Summer Love

Chapter 6

Louis' POV

The rest of the day past quickly and before I knew it, I was climbing into my car and heading back home. The ride was quick and my mind had only been consumed with thoughts of Harry.

I wanted to kiss those plump lips of his just to feel what they were like. I wanted to stare into his bright emerald eyes and run my hands through his curly locks. But I knew that would be weird. I had only met the boy and he probably wasn't even into guys.

I pulled into the dirt drive way that lead to our house and parked outside before hopping out of the car and making my way inside. "Mum, I'm home," I called to the house which seemed to be empty. When no one called back I assumed no one was home with a shrug.

It was only five minutes later that my sister Lottie came crashing down the stairs with her headphones in and her hair wrapped in a towel contraption of some sort. I never got how girls did that. "Lotts?" I asked slowly moving towards her. She didn't stop sining and if anything, she yelled the lyrics even more.

Baby, you light up my world like nobody else

The way that you flip your hair gets me overwhelmed

But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell you don't know oh oh

You don't know you're beautiful, oh oh, that's what makes you beautiful!

I couldn't take anymore of my sisters terrible singing and in the end I just tapped her shoulder and she screamed loudly and turned too quickly so she fell over.

I tried to hold in my laugh but I just couldn't hold it in anymore. I burst out laughing and Lottie shot me a glare from her spot on the ground. I laughed even harder as she just got up and stalked upstairs, pouting the whole time. I wish I had caught that on camera.

I began unpacking my bag throwing all of my dirty stuff in the wash. My mind through the events of today and all in all it had been a pretty good day. Especially meeting Harry.

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"Goodnight mum!" I called downstairs as I walked into my room.

"Night Boo!"

I closed my door and climbed into bed letting the calm wind that blew outside lull me to sleep.

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Harry's POV

I had to give Lana a ride home as I had promised her after throwing a bucket of lake water on her. For entirety of the ride she talked about this next band she really liked. I think it was called 5 Seconds of Summer or something like that. Honestly I hadn't been paying much attention as I just thought about Louis.

But all of my thought of Louis had been interrupted by thoughts of Taylor. I really didn't want to admit this, but I missed her. I missed how she knew what I was thinking before I even said it. We were great together, I'm not going to deny that but there was just no spark. She had always looked pretty but I never really thought of her as beautiful.

Louis was beautiful. His ocean blue eyes, high cheekbones, and his feathery hair. His warm but scratchy voice, his short but fit body. Everything about him was simply beautiful.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," I was snapped out of my thoughts by Lana who was waving her hand in front of my face and saying my name.

"Oh sorry. You were saying," I gave her a guilty smile and turned to look at her.

"I was asking what kind of music you're into these days. I know last summer it was rock and the summer before that oldies. What is it this summer?" She asked letting my having zoned out go.

"Oh, um, a mix I guess. Nothing really specific. Want to listen to some music?" I asked reaching for the radio.

"Sure," I clicked on the first station and for the rest of the ride we sat in comfortable silence until we got to Lana's house.

"Thanks for the ride Haz. I'll see you tomorrow," Lana said as she climbed out of the car.

"I owed you," I responded, giving her a cheeky grin and laughing lightly. "See you tomorrow Ana!"

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A/N: I know this chapter was short and not very good but it's just a filler for the next chapter. The next chapter will be a little in the future. A couple weeks into camp after Louis and Harry have become good friends. Please comment and vote!

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-Victoria xo

P.S. I know most of you probably won't care about this but my birthday was yesterday! I am officially 13! This might explain why writing is crappy.