Authors Note
Hai c: Happy Monday.(it's actually Tuesday now :p) Update yayaayayayayayaya. Ok anyways, this is chapter 5 blah blah. SO!! I wanted to say, I am gonan start a new fanfic soon. I don't want to start it for a little while, just for the fact that this fanfic is still young. I already got the basic idea down for it. Thats all I wanted to say. Enjoy this chapter!
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Louis' POV.
Dinner at Harry's home was quite pleasent. No loud sisters, or a scolding mother. It was just Harry, Anne, and I. Harry explained to me that his older sister, Gemma, is in college, and that his step father works late.
The dinner was basically what my family eats. Chicken, mashed potatoes, and a salad.
I sat across from Harry, while his mother sat on the end side of the table.
We all had small talk, about our days and Harry sitting across from me, explaining the song project to his mother.
"Lou and I were assigned as partners to make a song in choir. What we have so far is amazing," Harry explains, mouthful of chicken.
"Thats great. But don't talk with your mouth full." His mother scowls.
"Sorry," he mutters look down at his plate. I chuckle and stare at my plate. The meal looks amazing. My mind is telling me to eat, but my stomach is begging me not too.
"Louis honey, are you not hungry?" Anne asks. Harry looks up and looks at my plate.
"You barely touched anything," Harry joins in, pointing to my plate, making a face.
"I guess I am not that hungry," I explain quietly, looking down at my lap, and playing with my hands.
I decided to try and eat something so Anne nor Harry wll be concerned. I pick up my fork, and stab a piece of lettuce, knowing that I will regret this later.
I take the bite, and try to supress a moan. The salad was delicous! But I needed to calm myself before I eat everything on my plate.
Using a tehnique I have seen before, I pick up my knife and cut the chicken into small bits, along with the remainder of my salad. This makes it so i ate more of it, but not all of it.
I also hold the fork to my mouth to try and make it look like I am eating. It seems to be working. I finally place the cutlery down.
"Dinner was amazing, Anne," I finally say with a tiny smile.
"Well I am glad you enjoyed it Louis." Anne says, smiling back to me. She really did look a lot like Harry.
I jumped a bit when I heard a small beep emerging from my phone. I checked, have a new message from my mother saying its time to come home.
"Well," I say standing. "Dinner was great, But my mum would like me to go home now, so I will be on my way." I say, getting ready to leave.
"Wait, how about Harry, you can walk him home?" Anne asks, looking now at Harry.
"Oh no, he doesn't have to," I butt in. Although I would love more time with Harry. But this lettuce in my stomach feels Sickening.
"I would love to," Harry says standing up, taking his plate to the kitchen. He comes back a few seconds later.
"I'll be home in a bit mum!" Harry shouts from the front door. We finally exit, walking towards my street. It's very silent.
"Your mom is very nice," I say breaking the silence. Harry looks over at me and smiles.
"Yeah, she is great," Harry says, still looking at me.
I keep looking ahead, starting to shiver a bit. I try to supress it, but I think Harry took note.
"Are you cold, Lou?" Harry asks.
"No, not at all," I lie. I shove my hands in my pocket.
"Bullshit" He says, and wraps a long arm around My body. I felt my entire body flush under his touch. If someone saw us, they could mistake us for a couple.
Well then. He was very warm though...
I look up at Harry... To see the bastard smirking at me!
"Stop," I whine and he chuckles.
"Sorry Lou, i'm a cuddler," Harry says.
I smile, but it soon fades away.
"Hey Harry?," I ask.
"What's up? He says.
"Why are you.. I don't know. Nice to me?" I ask uneasily. He looks down at me a bit shocked.
"I have no reason not to be nice to you" He says.
"Even though we haven't spoken much until today, I think you're a lovely boy Lou," Harry tells me and I blush.
"Aw! You're blushing!" Harry coos.
"Shut it," I mutter.
We FINALLY made it to my house, because Harry decided it would be funny to sneak away and scare me by jumping out.
"Thanks Harry, see you tomorrow!" I shout from the front door. He waves, and I close the door, in a hurry to dispose of this salad.
Harry's POV.
After I dropped Louis off, I started to think hard. When I was with Lou throughout the day, he made me... HAPPY. Like all the worry in the world was relieved by his presence. Do I have feelings for him? No, I have Kendall and I love her, right?
Third persons
Little did Harry know about Louis' eating disorder. Or that fact that he may have feelings for the broken boy.
Authors Note
did you like? sorry it's short.
