Being Louis (Zouis)

Chapter 32

-Harry

After school, I waited for Luke's arrival. Ever since I found out this morning that he was babysitting, I swear I almost lost my voice from screaming so much. Louis comes downstairs fixing the cuffs on his suit.

"Has Luke gotten here yet?" I shake my head and turn my face back to the door.

"Harry, go wash that stuff off your eyes before Luke gets here!" I shake my head and stay in my seat by the door. I hear tissues being pulled from the tissue box next to the telly causing me to turn around and see Louis coming towards me with a damp wipe.

"No! I want him to see how pretty my eyes are!" Louis gets on top of me then the tissue comes towards me.

"Louis, no!" I quickly kick him in the groin and I run back to the door. The doorbell rings making me jump excitingly while Louis limps over to the door and tries to pull a straight face. He opens the door and there's Luke and some boy.

"Hey, Louis! Nice to see you again. Look, I had to bring my little brother because there's no one home." Louis shrugs.

"That's okay! He's adorable!" Louis pinches his cheeks but he swats it away.

"Drummers are not adorable they are hot."

"Yeah, he's a bit cocky. He's the drummer in our band. He's pretty good." He gasps and looks at Luke.

"Just pretty good? I sound amazing." Luke rolls his eyes and steps in. Louis looks at the clock on the stove.

"Oh! I gotta get going! I just put Niall down so he should be okay for a couple of hours. If he wakes up he's probably hungry. I changed his nappy so that should be good. We have leftovers in the fridge in case you, Ashton, or Harry get hungry. That's about it. Harry? Behave." I shoo him away and he leaves for his date with Zayn.

"I'm gonna chill outside. Okay?" Luke shrugs and Ashton leaves us alone.

"Finally." Luke turns on the telly and it happens to be Titanic. We both sit on the couch, I sit next to him while he watches. It's on the scene where Rose is about to let Jack go into the water.

"I'll never let go Jack." Luke groans out.

"But she does let go!" I look up at him and smile. He looks down at me.

"What?"

"You know, I'd never let you go." Luke looks at me funny and turns his face back to the screen. I scoot closer to him.

"I like you, Luke." I wait for his reaction. He turns to me and coos.

"Aw, Harry. I like you too." I breath and wait for the right chance.

"Hey, Luke?" He turns to me then I grab his face and kiss him. After a while he pushes me off of him slowly.

"Harry?" I smile at him and wait.

"I like you but not like that." My smile turns to a frown.

"I mean you are one cool cat but I'm way too old for you. I'm sorry." Before he can say anything else, I stand up from the couch and walk outside.

-Luke

After Harry walks out, I hear the home phone ringing. I get up and look at the caller ID: Payne, Liam I slowly pick it up and speak.

"Hello?"

"Hey, Luke! Is everything alright?" I bite on my lip ring and try to speak.

"Yep." No, I just kissed your son, sir.

"That's great." No it's not. I feel dirty.

"Well, call me if you need anything."

"Will do, sir." He hangs up after that. I sigh and hear cries coming out of the baby monitor.

"Coming, Niall!"

-Ashton

I poke a worm with a stick then I hear crying coming from the behind me me. I turn around and see Harry so I walk over to him and sit next to him.

"You okay?" He pulls his head up from his knees and his eyes have red rings around them. He has tear stained cheeks and his mascara and eye liner is running down his face.

"Does it look like I'm okay?" He hiccups at me angrily.

"Sorry I asked." Just as I get up, he sniffs.

"Wait, sorry. It's just- I feel like no one will ever like me."

"Well, why do you think that?" He shrugs.

"Because I'm ugly?" I take a napkin out of my back pocket. I lean in so I can wipe his eyes. He flinches but allows me to do it. I wipe off the tears, mascara, and eyeliner.

"I don't think you're ugly." I ball up the napkin and set it beside me.

"You don't? You think, I look somewhat attractive?"

"No, I think you look very attractive." I lay my hand down on his and Harry quickly looks down and smiles a little.

"Okay, I feel better now. You can stop faking it." He frowns a little and pulls his hand back.

"Who says anything about faking it? What if I happen to think that you are attractive?"

"We just met."

"I go to your school! I'm even in your class. You just never notice me." Harry looks down.

"I'm sorry."

"It's so whatever! I hate school anyway, it shouldn't even matter."

"The point is Harry. I like you for you. Not some Barbie doll that wears makeup." I grab his hand and interlace out hands together.

"I don't know. I've been hurt before." He tries to pull his hands away but I grip his hand harder.

"Just give me a chance." I wait for his answer. He looks around and bites his lip.

"Maybe this can change your mind." He turns towards me and I peck him on the lips. When we pull away, he blushes.

"Please?"

"Oh, alright."