Bedtime Stories

Inspriration

Breakfast was over quickly, leaving Zayn and Louis doing this dishes. The other three decided to head outback and into Gracie's small sandpit. Zayn was still chuckling over the memories as he handed Louis the soapy dishes. Louis smirked, "Oh out with it lad."
"I'm just," Zayn paused, soaping up the last plate. "I'm really proud of you guys." Louis raised an eyebrow, laughing and continued to dry. "No, I'm serious. You two went through years of negativity." Louis nodded.
"Yea, but that was the real motivation for us. We didn't need the approval. We had each other and we were happy. That's all that matter." Zayn turned off the sink and rotated to watch Louis put the plate in the cabinet. "So, shall we go meet Niall and Liam?"
"Yea, I guess we should be heading out soon if we want to make it in time." Louis opened the backdoor and saw Harry and Gracie squatting in the sand, digging with small yellow shovels. Perrie was standing along the edge, giggling. They looked up as Louis whistled at them. Harry stood, his lean body towering over Gracie and picked her up.

~*L+H*~
Once everyone was in the car, buckled up and pulling out of the drive way, Gracie spoke up.
"Daddy?" She said, staring out the window.
"Yes, darling?" Harry's deep voice responded.
"I want you to tell the story." Harry chuckled ever so lightly and placed his hand in Louis' as he drove. Stopping at a red light, Harry's eyes met Gracie's through the rearview mirror. She was sandwich in-between Perrie and Zayn in the small backseat but was still grinning. Harry nodded and Louis smiled beside him. "Well, school was okay, I didn't really talk to anyone for a long time. Kept mostly to myself. Mum and Aunt Gemma were always worried about me," Harry chuckled.

~*L+H*~
"Don't forget your lunch in the fridge Darling," Harry's mother called. "Bus with be here soon."
"Okay mum," Harry yawned as he walked down the stairs. He was still getting used to the new squeaks and creaks of the old floors. And the way the house wined all night with the slightest touch from the wind. Harry entered the kitchen, his sister Gemma leaned against the counter blowing on a steaming cup of tea. She smiled when he said good morning.
"How was the last few days of school, Harry?" She asked lightly.
"It's been fine, Gem."
"Everyone treating you well?" Harry nodded. "They aren't being snotty?"
"Everything's fine Gemma. Trust me." Harry smiled proudly as he retrieved his lunch from the fridge.
"I do, Harry. I just worry." Harry placed the bag on the table and walked to his sister, pulling her into a hug, standing a head taller than her.
"I know, you're just being a good big sister." She patted his back.
"Get going, before you miss your bus." She smiled, lifted her cup, and headed back to her room.

~*L+H*~
"So Harry, how long do you spend doing your hair?" Harry had just sat down when the black hair-ed boy, named Calum, raced up to sit in the row behind him. Harry grumbled before looking out of the window. "Come on mate, an hour? Two?" Harry continued to ignore him. Soon Calum grew dull with Harry's silence and started to grab his hair, pulling lightly and tugging on the roots. Harry shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Calum's fingers returned though, tugging harder. Harry turned to look at him.
"What Styles? You finally going to talk?" Calum sneered. Harry rolled his eyes and stood up to move to the front of the bus.
Finally the bus pulled up to the school and Harry raced to get off. With his Chem book in hand, he opened the main door and headed to his locker. He had pretty easy classes, Chem and Government, Calc and cooking, an essay writing class, and his favorite by far, Music Class. Even though they haven't really begun anything, he loved being in the presences of Louis. Harry found it funny how he would blush as soon as he stepped through the door but Harry pretended that he never noticed.
Zayn always tries to make conversation with him, then reaches out to Louis, which usually led to silence. Harry's day flew by. In chemistry they had to read the first chapter to them self in class, which Harry had done the previous night, and write down notes. Harry distracted himself by staring at the words in the book, but his mind was elsewhere.
Blue clouded his vision, along with the smooth skin and caramel hair. Harry couldn't stop thinking about them. No matter how many times he shook his head, trying to erase the thoughts, they floated back into his mind. He was just thinking about the fact that when Louis's face reddened, a freckle or two would appear, when the bell finally buzz. Scraping of chairs filled the room, Harry blinking a few times. He smiled and put his notebook into his backpack, next period was Music class and he was looking forward to it.
Harry's locker was a few doors from the music class, so he stopped there before going. He dropped in his Chemistry book and grabbed his thick leather bounded book. He gripped this in his hand and shut his locker. This book was very important to Harry. They held every lyric he ever felt. They were his bread and butter of his being. Usually Harry would keep it home, lock in the desk drawer. But lately, he was been getting inspiration, and by the time he reached home, the words didn't feel right and lost their touch. So he decided to just bring it along. It was music class after all.
The room was almost filled when Harry entered. As usual, as soon as Harry walked into the door, Louis would rotate in some direction to avoided eye contact. Today we was reaching into his backpack. Zayn rolled his eyes at the boy, giving Harry a charming smile. Harry returned it before sitting. Class began immediate, Mrs. Key discussing about every group of instrument. At the end of class, with a good five minutes left, the class was free to talk. Harry was beginning to put his notebook into his backpack, opening the large compartment and turning to reach for his pencil that was quickly rolling off the table. Zayn caught interest of inside, retrieving the leather book. He turned it in his hand a few times, without Harry noticing. He was just about to open in when Harry ripped it out of his hand, blushing deeply. Louis took notice and looked questionably at Zayn.
"Please, don't touch." Harry said in a low voice. Zayn lifted his hands in defeat.
"Sorry, mate. Didn't mean to touch your diary," he snicker. Louis glared at him. Harry defensively said,
"It's not a diary. It's just very personally." Zayn nodded.
"Okay. Okay." He leaned back, "Lou, we still up for that rematch game today?" Louis just nodded, but Niall lifted his head off the table and stared at Zayn. Zayn raised an eyebrow.
"You alright?" Niall closed his eyes. "Was that today?" They nodded.
"Ugh, I forgot I have to help my mom today at the shop after school. Sorry mates." Zayn sighed and said,
"Well, how are we going to find a replacement under this short notice?" Louis shrugged his shoulders. "We are not fortifying against those bloody barmpots," Zayn growled. He leaned towards Liam, who was reading a book.
"Liam, Mate, what'd ya sa..?"
"No, absolutely not." he interrupted. Zayn was taken back.
"Alrighty then Lambchop." He looked at Harry, then at Louis. "Harry?" His heartbeat faster as he spoke, "I don't..."
"Come on Harry," Zayn pleaded. "It's just a football game. I don't even think you have to really play. Just fill the spot. Plus you gotta be better than Niall." Zayn raised his hand, "He couldn't even play. Niall yelled an "eye" but Zayn blew it off, trying to get Harry's answer. Harry tried to look away from Zayn, because those brown eyes were hard to ignore. Zayn sighed when Harry didn't reply. He leans back and gave a slight smile. "Well Louis, I guess this is going to be another horrible lost. It's a shame. That'll you be giving up on the one thing you love."
"It's one game Zayn," Louis said.
"Just because we were short one person. All those dreams of being the best football player is basically thrown out the window."
"It's not even a real game,"
"Wasted! Completely. All because we couldn't get a simple, little yes from a little..."
"Fine! Fine." Harry looked Zayn dead in the eye. "I'll play."
"Splendid," Zayn jumped from his chair as soon as the bell rang, "Louis, you're driving."

So more interaction with the boys ^_^
Zayn is life man.
Btw barmpots means clumsy idiots: D
Its going to be a while for the next update :(
Sweet dreams, lovely shippers!