username.~Larry Stylinson [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

*Harry's POV*

I was walking down the streets of the large city of London to clear my mind. It had been an early morning recording session with the band and I was in much need of a walk.

The fresh air cleaned out my lungs as I took a couple of deep breaths of relief. I decided to Kik Louis. I told him a knock knock joke I had come up with earlier in the day. I had been telling them to him a lot lately. I think he liked it. Our conversations have been a lot of fun. the best part is that he hasn't suspected anything about me being Harry Styles at all.

I shut off my phone and strolled around a bit more, then it hit me. I really shouldn't be out walking in the middle of London where everybody could see me. I was going to get mobbed. I searched around frantically for a store before I had crazy teenagers coming up behind me. There were already a few watching from afar to see if I was really the Harry Styles.

I spotted a bookstore that looked like it only had a couple of people inside of it. I ran for safety in there. Thankfully, a man locked the doors behind me just as I stepped in. I looked around and took in my surroundings. Something, no someone caught my eye.
Was that....Louis?

I shook the thought out of my head and made my way over to the poetry section. I browsed a bit, but I couldn't seem to find anything interesting. I then heard the sound of feet hitting the ground, signaling that someone was coming over to where I was. A high pitched voice said,"Hello, my name is Louis Tomlinson. Just let me know if you need help finding anything." No. it couldn't be. I thought that it was some crazy thought. I turned around to have a look and confirm my suspicions and oh. Oh my banana pancakes it was Louis.

I quickly hid the shock that was uncontrollably displayed on my face. I replaced it with a big smile and said, "Thanks...Louis. I actually do need some help. Do you have any good recommendations?"

I saw a look of panic flit across his face, then disappear completely. Wow, he was so pretty. Those blue gems they call eyes were sparkling like they were worth billions. His cheek bones prominent on his face, and skin that was tanned to perfection. His hair was a feathery mess and-. Goddammit, Harry, stop checking him out.

Louis' angelic voice interrupted me from my thoughts. He said, "Edgar Allan Poe is phenomenal. I have a friend who I'm real close with whose favorite song is made from one of his poems. It's called Annabel Lee. The song is sung by Stevie Nicks. You would probably like it."

Oh my good gracious. He recommended me a poem that is a song that I had already recommended to him. Awhhhhhh. I gave him puppy dog heart-eyes, but in my head of course. I replied to his suggestion with, "Thanks, Louis. I'll give it a go."

He smiled wider than I thought was possible. He then started talking once again with his voice that was direct descendant from the heavens.
"No problem, mate," He said to me, reminding me a bit a hyper puppy. "Hey, do you mind if we get a picture together? I'm sorry I just am a really huge fan of you and Niall and Zayn and Liam. This really is better than any One Direction concert. Even if I have never been to one. It's just I-"

I stopped him and started, "It's okay, Louis," I said, trying to hold back a laugh. "You can get a picture with me."

Louis yelled at his friend, Eleanor to snap the photograph. He checked it, looking satisfied. I said my goodbyes and made my way to Paul, who was sent to come pick me up.

After I was sitting in the car for a couple of minutes, I felt my phone buzz. It was a message from Louis saying how he had met me. I responded as if I didn't know the whole situation. It was funny how things happened today.

Paul dropped me off at my flat. My plan for the rest of the day was to curl up with a bag of crisps and watch Netflix. Those plans seemed to disintegrate when I saw my three band mates already in there. They were using my video game system to play guitar hero.

"Haz! What's up mate?," Zayn called after me as I went to put my jacket in the closet.

"Haven't see you in awhile," Niall commented.

"Yeah, well I've just been busy. Alright?" I told them. "Now can you please get out of my flat I'm exhaus-"

"Busy?" Niall questioned, while wiggling his eyebrows. "with what?"

"ooooooh. Does little Harry have a boyyyyfriend?" Liam asked in a singsong voice.

"I do not have a boyfriend," I stated loud and clear.

"Harry, don't lie. I can see it in your eyes. Now tell us who it is," Zayn pleaded.

Was I ready to tell them about Louis? Louis with the blue eyes, the feathery hair, and those cute crinkles by his eyes when he smiles? How were they going to take it when they found out I was lying to Louis about who I was?

"It's no one, I swear," I assured the three of them. "Now get out of my house. I have a hot date with a bag of Doritos and stupid American sitcoms."

Niall rolled his eyes as he switched off the XBOX and gathered himself together, Liam and Zayn did the same. I waved them a goodbye.

As soon as they left the flat, I turned on old seasons of The Big Bang Theory, cocooned myself up in a blanket, and placed my crisps at arms-length away.

After a couple of episodes, I fell into a deep sleep. My dreams brought me happy times with the boy who I told my knock knock jokes to and who worked at the book store.

A/N: YAY A CHAPTER. I felt so guilty for not being able to put one up on Friday so I made sure I updated tonight before I did my homework. I love you all thanks for reading!!

-Gavi xx

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