The Summer '09 (boy x boy)

(Chapter - 15) So-far-so-good

[A/N]: Terrible, I'm absolutely terrible with doing updates. I'm admitting to that now.

-H .xx

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"I came to pick Harry up Mrs. Styles, is he here?"

The soft, but audible sound sent a set of shivers creeping up and down my spine, which caused my heart to stutter and my blood to warm to the point that my body is undergoing immense heat that's akin to hot lava.

Louis didn't lie when he said he'd pick me up from my house at exactly 10 am.

"Are you sure he actually lives here?" The woman sneers. "The boy could be lying to you."

And within that instant, my stomach plummets down the floor, and my heart somewhere in a desolate rubbish bin. I knew what was going to happen next, and yet I still find myself standing in the corner hidden from their line of vision, feet stuck in thick cement.

"Oh, I'm sorry." Louis says.

And there it was. I expected this. I've seen this enough times to know that he'll leave in the next move, surely he will; they all do.

"Then off you go," that woman smiles, looking briefly towards my direction with a cocky smirk (she's doing this on purpose, she knew I was there the whole time). She knows she's won yet again and--

"No, I mean, I really am sorry." Louis repeats, smiling down at the woman politely, void of any distinct expression. "I couldn't have confused where he lived, because he told me to ask each house around this one in particular to confirm whether I'm not confusing it or not, then check here last, to pick him up. So, I'm here, and I'm about 99.9% sure that Harry lives here."

The woman even had the audacity to gasp, gasp and clutch her chest protectively like the answer she heard is some news of puppies dying on her front porch.

My heart was thumping rapidly against my ears. He did what I had asked of him, carrying the action out dutifully and with much haste. He arrived here just as he said he would, and in this moment, I wasn't even sure whether this was reality or just another one of my occasional dreams.

Everything felt like a unreal with Louis, and for the first time in ages it felt like I'm not a complete failure for existing, and Louis... Louis is the cause of the smile that's presently marked itself onto my lips.

"Harry." The old witch screeches in complete annoyance.

"Coming!!" I chirped back, ecstatic as I literally ran down the stairs, tugging at Louis' hand the moment I laid my eyes on him.

He smiled as he gave a brief wave towards the woman, allowing me to lead both of us out beatifically, and closing the door with a silent click.

"So I take it you wanted to get the date over and done with, huh?" He teases, but I can tell by the way his eyes avoided to meet mine that there was some truth within the joke.

We came to a halt in front of a small park with quaint swing sets, slides and see saws splayed around the area, with a circular, dried up fountain erected in the middle, surrounded by moss where the ground met the worn out granite.

"No!" I tightened my grip on his hand, shaking my head vehemently. "No, I just.. I got overexcited." And technically, that wasn't a lie, so...

A relieved sigh escapes his lips, as he ruffles his hair, slightly flustered. "Okay, good." He affirms, meeting my eyes with twinkling cerulean eyes. "I was too, you know?"