With Your Love

Chapter 19

A few weeks have passed since I last saw him outside my window. Harry still doesn't know about it, no one does. It's strange because now, I feel like I see him everywhere. When I'm going to class or anywhere publicly, every so often, I'll catch a glimpse of him. Those same hazel eyes following my every move. And just like before, once I see them and look back, they're gone.

I've been hanging out more with Louis, regardless of what Harry said about him. I've actually missed being around him and it was nice. We established that we were just going to be friends since I caught the drift that he might like me, which he did.

"So, how've you been? It's been awhile." He asks me as we sit down in a booth at Starbucks. We seem to come here a lot.

"I've been pretty good. Trying to get alittle more accustomed to the college life." I smile at him, as the waitress comes to take our order. She ignores me completely and directs her attention to Louis.

"So, what would you like?" The waitress smiled her brightest smile, her teeth stained red from her over-application of lipstick. Louis turns his attention to me and raises and eyebrow. I just shrug my shoulders.

"Uh, I'd like a caramel iced coffee and she'll have the same." He says, knowing my favorite.

"I'll have that right up for you." She winks at him and gives me a dirty look before strutting away. I sit back and watch before looking at Louis, shocked by her rudeness.

"I would be careful if I were you." I said.

"What do you mean?"

"Louis, she's a transexual."

"I know. Her adams apple is bigger than mine!"

"Well, it looks like she has taken a liking to you." I smile at him.

"Don't get me wrong, I don't have a problem with transgender people or anything like that, it's just-"

"It's alright Lou. I get it." I chuckle.

"Here you go, handsome. Two caramel iced coffee's." The waitress, who's name tag says Jamie, smiles as she sets down the two cups.

"Thank you." I flash a smile at her, but she only mumbles a 'whatever' before walking back to the cash register.

"Well, good luck." I say to Louis as I grab his car keys off the table and my cup, walking to the car, leaving him with Jamie to pay for our drinks.

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"You know, you're not at all like I thought you would be when I first met you." I say to Harry. We are at his house now after our last class of the week. We're sitting on his living room couch, watching tv, but I had gotten bored with it.

"What do you mean?" He asks, shifting to face me on the couch.

"When I met you at that party, I didn't expect you to be the way you are now."

"And that is?"

"Gentle and somewhat sweet. By first impression, you just seemed intimidating and mysterious."

"Well, I tend to hear that alot. Some of my friends thought the same thing. That side of me changed when I saw you. I could feel it, that side of me drifting away into a imaginary drawer where I probably wouldn't use it anymore. I guess I just didn't want to scare you."

"I'll admit, it was a bit scary, but I feel like it suits you. I also thought...." I stopped myself before I made myself look stupid.

"You thought what? Don't stop now." He encourages me.

"I thought it was kind of...hot. You know, the whole idea of it just...intrigued me." I looked up to see that sly little smirk forming on his face.

"You know, I could be mysterious in other ways too." He says, as he scoots closer to me on the couch.

"Is that so?" I move backwards, away from him until I find myself lying on my back with him on top of me.

"Yes, it is." Our lips are so close to meeting until I heard the sound of the doorbell.

Harry groans, making me giggle, before getting up to see who it is.

"Oh hey man! Whats up? I haven't seen you in ages." I heard Harry's voice as it booms with excitement. I can hear faint mumbling from someone else, but I don't know what they're saying.

"Hey Tori, I want you to meet one of my best mates."

I turn around with a smile on my face after fixing my clothes, wanting to make a good impression on who I'm about to meet. But I feel it slowly start to fade and I hear myself gasp quietly when I turn around to meet a pair of hazel eyes.