen.

Harry was finally home. He smiled at his mom, who was sitting in the couch, and he joined her there.

"So. How was your date?" Anne said in a sing-song voice, and Harry shook his head no. "Mum. It wasn't a date. All our friends were there." Harry said, and his mom just shrugged. "Well, either way, it's late. Head up to bed." She nodded of towards the stairs, and Harry went up.

Harry pulled out his phone and opened up the messages with Louis. He smiled at a text Louis had sent him.

{from} Lou😍: hey hazzy. today was really fun. I miss u already😭

{to} Lou😍: hi loulou. I miss u too

{from} Lou😍: u should look out ur window right bout now hun

{to} Lou😍: um okay?

Harry got up and opened his window. He smiled when he saw a certain punk boy on the ground outside, smiling up at him. "Hey Curly." Louis said, and Harry giggled. "I'll be right down."

Harry climbed out the window impressively well, jumping on the ground. He gave Louis a hug and they were off on Louis' motorcycle. Tonight was going to be fun.