Forbidden Fruit

Chapter - 15

Louis's POV

"You are so beautiful" I whisper with a hand gently cupping harry's cheek. I try not to hold him any harder, almost scared of doing so.

He shuffles closer to me, now standing chest to chest and I can't help but smile at his gesture. Relief of some sort sweeps through my body while I move forward to bump our noses together.

It's a moment, for I have been waiting to happen. I place my other hand on hand to drive him closer, closing my eyes.

I can feel his breath, ragged but not paranoid. I advance for touching my lips with his-

It's as if the gods above are trying to guide me to the correct path, my phone begins to ring.

We both are quick to move away from each other. I observe the flush on his face as he hides his eyes from me.

'Damn it!' I groan internally, grabbing out my phone to see who is this idiot, who ruined my moment.

'Dad'

One word, flashes on the screen of my phone. I touch the receive button and hope for it to be a short conversation

"Hey dad"

"Hello, son, what took you so long to answer your phone?"

"I was just a little preoccupied" I look up towards Harry, still staring at the ground, but the look on his face is not flustered but it almost seems angry. I quickly turn around to face my back to him.

"Listen, this is really not the time to talk"

"Then when? I have your mother worried sick about you!"

"I call her every day"

"But what about your old man? Don't you think I am worried"

"Dad, I really I can't talk"

"No, you listen to me. I just want you to know that I love you. I have done things that I deeply regret and I know I don't deserve your forgiveness but whatever the matter with us is, it should not affect your mother. Why she is the one suffering?"

"Dad, she's okay. I'll call you back, this isn't the time to talk about this"

I quickly hang up before he starts to speak again but I turn around to face an empty playground.

He's gone

Harry's POV

"Hey dad" I hear him sigh into the phone.

Moments ago we were about the kiss! What in the god's name was I thinking? I can't keep letting him toy with me like that.

"I was just a little preoccupied" I look up discreetly through my lashes as he turns around for me to face his back.

"Listen, this is really not the time to talk"

This is wrong! I feel panic dash through my body.

"I call her every day"

I do what exactly mind keeps shouting me to do

'RUN'

"Dad, I really I can't talk"

I hear him say the last time before I scurry away to the main gates. My psyche won't let me think of any second thing, other than to get away from this potential mess.

I can't risk this again, and this wrong on so many levels I hail a taxi and ask provide him with the address for our dorm houses.

By the time I reach my destination I know I have tears running down my face, which I know could cause a frenzy if zayn sees me. I throw some cash at the driver, not bothering about the change and reach my door.