Louis' long lost sister

Chapter thirty one

It's the day after the interview was released and I'm getting ready to leave the house for a ride through the park. I do a quick yell to Louis to let him know that I was leaving and he yelled back an okay. I'm wearing a black short sleeved shirt with a pair of black cropped yoga pants. The beanie I stole from Harry a few months ago is on my head and I have a light grey purse that goes across my body.

The ride to the park is filled with the music coming from the earbuds attached to my phone. When I get to the park, I do a few laps and end up sitting at the bench I usually plop at. The music is still playing in my ears when I feel a warm body sit extremely close to me.

"Oh, hi Harry"

"Hey"

"What are you doing here?"

"I heard that you went for a ride so I stole the long board from your room and rode here. I kind of wanted to talk, if that's okay with you."

"Oh, of course that's okay!" Harry flashed one of his famous Harry smiles and we got talking. The topics were random, the laughs were priceless, and the happiness I felt in those moments were un describable. All was well until someone walked up to us.

It was a girl, no older than ten, holding a small piece of paper and a pen. I noticed her first since she was walking up from behind Harry. "Hi, I'm sorry to bother you, but do you think I can get your autograph?"

Immediately Harry stopped what he was doing. "Sure!"

"Oh, um, not you. Freya." Both of our eyes shot out of our skulls.

"Y-yeah. Of course!" I took the pen and paper and scribbled what I thought would be a cool signature. When I reached out to give her her paper back, she took a glimpse at my arm. After a second or two, she lightly grabbed my arm and gave it a couple kisses.

"My mom had scars like that too. She told me that when ever I see somebody else with them, I should kiss them to help with the healing. Thank you Freya, for the autograph. You're my idol."

"Tell your mom she is a very wise and you're welcome"

"Oh, mommy passed a few years ago. Daddy said because he couldn't kiss her scars in time and they didn't heal." I let my mouth fall open a little bit. "Thank you again. I'll let you guys get back to your date." The girl skipped away off to who knows where.

"Well that was interesting." Harry said breaking the silence.

"Yeah." I began to shiver and realized that I left my jacket at home. Just as I was about to start rubbing my arms, I felt something big and soft cover them. It was the jacket Harry was previously wearing. "Thank you" I smiled at him.

"No problem. So, um, I have a question for you and if this goes badly, things can get very awkward." I nodded. "Will you, Freya, be my girlfriend?"

I left my mouth fall open for the second time today. "But, what would Louis say?"

"Funny you should ask that. Right after you left I went to ask Louis for his permission. I would have been here much sooner but it took a lot of convincing. Reluctantly, he agreed saying something along the lines of 'I can't even fight it, I can see the chemistry building between you. I would have to be blind not to' "

"Oh." I have to think about this. I mentally go through pros and cons. The main con is that if this doesn't work out, we would still be living together. The main pro is that Harry is a super sweet guy and I really do like him. "Yes. I will be your girlfriend."

Harry grins widely then pulls me in for a kiss. It's a simple and sweet one. We pull apart when we hear the sound of a camera going off somewhere in the bushes. " I think that's our Que. to leave." Harry says as he helps me slip his jacket through the arm sleeves. Then he grabs my right hand and we hold our boards with the other. We walk to the diner we had lunch at that one time that Harry got mobbed by fangirls. The walk was a little long because well, we were walking. Eventually we got there and seated in a booth in the far back.