Stole my Heart // larry stylinson

Chapter 3: Getting Along?

LOUIS' POV:

He is so observant, he'll surely find out just by watching.

"Great," I mumble forgetting Harry was in front of me.

"Oh sorry, I was just thinking to myself," I apologize.

He nods examining my facial expressions obviously couldn't tell what I was thinking making him annoyed that he couldn't read my thoughts.

There was a long pause and then Harry broke it by saying the dorkest thing I have ever heard to recover the blank of silence.

"I like your house."

I chuckle and he looks at me with confusion on his face.

"Are you always this dorky and awkward Styles?" I demand.

"Well, I am with people that are annoyed with me being in their house."

"Who said I was annoyed?"

"Your expression, the way you talk, the way your eyebrows move, the twitch in your eye and corner of your mouth, a lot of things tell me that you're annoyed with my presence."

Who was he to read my expressions and my emotions anyways.

"Anyway," I hold the word out, "what do you want to eat for lunch?" I ask gesturing towards the fridge.

"What is there?"

"Probably just sandwiches, ham, turkey, and PBJ," I turn my back on him checking my phone to see if Niall had texted me.

"Umm... turkey but I'll make it so it's not too much trouble for you."

"No, sit back down, I'll make it," I say rolling my eyes.

I place my phone back on the table and walk back towards the fridge.

"What do you like to drink Curls?" I question opening the fridge. I turn back around to look at Harry see him look through the cabinets for plates.

"Again, what do you have?"

"Tea, water, soda, milk, lemonade and that's about it, there's nothing much sorry."

"I'll take water please, if you don't mind."

He hands me two glasses and I fill both up with water and set them on the table.

He looks at me, directly in the eyes to meet my eyes.

His eyes are a deep ivy green, his hair puffy and fluffy with curls, one curl swoops in his face, just above his left eye. His cheeks are rosy and pink, and his lips are moist, dark pink.

He's handsome but he looks young.

"Harry, how old are you?"

"20."

I nod. 20, he's only two years younger than me. I put turn away from his gaze.

When I looked into his eyes, the world seemed to pause for a moment. Shake it off Louis, I think to myself.

Harry handed me two plates and I make us turkey sandwiches. I asked him what he likes on his and after I was done we had the exact same sandwich.

I set his in front of him on the table and mine in front of me as I set down.

I picked up my sandwich and right as it got to my mouth, my watch starts buzzing, and vibrating, meaning Simon wants me at work. I press the side button to stop it.

"Um, Harry. I just got called into work, will you be fine here alone for a little bit?"

He nods as he takes a sip of water, he swallows and says, "I will probably just watch some tv, if that's okay."

"It is, you can do anything you want to. I don't really care, just as long as you don't go in my room."

I rush down the hallway to my room to pack my duffel bag, I carry it into the kitchen and walk out the front door, just before I shut the door, I turn back to see Harry.

"Bye," I say as I shut the door and lock it from the outside.