One Of Her Students.

Chapter Fifteen

Louis had it planned perfectly. He told Eleanor that Liam wanted Zayn to go with him to some place that was interviewing him for a job, but Zayn couldn’t go so Louis was accompanying him instead. Of course, that wasn’t really where Louis was going. Liam wasn’t even going anywhere at all. It was Thursday night.. So that meant that tomorrow, Louis was just going with Harry to New York. For the weekend. Just them two. It made his heart flutter with excitement and a little bit of fear. But a good kind of fear, almost like adrenaline racing through his veins. He loved how happy Harry looked when they talked about this trip. He looked like he was five years old again on Christmas eve. 

Louis sat in Harry’s room and watched him pack some bags into a medium sized red suitcase. He had a smile plastered on his lips, it didn’t seem to have gone away at all for the past hour that Louis had been there.

“You’re adorable when you’re excited by the way.” Louis said. Harry turned around and looked at him, meeting his eyes. The smile on his face grew wider, his eyes shining of pure joy. “Do you think your sister will mind if I’m there?” He asked softly, standing up from his seat that he’d been in since he got there. He walked over and wrapped his arms around the younger boys’ thin torso.

Harry finished folding the shirt that was in his hand, throwing it in the suitcase. He turned around and returned the embrace to the boy in front of him. He shook his head, “Even if she does, she’ll get over it. But I’m almost positive she’ll be okay with it.” He smiled.

“Okay.” Louis’ eyes softened as Harry stared at him. “If she doesn’t want me there or if she doesn’t like me, I’m blaming it on you!” He laughed, but it faded when he noticed how intensely Harry’s eyes were looking at him. He stared back at the boy, “What? What is it?” He asked concerned.

“I don’t know.” He said quietly, a blush taking over his face. “First, of course she’ll like you. It doesn’t matter anyways if she doesn’t. She really doesn’t have a right to judge people considering she didn’t even go to her own mum’s funeral. And you’re really hard to not like. And second, you have beautiful eyes by the way.” He grinned, his face returning to the pink blush color.

Louis let out a small chuckle before pinching his cheek playfully. Honestly, he was scared to meet his sister. Considering that she was basically the only family Harry had left - the only one seemed to actually talk to anymore. So yes, he was nervous as hell. “I should probably go since we’re leaving early tomorrow.. So I’ll be here at 6 tomorrow morning. Sound good?” He smiled.

Harry nodded once and leaned it, pressing their lips together. “Can’t wait.” He winked.

~

Louis was awake, packing the last of his things that he didn’t pack the night before. Eleanor was watching him scramble across the room, giggling at the silly comments Louis would make every once in a while. He felt a bit guilty that Eleanor genuinely believed that her boyfriend was just going away until Sunday with his best friend to help him out. But he wasn’t. He was going with the boy he loved to see his sister.

“I miss you.” Eleanor said quietly.

“I haven’t left yet.”

“No, I miss you. - Us. I miss how we used to be.” She watched him closely as he shifted uncomfortably. “I know things have been off between us, and it started when I got mad at you when you wanted to be friends with Harry. But you have to understand that clearly, he’s gay—”

“Who gives a fuck if he is gay Eleanor?”

“There is nothing wrong with being gay, Lou. But he likes you in ways that I don’t want him to.”