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(harry's outfit and louis' two outfits above!)

Louis' p.o.v.

It's been a month since the pool party. After that night, Harry had become apart of the Saturday tradition. Levi was always invited, but he only came about half the time which was fine by me. All of this has allowed for Harry and I to get more comfortable with each other. We've kissed a bit here and there and Harry is really starting to forgive me. We've also started to hangout a lot more. Sometimes alone, sometimes with the lads, and sometimes with Levi; I hated it when Levi was there.

The more Levi and I hung out the more frequent the weird looks, the kissing my neck, and the touching me around the waist or my ass had become. I've told him to stop before and that it made me uncomfortable, but he just told me I'm lying and need to relax, that he's just a touchy guy. He makes me so nervous. I've just stopped arguing trying not to make it worse. I've just grown to be used to it. He always made sure no one was around when he let the monster out so no one would believe me anyway. Besides, when we're not alone, he's a really nice guy and he treats Harry well. Somethings aren't worth fighting and somethings were. In this case, Levi wasn't worth the fight, and Harry was worth fighting for.

Today was a special day. Harry and I have been spending most Sunday's together. We've painted, played music, talked, watched movies; it's been incredible. Today, however, I told Harry I was going to plan our day. It wasn't a date of course, but I wanted it to be special and romantic. I had to contact all the lads and even Ms. Jones to execute my plan perfectly.

Harry has been nagging me for a week to tell him what was happening but I wouldn't say a word. Today he was finally going to know and I was so excited. I woke up at 4:15 a.m. to make sure I was ready to pick Harry up at 5. He was a little resistant about waking up that early, but since he agreed to let me plan the day he felt it was only fair he did the only thing he had to, which was show up. I wanted us to watch the sunset because sunrises have always been my favorite sight and I wanted to witness it with Harry.

I slowly rose out of my bed feeling incredibly groggy. I just toughed through it and got myself out of bed. I dragged my feet under me as I walked over to my closet. I needed an outfit to change into for our afternoon while we roamed around. I had already told Harry to stay in his pjs and bring a change of clothes so he was prepared for the day. I grabbed a dark blue and green flannel, a white graphic t-shirt, some black pants, and a beanie. It was supposed to be a little chilly today so I wanted to make sure I was prepared for the weather. I stayed in my grey sweats and black sweatshirt I had slept in the night before staying in my pjs like I said I would. I walked into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, and was ready to go. I didn't even care to fix my hair this morning. The whole point of the morning was to be as authentic as possible and this was me.

I looked at the clock which now said 4:37 which was perfect timing. I grabbed a simple pair of sneakers before getting into my car. I drove to get us coffee since I knew Harry was going to really want it. I ordered us our usuals before heading over to Harry's house. I took a deep breath and texted him.

Me: I'm right outside Haz xx

He opened the message quickly and within seconds was out the door. Even though it was evident he was still tired, he looked so beautiful in his big sweatshirt, sweatpants, and slippers. He yawned throwing his backpack that I assumed had his clothes in the back before getting into the car and quickly smiled at me. I had his coffee in my hand and gave it to him after he was buckled in.

"Aww Boo Bear," this was his new nickname for me because he heard my mom call me that. It's a little embarrassing, but he loves to call me boo bear sometimes, so it's worth every second. "Thank you so much!" He kissed my cheek making me blush. "You're a life saver. Now where are we going?" He asked.

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