Remember Us This Way (Larry Stylinson)

Six

Louis knew he made a promise, and he's not one to break promises. So, in order to not break a promise but still be able to see harry he made a decision. He knew what time harry went to the diner every morning, and he knew what route he took as well. With that being said, Louis thought it would be best to meet harry along the way and figure out some way to make him stop and talk with Louis.

Louis' car was parked on the side of the road as he stood beside it, waiting for Harry's specific car.

His plan was simple- wave harry down once he was driving by, then simply ask for directions. That was simple, right? Louis knew it would give him at least a minute of time to be able to talk to Harry. Maybe even more if they were able to strike up a conversation.

He sat on the hood of his car until he saw the familiar Jeep with none other than Harry sitting on the drivers seat. Louis frantically stood up off the car and went began waving his hands, hoping to get his attention.

His wishes were granted when harry pulled over near louis and rolled down his window.

Louis could hardly find the words to say once he caught sight of the boy. His hair wasn't made up the way it has been for the past few weeks. His hair was nearly gelled up rather than the messy hairstyle he was used to seeing.

The hair on the side of his head closely hugged the side of his face and he was missing the strand of pearls he usually wore around his neck, but he looked beautiful nonetheless.

"Hey! I'm sorry, but I was just wond-"

"Je suis désolé, je ne parle pas anglais," harry quickly interrupted with what seemed to be French.

Louis' face instantly fell when he realized what he was trying to do. "Oh. You don't speak English, Of course you don't," he mumbled while walking back to his car. Harry driving off quickly.

-

"Mate, I just don't get it. One day we'll have great conversations and the next he'll come up with some excuse like 'I speak French' it makes no sense," Louis grumbled angrily to his friend, Zayn, before taking a sip of his beer.

He had several beforehand and was beginning to feel tipsy, but he knew he wouldn't even be able to enjoy the night because all he could think about was the piercing green eyes that wants nothing to do with him.

"Maybe just move on. It's been several weeks," Zayn took a swig of his own beer with his legs propped up on the leg of the couch, "you're wasting your time on something that is literally impossible."

Louis thought about that for several minutes. What would be the outcome of it all? Would louis just make an attempt everyday to get the boy from the diner to give him a couple hours of his time? He knew nothing serious could ever come out of it, but that didn't make him want to give up. He couldn't.

"You've never seen him, Zayn," louis stops for a moment, examining the way the condensation from the cold bottle dampened his once dry hand. He thought back to Harry's flashy smile and the way his dimples were appear so deep when it was genuine. "There's not a single flaw to him. Not one."

"Or you're just seeing past all of them."

Louis shook his head slowly while finally making eye contact with his friend. There wasn't a single thing that would ever make louis back off, so he knew the next morning he would be waking up at the same time to meet the forgetful boy from the diner for what felt like the 20th time.