"Lovely"

Part Thirty Five (Louis)

a/n: Hey everyone!! Hiatus is over, and we're both very excited to be back and working on the storry for you all. I haven't really proof read this at all, so if it doesn't make any sense, let me know, I just wanted to get something up for the supposed-to-be-regular Sunday update. No matter, enhoy!! xxCarmen and Breonna

Part Thirty Five (Louis)

 Leigh and I ended up across the cafeteria from Harry. I didn’t even want to be near him, and I wasn’t entirely sure why. It’s not like it was a huge deal that Barrett had stood up for me in the hall earlier today, and I figured if anything, Harry would’ve been glad for it, but he seemed almost…standoffish? Like he had hoped I’d just gotten my lights beaten out rather than getting some sort of assistance. Not that I couldn’t’ve defended myself, but when the other seniors are easily a foot taller than you and maybe eight or nine stone heavier, not to mention their outnumbering me six to one, it makes it a bit harder to stand your own ground.

  In all honesty, I would’ve rather it was Harry, but he’s just so confused lately that I don’t know what to think. Not that I doubt his feelings for me, but he’s just not willing to be open about it, despite my assuredness that everything really does feel better once you’ve come out.

 “Do you think he’ll come over?” Leigh asks, twirling her pasta on her fork.

“No, probably not.” I reply.  Leigh was the only person that knew about what me and Harry had going, and though I intended to keep it that way, I still wouldn’t have minded his company. I had yet to tell Harry that Leigh knew about us, but a feeling in the pit of my stomach kept telling me that it would not be wise to let him know. If he found out, he’d flip.

But earlier today…

He had been giving me all these cute little glances in the halls, and I thought maybe, just maybe, he’d be wanting to go public with everything. However, whenever I asked him, he’d just sigh, and say “Not yet, Lou.”

But if not now, when? It wasn’t that I had started to doubt whether or not Harry would ever come out- I knew that he would, but what ate at me was how long I’d have to wait for it. Leigh had pointed out that Liam had defended me where Harry hadn’t as well, which only made the feeling all that much worse.

He was embarrassed of me, that’s what it was.

I mean what else could it be? Here he is, letting them all make fun of me and laugh about it, without even acknowledging the fact that we’ve been in a relationship for almost three months.

Nevertheless, I let it go, taking a few internal breaths and steadying my thoughts out.

Harry would come around. He had to.

“I just hope he agrees to tell everyone soon, Leigh,” I sigh, “I’m really not sure how much longer I’m willing to wait.”

Leigh reaches across the table and places her hand on top of mine reassuringly. “Soon, Louis. How can he possibly resist someone like you?”

I run my fingers through my hair sarcastically, “Well, I do try.”

She laughs and gathers up her tray, taking it to the trash bin. I glance down at my phone, only to find a text from Harry, telling me that he wants to talk. With a scoff, I type back,

Why don’t you just come over here then?

Immediately after hitting send my phone vibrates in my hand.

You know I can’t do that.

Can’t do that. What a complete load of bullshit. I glance over at the clock. 12:20 pm.

Why not? We’ve got ten minutes.

Again my phone vibrates.

Lou, we’ve been over this.

I can’t believe him. Even now, while all his friends are there making a joke out of me, he still won’t say it.

Harry you know things will be better once you’ve done it.

No response.

You’ll know who your real friends are.

I look over to his table, and see him turn to me, an unreadable expression bearing his features. As he stands up my phone vibrates for a final time.

Maybe that’s what I’m scared of finding out.

Understandable, I mean, I was scared too, but after I came out, I had not only more support from my family and friends, but I had even more than I already did from people who I didn’t necessarily talk to.

Except Liam.

I push the thought out of my head. Liam doesn’t count, I…I made up with him. Why would he defend me if he was still out to get me?

He wouldn’t.

I watch as Harry moves towards the trash bin. I scrawl some writing onto my napkin and rush over to the trash bin nearest to Harry. With a careful obviousness, I drop the folded note onto his tray, giving him a small smile.

“See you later?” I add hopefully.

“Yeah” he blushes, “See you at home.”

A very large part of me wants to lean in and kiss him right on the nose, but I know that he’ll never forgive me if I do. I do hope that he’s thinking the same, I don’t want him to be upset with me about what happened with Barrett earlier.

My third and fourth period classes drag slower than usual, but mind you, I don’t think it’s ever been possible for one to have actual fun in a year twelve physics course. I suppose last period was alright, I really love English, and I’m decent at writing essays, so I usually fly through the work in that.

As soon as the bell rings for the end of the day, I’m out the door without waiting to say goodbye to Leigh. I’m back at the house within five minutes to meet Harry. Before he gets home I’ve cleaned up, and made tea the way he likes it. Peppermint, with just two sweeteners.

Hopefully he’ll want to talk to me.