Mkay this is the second chapter of my beginning book! I hope every one enjoys it! Sorry for the grammar mistakes! I could use a LOT more comments and maybe some suggestions on how to improve? Thanks! :)
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Chapter 2, A change of view
Getting ready had never been a problem for me, it was always the same routine. Take a shower, put on some clothes, shake my hair, and lastly eat some breakfast. How Louis always seemed to take an eternity in the bathroom working on his appearance was far to complicated for me to understand. However, today I seemed to be taking a tad longer than I usually would. I had managed to get the first step done, having already taken my shower, but for some reason I couldn't chose an outfit to wear. It had to be decent, and yet comfy at the same time. After all, we do have a busy day today. For some stupid reason Paul decided to throw in two extra signing to our already planned interviews and meet and greets. It was like the bloke didn't have our strength kept in mind! Given the chances, Paul would probably work us through out the night if it weren't for the fact that the boys and I always grew sick if worked to hard.
I ran my hands through my wet curls and stared at my suitcase with frustration. "Harry...Just put on the plaid shirt with some jeans. It always looks good on you." Louis stated from my doorway. Usually I would have bantered back, but strangely I felt uncomfortable by his words. Was Louis being serious, or just joking? I smiled slightly and shrugged to myself. "Everything looks good on me." I replied jokingly, trying to ease away my awkwardness. Louis would always say comments like that, and all because of one really freaky dream, I was just suppose to think oddly of him? No. I couldn't do that to him. I secretly threatened myself to let the weird dream slide. "But thanks anyways Lou!" I added, laughing with a cheeky grin. I snatched up the shirt from my suitcase and pulled it over my head. "So. Guess what!" I started, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "Paul went ahead and decided to add ano-" I stopped mid sentence, my vision becoming unblocked by the material of my shirt as I pulled it down to my torso.
Louis was changing as well, his golden upper body reflecting the small amount of light coming from the blinds. Out of all the band members, Louis had always been the most fit. My eyes scanned over his body, my thoughts filling up with jealousy and embarrassment. For a brief moment I was reminded of my dream and how Louis had been missing his shirt when he came on stage. He had to admit, his dream must of been very detailed for now that he thought of it, Louis looked exactly the same as he did stepping out from the stage's wings. His abs had been the same, I noted, counting a 6-pack, as well as the small amount of perspiration glistening against his tanned skin. I was just about to compare Louis V leading to his lower body when he heard a loud cough, snapping him out of his thoughts.
"Huh?" I replied, realizing I had been lost in my own thoughts. Louis was now staring at me with a confused set of eyes. "You were saying something about Paul." Louis explained, finishing his changing. My cheeks lit up like fire as Louis continued to speak. "but then you stopped to gawk at me changing." Louis said with a laugh. "Honestly Harry, If you prefer me shirtless, just say something!'' Louis added, winking at my horrified expression I quickly racked my brain for words." I- I...I wa-wasn't gawking!" I stammered out, angrily staring daggers into his face. This only resulted in a laughing fit from Louis, his fingers wiping the humorous tears out of his eyes. I hadn't been gawking at him! I was only comparing Louis to the Louis in my......well....in my romantic homosexual dream with him. I sighed rubbing my temples. Did I even hear myself think? Best friends were not suppose to have those kind of dreams about each other! "Whatever." I muttered, stepping around the still chuckling Blondie.
I was just about to leave my room when Louis suddenly grabbed my wrist and spun me around to face him. "I was only joking Haz..." Louis said with an amused smirk. I nodded, feeling guilty for blowing him off like that, "I know. I'm just really tired, okay?" I explained, yawning to prove my point. Louis chuckled and ruffled my hair. "We all are! But hey, maybe you can get some sleep on the way to the signings?" Louis suggested. I groaned having completely forgotten about our busy schedule this evening. "Let's hope." I said sarcastically. For all I knew, my dreams could be just as weird as the one last night. "Come on then!" Louis cheerfully stated, walking out of my room and pulling me along with him. As soon as we touched the stairs, my nose was struck with the smell of bacon, eggs, and of course, flapjacks. "You're finally up!" Niall called from the kitchen, slamming some plates down upon the eating table. I laughed, nodding my head with enthusiasm. Liam moaned with satisfaction as he set his tea back onto his saucer. "God that taste's so good!" Liam breathed. I grinned with cheekiness and took a seat next to the bossiest member of our band. "Well good morning to you too." I replied smugly.
Liam's lips went into a tight line, and he rolled his eyes at me. "Ha, Ha." Liam said with barely any emotion. I couldn't hold my soft chuckle back. Though it only grew louder as Zayn's head shot up from the table. He must have been checking his reflection in the glass of the eating table. "Harry!" Zayn whined, his eyes dropping with sadness. I was taken with half surprise, and glanced at Louis then Niall. I frowned slightly. What had I done? "I thought Zarry meant something to you!" Zayn blurted, faking a sobs into his words. Niall burst out into laughs, clutching the spatula as if it were a life line. My frown slowly turned into a grin, and I patted Liam on the shoulder. "Sorry mate, I just can't resist the brains!" I replied to Zayn, knocking on Liams head softly. Liam grunted, and grabbed his plate. "I swear I can never eat in peace!" Liam snapped, marching out of the kitchen. Zayn and I nearly fell off our hairs with laughter,. Louis however, didn't seemed fazed by this at all. Once I had finished my laughing fit, I turned to face Louis, a grin still placed on my cheeks. He seemed almost angry, if not jealous by the way he kept fidgeting in his seat.
"Do you mean that?" Louis asked, breaking the atmosphere of humor. I raised my eyebrow in question. "Did I mean what?" I asked, not really paying attention due to the fact Niall had just placed a very delicious looking plate of flapjacks in front of me. Without waiting for Louis answer, I began shoveling in large bites of fluffy goodness. "Are you really attracted to smarts?" Louis pushed, his eyes intensely staring at me, forcing me to answer his question. I chugged down a small glass of orange juice, before wiping my mouth. "I guess so..." I started, feeling awkward for talking about what my turn on's were. "I mean, it's nice to have a girl who knows her things." I continued. Louis seemed some what hurt, and this however made me feel even more guilty. I hadn't done anything to him, and yet Louis looked as if I stabbed him with my fork! "Why does it matter to you?" I suddenly asked, my eyebrow raising. Louis's face suddenly changed back to normal, and he smiled softly. "That's interesting." Louis replied, clearly not wanting to answer my question. Niall seemed to have stopped cooking, and was now sitting himself in Liam's old seat. "If your not going to eat your food Louis, then hand it over!" Niall snapped. Louis glanced at his food and then quickly pushed it towards Niall. "I'm going to finish getting ready." Louis said. I reached my hand out to stop him, but he just kept walking. What had gotten into him?
First I had been gawking at his half naked body, and now Louis seemed to be getting upset over me talking about Liam and I being a gay couple? Strange. What next was to come?!
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YAY! So second chappie is FINISHED! Comment and tell me if you want a third! :3
