Wringer. LS

Chapter 14

CHAPTER 14

I was really mad writing this chapter I was like 'ughhh whyyy'

and it kinda sucks. I hate this chapter.

If you could switch places with one member of 1D for a day, who would you switch with and why?

I would switch with Niall, because I think he has so much fun in life.

(TRIGGERS: NONE BUT THAT DOESN'T MEAN HAPPINESS EITHER :/.....)

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Harry's POV.

Did that just really happen?

Did that seriously almost happen?

Did Louis William Tomlinson almost kiss me?

As in our lips almost touched each other. 

His lips almost touched my own?

How? 

Why?

Why did he do that? Why would he do that?

He didn't mean to do it. He was just caught up in the moment. 

That's right, he was only caught up in the moment. I mean, we were just staring at each other for quite some time. It would've been too awkward to start talking again, or to just get up after the amount of time we were staring.  

Even if we did kiss, it wouldn't have meant anything to him. As to me, it would've meant the world. If I ever do kiss him, that day will be the happiest day of my life. Sure theres not many days to compete with, but still. I'd rather kiss him than win The National Lotto. Because kissing Louis would be worth over £100,000 to me.

I hope we won't be awkward with each other now. I hope he forgets about it.

Well we weren't awkward. Today in lunch we pretended it never happened. 

"Hey I have great news!!" Louis says excitedly walking to the lunch table.

"What Louis?" I ask.

"So when I lived in Doncaster, I had a friend named Stan that I've been friends with since Year 3. And he's staying over next week because his Christmas Holiday starts early!" Louis says.

"Oh, that's, great Lou." I say trying to sound happy. But I'm not.

What if Stan replaces me and Louis leaves me? Or what if Louis likes him more than he likes me? 

"Yeah, I can't wait for us 3 to hang out!" 

"Three of us?" I ask. 

"Yeah. Don't think just because my childhood friend is coming over that I'm going to stop hanging out with you! Unless you have something to do or something." He says. 

"No, I-I can hang out with you and Stan." I mumble.

"Good! He comes in three days!" He says munching on his chips. 

I'm not good with new people. I never was. I get anxious, and nervous. I stumble on my words, I tend not to talk. They think I'm shy but that's not the case. I'm scared they'll judge me. Everyone has, and does, so why won't this new person.

Also they start to just feel bad for me. I don't understand how shyness is linked with pity, but in our minds it somehow connects. I don't need help. And I don't want theirs.