Underneath It All {l.s}

VI

Harry found himself sitting at the kitchen table as Gemma and his mum were talking about their plans for the next day, as in, Christmas day. Of course, Harry wasn't really listening, not to the details, at least, as Harry found himself more captivated by his phone.

It just so happened that Louis had been messaging Harry all day, causing Harry to force himself to keep holding back smiles so that no one would think something was up. It was hard, as Louis wasn't just keeping up a conversation, but also sending Harry emojis, something Harry didn't really expect since Louis never seemed to be so taken by emojis, but Harry knew that when it came to Louis, anything was possible.

"What are you smirking about?" Gemma asked Harry suddenly. Harry slowly looked up and realized that his mum wasn't in the room anymore. "Is it a boy?" Gemma continued teasingly, wiggling her brows and giving him a bemused smile. Since when was Gemma this nosy, and also amazingly correct? Not that Harry would tell Gemma that.

Harry scoffed as he shook his head and put his phone away. "You never been more wrong; it' was just something Niall posted." Harry lied, feeling his words come out slightly more rushed than usual, but it was the best he could do in a moment like that.

"Oh, really?" Gemma questioned in a serious tone that was also somewhat playful sounding. "The funny thing is that I know you better than that. Besides, you're not a good liar Harry, like, at all." Gemma continued to glare at Harry, not letting up. "What's his name?" Yeah, like Gemma needed to know his name and as if Harry was stupid enough to tell her.

Harry frowned and crossed his arms, no longer in such a good mood. If Gemma found out, why, she'd tease him to the rest of their lives, because the whole thing was so... cliché. Not only that but it'd prove a decrease in Harry's self control, because then she'd know that Harry's weakness was bad boys.

"It's none of your business." Was all Harry replied sharply as he got up and headed into the kitchen. As Harry grabbed some water from the sink, Gemma appeared at the doorframe into looking at Harry with her arms crossed.

"Did you met him at Uni? I bet you met him at Uni. Is he your age?"

"Why are you asking so many questions?"

"I just want to know who my brother likes. What, is that a crime or something?" Gemma questioned, tilting her head. Gemma was getting rather defensive and Harry didn't remember Gemma being this annoying ever before.

"You know, I always have the best advice when it comes to guys, H." Gemma reasoned, still trying to make Harry talk.

"Yeah, if I'm looking to get laid, but like, I'm not." Harry rolled his eyes, not sure why this had to be a big deal, and why Gemma just couldn't leave him alone. Harry turned around and crossed his arms; leaning against the counter and sighed. "Also, you don't have to know every guy I like, especially because you tend to give it away by your terrible acting when they're around."

Gemma scoffed and moved to stand in front of Harry. "I'm just excited for you, that's all, because you've said for a while now you're too busy to date and stuff. But if you don't want to tell me then fine, just can I at least know what he looks like?" Harry shook his head vigorously. "Oh come on, I want to know how hot he is and if you're in his league."

Harry narrowed his eyes and sighed heavily, as this was sort of tempting. "Fine, since you just have to know, and you certainly won't be satisfied since you do." Harry mumbled digging his phone out and pulling up a picture of Louis Harry was sent the night before. It was a picture of Louis looking so damn adorable in his black hoodie, black joggers, and beanie with his fringe poking out. Harry, of course, saved it, because why the hell not? Louis wasn't wearing anything under the hoodie, and more importantly, the chest piece tattoos were visible.