Run, Frat Boy, Run // l.s

Part 15

Louis straightened his shirt as he stood in front of the mirror and ran a hand through his hair, trying to decide what to do with it.

He had no idea how he should look for Harry's party, all he knew was that he needed to look good.

He was so happy that Harry had stood up for him in front of Ed. He genuinely thought that Harry was going to revert back to his old ways.

He never in a million years thought that Harry was capable of changing his attitude towards him.

Louis thought that the moment Harry was done with him, he would toss him to the side like he had with everyone else.

He had been trying not to get his hopes up. Even when Harry had come to his house to clean the deck after the stupid stunt he pulled the other day, Louis suppressed his feelings, not wanting to believe in him only to be disappointed.

But Harry had actually shown some kind of difference.

He had sat with him in class, made him laugh, stuck by him and stood up to Ed for him.

It was entirely out of character for Harry to do, and Louis hoped with all his heart that this charming, kind and funny soul stuck around because he was falling.

Fast.

He always knew he had a crush on him, but now, Louis was beginning to realise that with the new way Harry had been treating him, it was turning into something so much more.

It was dangerous, he knew, but he couldn't help his feelings.

He wanted Harry to stay nice forever, but there was no guarantee that he would.

His heart was on the line.

Whether he wanted to or not, Louis had feelings for Harry and he was so beyond scared that it was only going to get him hurt.

He picked up his comb and started to pull his hair backwards, seeing if a quiff would look any good. He frowned and shook his head, making it fall out. No, that wouldn't do.

He put his comb down and looked at himself again.

He wanted to let Harry in fully, but then again he wasn't sure he could trust him to not break his heart.

In the mirror, he saw a different person to who he usually saw.

Most mornings, he would see a sad boy with a mask, hiding his pain from the rest of the world.

He used to be terrified of Harry and the things he would say, because he knew that Harry was the only person who could bring down his strong front.

Now, he saw a relaxed, fun and almost excited guy who maybe, just maybe could become a very happy new guy tonight.

It all depended on the party. The ball was now in Harry's court.

His behaviour would determine everything.

Louis let out a deep breath and steeled himself, preparing for the worst, just in case Harry was still an ass and ruined everything.

He swept his hair to the side, deciding he liked it like that.

Louis looked over his outfit one last time, feeling more secure in himself, and grabbed his phone.

There was a message from Harry.

Hi,

Hope to see you tonight,

just letting you know it starts at 8

Harry x

Of course he added the X.

It made Louis smile inwardly and gave him a slight boost confidence that he needed.