"Lovely"

Part Twenty (Louis)

Hi everyone, sorry this part is so short. I've got a lot going on with school, and I have a bunch of shit to get done before I leave for New York on Thursday. This chapter is really more of a filler, but I promise that the next part will be longer and provide more of an explanation. Thanks so much for understanding.

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Part Twenty (Louis)

After Harry left, I ended up calling into the school and making sure I hadn’t missed any work. That would have been a lot easier if I had actually been to classes. I spent a grand total of forty minutes at school, not including the time in the bathroom with Harry. I have no idea how long we were actually in there to be honest.

He had come over though. He did. That surprised me, because I’ve never had a friend over before. Well, then again, I suppose Harry is not quite a friend…maybe a bit more than that. I mean like, he kisses me. That’s got to count for something.

Dad seemed to think so. When I finally crawled out of bed, it was pushing six o’clock, and Dad and Dan were downstairs making dinner.

“Good morning sunshine.” Dan mocks, not turning to look at me. I grumble below my breath a take a seat on one of the barstools that surround the island in the kitchen.

“Your boyfriend was here.” He continues, mixing pasta in the pot, “He just left a few minutes ago.”

I grin at the mention of that word. Boyfriend.  Before it was a meaningless term used to describe a male partner, but now it meant Harry. That’s what I think, anyway.

Was Harry actually my boyfriend?

He hadn’t asked me to be, and we hadn’t confirmed anything yet. I should ask him. Without hesitation I pull out my phone to send him a text.

“Hey Harry, I’d like to talk to you. Would you like to meet before school again tomorrow?”

In an instant he replies.

“Goodness Lou, I’d love to, but I’m not really sure what’s going on right now. I’ll let you know soon. xx Harry”

Not really sure what’s going on.

What if he’s hurt? What if he’s lost or worse…what if he found Liam?

Nonsense, Harry isn’t scared of Liam. Mind you, Harry’s not scared of anything. He’s so brave and courageous. I remember this one time when he burnt his hands, and he didn’t even flinch. Well, not a lot. I would’ve completely broken down and probably cried my eyes out. But not Harry.

I wish I was more like him. He’s wonderful, and friendly and strong and he always knows exactly what to say. And he doesn’t stutter either. Why can’t I not stutter?

Just as I’m getting lost further into my thoughts, my phone dings again, and I silently curse it for interrupting my sap.

The anger is quickly relieved, however, the text is from Harry.

“On second thought, I don’t think I’ll be in school tomorrow. I’m so sorry Lou.’

What is going on? He was just over here a few minutes ago. What could’ve happened?

“What’s going on?”

I send it almost instantaneously after receiving his first message. After what felt like forever without a response, I send another message.

“Harry? Are you okay?”

Nothing. What if he’s hurt? What if…what if he got hit by a car on the way home, or he got shot or he broke something? What do I do?

What would Harry do?

Well that’s just it…I don’t know.

I have to ponder it for a moment, but it quickly hits me and I grab my jacket, rushing out the door as fast as my feet will carry me.