They say opposites attract.

Chapter 8

 The car ride home was silent, Harry didn't bother turning on the radio. It was like Harry was in a trance, he wasn't thinking but just staring. He didn't know what to think. Harry sighed as he pulled up in his driveway. He switched off the car then got out of it. 

He entered his house and called for his mum. She was sitting in the living room watching the telly. Harry wanted to sit and spend some time with her but in all honesty, he was knackered. "Goodnight, mum." Harry said softly, giving his mom a kiss on the cheek.

"Goodnight, sweetie." She replied back. Harry paused for a second and stared at his mum, she really was the best. She was always so caring and sweet. It made Harry's heart so warm. 

Smiling, he walked up the stairs to his room and got changed into his pjs. He smiled delightfully to himself and then plopped down on his bed. He was happy.

But the happiness didn't last long, once today's events started flooding back Harry frowned. 

He really didn't understand Louis, he wish he did. Louis was seriously a mystery. A mystery that harry did not want to solve. How would Louis act tomorrow? Would he be rude or normal or shy? 

The problem was, Harry never knew how to act. The only Louis Harry knew how to deal with was when Louis was being sassy without being too mad. Harry would just answer back and him and Louis would bicker. That was okay. It was better than when Louis was aggressive. Harry didn't really know how to fight back. He didn't even want to. So he lets Louis do as he wishes. Harry didn't know how to deal with shy Louis either because he knew if he said something out of line Louis would spiral and return back to his demon ways.

Harry closed his eyes and took a breath. He didn't wanna keep thinking about Louis but he couldn't stop. His mind wandered to their moment in the car and their moment in Zayn's house. It was so weird, it kept happening and Harry didn't even understand what it was. It was like the whole world around them would stop and it was just them. Harry could never stop staring and he hated it but was so consumed by it at the same time. 

The thing is, he knew Louis was too. It was all crazy and confusing to him so he just closed his eyes and waited for his mind to stop racing. 

Slowly, he drifted off to sleep, thinking about a certain blue-eyed boy.

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Harry woke up at around 12 from the sun that was shining brightly through his windows. He had forgotten to close the blinds last night. He groaned and stretched, not wanting to get up. He closed his eyes then snuggled further into his pillow. He was beyond tired. 

He lay there for a few minutes before deciding it was time to finally get up. He had 4 hours to spare so he thought of doing for a jog. He hadn't done that in ages. 

Before letting his lazy side get the best of him, Harry grabbed a pair of shorts and a plain white tee and headed downstairs. 

He decided its best not to take a water bottle with him since holding it would be a hassle but he took some money just in case he wanted to stop by a café for water or juice.

When he walked out of the house, he placed his earphones into his phone then slid it into his pocket, checking the time: 12:31 then, he took off. 

The combination of the music and the soft breeze was really soothing for Harry and he was thankful he forced himself out of bed. On his jog Harry passed by Louis' house. He really wanted to stop, it took so much for him to continue on. He was wondering what Louis' was up to. Would he be sleeping? Eating breakfast? Playing with his sisters?