Past, Present, No Future. (Harry Styles)

61. Fun.

I helped Louis set up one of the many SUV's he had so it can have three rows for all of us to fit in.

"If you don't want me there I won't come" Louis said receiving yet another glare from me since he's said this at least five times this morning.

"You are coming" I told him sternly.

"If the boy doesn't want to come he shouldn't have too" Harry said as he sat at the hood of the car.

Now I glared at him making him shrug, "Don't listen to him" I told Louis hopping down from the car and shuffling in the house to call the others outside.

"Two on each row" Louis said referring to the car seats.

"Someone's going to have to sit with Louis in the back" Harry said.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing Harry" Louis said with a mischievous smirk.

Harry rolled his eyes opening the passenger seat to the car looking over to me waiting to get in.

"Gen do you want to take shotgun?" I asked, "I'll sit with Louis"

I smiled to him as he bit his bottom lip resisting the his own smile as we climbed over the seats to get to the back.

It took us a while to figure out the directions in which we were going but once everything was in gear we were all good.

"We can continue our game of 20 questions" Louis said looking over to me.

I tensed, "O-okay" I stuttered hoping he forgot that I didn't answer his last question, "Ummm, where did you grow up?" I asked.

"Small town in Doncaster, what happened to your mum?" he said catching me off guard, "Meredith mentioned her but never spoke of it again"

Once again, I tensed, "She passed away, six years ago" I breathed out.

He nodded, and I waited for his sorry. But it never came. I looked over to him in confusion.

"Death sucks" he laughed nervously, "I know how you feel, my half sister died a few years ago"

"Death is unpreventable" I said still waiting.

He was the first person not to feel sorry for my mum's death, and it made him...special.

Everytime someone said they were sorry about my mum dying I felt as if the felt sorry for me, as if they pitied me for losing someone. But Louis wasn't like that.

"Where's your father now?" I asked.

"Back in England, I don't know where but I guess I wouldn't care" Louis answered.

"I feel as if I'm not knowing you well enough through this game" he told me shifting so his body would face me.

"Then what do you suggest?"

"Just tell me random things about yourself, when were you born, what are your hobbies?"

I exhaled with a sligh smile, "I was born on March 5th 1995, I very much enjoy reading the same book over and over, ummm my favorite color is red"

"Dig deeper" he said.

"If I told you anything more you would want to get away from me" I laughed nervously.

"Try me"

I looked over to him wetting my lips, I barely knew this boy but I felt like I've known him forever, "I didn't have my first kiss until I was 18" I substituted for what I was really going to tell him.

"Really?" he said sounding surprised.

I giggled, "Yes, I'm serious"

"I'm just having a hard time believing someone as beautiful as you had virgin lips until the age of eighteen"