The Help

Chapter Three

A/N: Ok, again forgot the original author's note posting, but yeah I know I loooooove this chapter and I heard on my tumblr that someone said it reads funny, but idgaf. I love it. So I'm not editing it, sorry.

Harry woke up in the morning, his lungs burning from last night and the taste on liquor still dancing on his tongue. He definitely wasn't hungover, but for some reason he had an awful head ache. He sat up in bed and looked over at the clock. Nine o'clock. Why was he waking up at nine, especially in the middle of summer? He got out of bed and put on clothes quickly (he liked sleeping in the nude) before hurrying down the stairs to the living room.

His parents were already gone off to work and his sister was gone too, probably at a friend's house. That meant he got dressed for nothing. He wasn't hungry, so he sat down on his couch. His macbook was sitting on the coffee table and he prayed no one touched it and looked at his stuff, that would be so embarrassing. He grabbed it and logged into his facebook account. There was the message he never replied too from Niall, three notifications, and a friend request. He clicked on the friend request and his heart sunk.

Louis Tomlinson would like to be your friend.

He quickly clicked “accept” and then caught his breath. What was it about the gardener that made him so jumpy and awkward? He shook the thought aside as he clicked on Louis' profile picture. The page redirected to his profile and Harry smiled. His profile picture was of him shirtless with skinny jeans on. How precious, how beautiful, how hot. His cover photo was of some band Harry had never heard about. He immediately clicked on the photos and went through each one, pausing for a few seconds at each photo to take in Louis. He was stunning.

After Harry went through all five of Louis' albums, the thought that what he was doing was kind of stalker-ish registered in his brain. He ran his hand through his hair a few times and then shook his head. No it wasn't. Louis was the one who sent him the friend request, of course it was okay for him to go through his profile.

He didn't have time to look through his wall posts or information as his sister sprinted into the house, and Harry definitely didn't want to get caught checking out some hot guy on facebook. He exited out of the internet and quickly turned on the television before his sister even noticed he was sitting there.

“Hey punk,” she said to him, looking at envelopes in her hands. “You got some mail.” She pulled out one envelope and threw it at him. It landed in his hands and he looked at who it was from. It was just some junk mail, so he threw it back on the table.

“Hey, can you give me a ride?” he asked his sister who was already in the kitchen.

She looked him up and down. Harry never asked for rides from his sister, not when he could take the bus. He loved Gemma, but she always complained about everything he did and poked fun at every small flaw about him and it hurt. “To where?” she asked, taking a swig of a water bottle.

“Niall's,” Harry told her.

“Niall has a car. Why doesn't he come get you?” she asked. She was always in his business too.

“I'm surprising him. Are you going to take me or not?”

“Don't get your panties in a twist. Sure I'll take you. Come on.”

Ten minutes later, Harry was opening Niall's door. He knew Niall's parents weren't home and that Niall was probably practicing the guitar in his bedroom. He made his way through the living room and to the hallway, pausing at the blue stuffed dog sitting on the counter. He smiled as he remembered how that dog came to be. They were piss drunk one night at a party, and then had gone out his some other dudes and some girls to a diner where there was a claw machine. Harry was the master at those and he had won a blue dog. Niall was interested in one of the girls, so Harry gave it to Niall to give to the girl. When he tried to give it to the girl, she laughed in his face and told him she was a lesbian. Niall had never been so heartbroken, except it wore off quickly as, by the morning time, Niall had gotten out of his drunken stupor and had completely forgotten the whole night. Harry never told him the whole truth about the blue dog, hoping to spare Niall's feelings.