He's Not Afraid || L.S AU

Chapter 12

Louis'POV

"Hi" I say into the phone timidly.

"LouisWilliamTomlinson!"

Okay I'm dead. She just used my full name.

"Yes?" I bite hard on my bottom lip, enough to draw blood and for me to taste the foul metallic taste in my mouth.

"WhydidIjustgetacallfromtheschoolthatyoumissedout 3 ofyourclasses? Andyoumissedyoursciencetest! Comehomerightnowyoungman! Ineedasterntalkingtoyou!"

Then I'm met with the dial tone ringing in my ears. When I said I'm dead a few seconds ago? Yeah, well nowI'm dead.

"Nialler, can you drive me home? That was my mum and she isn't thrilled I skipped 3 of my lessons today." I say.

"Sorry, Lou but I need to practice for the game on Friday or coach will go bilistic for forgetting 3 times in a row" Niall apologises to me in which I not to understanding. "I'll see you later, take care and tell Liam I said hi will you?" Niall walks out the automatic doors and I nod. I haven't spoke to Liam since the evening at Harry's dinner with my family.

"I can take you" Harry suggests, my prescription in his hands as I'm stuck in these blasted crutches and his other hand with his car keys.

"You've got a car licence and you're 17?" I ask baffled. He just smirk and shrugs.

Because he's Harry Styles.

"C'mon then, I'd love to meet your mum again, she's a legend" he laughs.

Harry's POV

Soon we were in my car and driving to Louis' street. A set of nerves kicks in and I'm soon fidgeting slightly. I'm not scared that we might get into an accident by the way I'm driving horrifically or the way I'm drumming my fingers on the steering wheel to the beat of the music playing on the raidio..He's not even talking to me so why am I so bloody fucking terrified? He's just sitting there for me to drive him back home to face the wrath of his mother (she's a lovely woman). But then shivers run down my spine in the most unusual way. It's not what I'm afraid of.. it's who I'm afraid of...Louis? No, no, that's not it at all. It's probably the breez blowing inside the window from Louis' side of the door making me shiver. I'm straight and I don't like Louis in anyway. I might consider him a friend but that's it. He's just different and shy and mysterious and..so so gorgeous. I'm not even supposed to be thinking about him this way, ever, but yet here I am doing it while he's sitting there completely oblivious to my conflicted thoughts. I'm not afraid of being gay or bi since I was openly bi in middle school..it's just if it was another guy I'd be fine but..Louis? It's not like he's repulsive or anything he's just... so flipping confusing, first I snog the living daylights out of him and he runs off then the next day he enjoys it but runs off anyway. He might think the same thing about me though...

I look at him for a brief second and see him staring out the window in a daze while a notepad and pen is occupied in his held. I sneakily skim his features and instantly smile in delight. His high defines cheekbones, the feathery, caramel hair that's sometimes in a quiff or styles to the side, the way he pushes his glasses up the bride of his nose as a habit, his liking for classics but John Green, how he stutters, goes awkward and shys away when meeting new people or is just worried. Then when he's in a good mood he fools around but keeps quiet most of the time, then when he's happy he's just my Louis.