MIDNIGHT MEMORIES

Louis

Louis takes his time after school, not wanting to show up at Harry's house too early and seem as eager as he is. He dawdles in the hallway, dumping things into his backpack from his locker. He slugs down the hall, turning in late work to various teachers. At three thirty, he grabs his skateboard and begins the ride to Harry's. 

As he rides, he pulls off his beanie to allow his shaggy hair to blow in the wind. His stomach is alive with butterflies as he turns onto Harry's street. He doesn't want to admit it, but he really, really, really likes this boy. He might even love him. 

He gets distracted thinking about Harry's hazelnut curls and dimpled cheeks and misses the other boys house. He hikes back up the hill and triple checks the address. This can't be it. Harry's house is big. No scratch that. Harry's house is HUGE. Harry lives in a mansion. 

Louis looks down at his ripped jeans and worn hoodie. He can't show up at the preppy boys house looking like this. 

Trying not to cry, he sets his skateboard down and starts towards home.