Hey, reader! Patricia here. :D been a long time, hasn't it? We're so sorry for not updating earlier. Julia and I just got caught up at school and stuff. Anyways, just wanna tell you that this chapter has a bit of dirty-minded things applied (Julia started it) but Juls was the one who made this chapter extra funny. xD If you don't understand the things mentioned here, I'd suggest you shouldn't ask us, because if you become dirty-minded, there's no way out. xDD Hope you'll be pleased with this chapter. Enjoy!
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Patricia Hollister
"No, Harry. I do not get discounts from Hollister just because it's my last name," I said in an exasperated tone.
"Are you sure? I mean, your mom was saying something about their office in Sweden. Maybe she owns the Sweden branch." He bit his lip.
"Yeah, I'm sure. Don't you think I'd know about that, since I'm her daughter?" I stuck my tongue out.
"Just ask her! You could say, 'Hi, Mom. I'd like to ask—do you own Hollister and never told me? It's just that easy! Please?" He gave me his usual puppy-dog-eyes-and-pout combination.
"Check the grammar on that, and then I'll get back to you," I joked.
"Whatever, smartass." He rolled his eyes. "I wish my last name was Wills, then I'd get free clothes in every color from Jack Wills." He grinned.
"Harry Wills," I tested out. "Nah, doesn't suit you, sorry."
He shot me an evil glare, and I just smiled sweetly.
After Louis comforted me on the spot a while ago, the doctor left the room so we could pack our things and head home. Harry and Louis stayed here with me while the others grabbed their stuff.
Since Mum had already brought me a change of clothes, all she had to do was to sign a few more papers and I could leave the hospital.
The company of the curly-haired boy and my best friend was quite calming, actually, but there was some sort of tension here that I couldn't decipher. Harry looked like he knew something I didn't, and Louis seemed like he was keeping a secret.
The greyish blue-eyed boy stared and laughed at me every time I said a joke, and even though he was quite silent, I couldn't help but doubt if my hormones were functioning properly.
Every time he'd catch my eye, my stomach would go crazy. My breathing would go haywire and I would probably need shock therapy to get back to reality.
Harry looked at Louis, then at me, then at Louis, then at me, and repeated until I realized I'd been staring at Louis. And he'd been staring at me.
"So . . . it kinda looks like you guys want each other. Should I leave? Or should I . . ." he said to fill the silence, but I could see a ghost of a smirk forming on his face.
I scrambled to put myself back together and made sure the blush on my cheeks was minimal before speaking up, "I uh . . . um . . . I- I'm pretty sure Louis was staring off into space, imagining someone else. R-right Lou?"
"So you admit that you were looking at him, and you're denying he was looking at you. Interesting..." Harry stroked his nonexistent beard, sounding like a scientist who had hit Eureka!
"N-no, Harry!" I felt my cheeks heat up.
"She stuttered. Thought-provoking..."
And it was hard to believe that of all people, the one who was currently silent was Louis, who just pensively observed me and Harry.
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The Boy Who Stayed (Louis Tomlinson)
FanfictionBecause of the three words that changed my life so quickly and so easily, everyone I loved in my life—except for my mum, of course—left. But there was one boy who didn't leave. He didn't even care that I had that stupid illness, and he promised to s...
