you put the O in disOrder ➢ (l.s)

O.6

(HARRY'S POV)

Maybe I don't need a swing to get butterflies.

After that day, Louis had told me that he was going to base a whole project off of me.

He said to me, "I'll have to interview you every day for this whole school year."

And I said something along the lines of, 'I really hope you know what you're getting yourself into.'

He was really excited that I said yes. But, I'm still having doubts. I am the laughing stock of the whole school after all. Plus, I don't even really know if I can trust Louis or not.

He seems trust worthy.

But then again, everybody seems that way in the beginning.

It's a Tuesday, the next time me and Louis meet up and he brings me to this small sub shop by the beach.

I fucking hate subs.

But, I like the beach.

And evidently, I kinda like the short feathery haired boy in front of me.

I love the waves, and I can hear them from the window as we both sit in a booth across from one another.

"Lets start with something easy." He says, breaking the waves wish, whoosh sounds with his mouth full and covered in crumbs.

He's such a slob.

I'm not complaining though.

"Whats your favorite song?" He asks, wiping his mouth, and for a moment I'm utterly confused. That has nothing to do with my disorder at all.

But it is indeed quite easy to answer.

Solvable questions.

My favorite.

"That doesn't have anything to do with anything, goob." I say, and chuckle lightly, "But, 'Creep' by Radiohead. Most definitely."

His eyes simply light up and he starts singing the tune in this totally awful way, but I can't help but laugh at him.

"Why that song?" He asks through a breathy laugh, and I almost forget what we're talking about, from the way his eyes match the rippling blue ocean so well.

"It's..." I pause, and I try to think of why it actually is so important to me. "The lyrics, I think." I say quietly, and he notices the small frown and sad shadow that crosses in my eyes.

He knows.

"I don't care if it hurts,

I want to have control,

I want a perfect body,

I want a perfect soul."

He doesn't say anything for a while, and I panic. I pick the bread off my sandwich and then I hear the seat shift a little. He moves to sit with his legs crossed on the booth and I laugh under my breath.

This kid might be weirder than me.

"You aren't a creep. Or a weirdo." He says and smiles.

It's the kind of smile, that can warm up the coldest part of anybodies soul.

I smile back at him shyly, and then he looks at me all serious-like.

I raise an eyebrow.

What is he up to this time?

"I'll race you to the beach, Bambi." He whispers as a smirk forms on his lips. In a second, he's dashed off and out the door and I laugh loudly.

So loud, that it awakens me inside.

I haven't laughed like that in awhile.

I take off running after him but I have to stop half way.

Curse friction.

"Louis!" I call out panting heavily, and in a second, he scurries back over to me. He must have known what was wrong, because then he gave a worried look.

But just as quick as the worried look came, it left.

He scooped me up and I gasped, looking around as my sight shifted up off the ground and up into the sky.

I don't know why I was so comfortable with this, but I was. I felt free.

Free of the throb, the ache, and the need.

Free.

I laugh and he carries me to the edge of the water, grinning like he just won a gold medal.

When my toes reach the earth again, I am met with a wet grainy feel. I love it, wet sand, cold water, wind on my face.

I. Love. This.

I look at him, and he looks at me.

We both smile, standing near the oceans lips.

It kisses our feet, then draws back out.

"How long have you been this way?" Louis asks, and suddenly, it doesn't sound like he's asking for research.

He's asking because he genuinely wants to know.

"Sixteen."

He looks at me with pity and I look away. Pity isn't my thing.

Especially when it's coming from him.

"A year?" He asks, with the same tone.

I nod. "365 days, Yes." I say, and I feel him get closer.

The ocean keeps sweeping over our toes, and I listen to the silence.

We both do.

"That fucking sucks, Bambi." He adds in a couple moments later, and I start giggling, unable to help myself from honest humor.

"Yeah." I say through a small sigh, smiling with no trace of sadness to be found.

We end up building sand castles, and collecting shells for the rest of the day.

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SORRY THAT WAS SO LONG-ish. I hope you liked it. Goodnight my lil bambies! ;)

much love,

Amber xx <3