i arrived at home a few minutes later, opened the door and walked into the kitchen.
"louis! hey, darling. how was your day?" mum asked.
"it was okay, good i guess," i smiled.
"make any new friends?" she asked while putting on the kettle.
"uh yeah a few," i scratched the back of my head, sitting down at the counter.
"that's nice, tea?" mum asked.
"no thanks," i shook my head, reaching for my phone.
fuck, i hadn't given anyone my number.
"i'm gonna go to the shops in a moment, do you want anything?"
i thought for a moment.
"i think i'm all good thanks mum,"
she nodded and walked out, ruffling up my hair and kissing my cheek on her way.
~10 minutes later~
i was in my room, on the phone to el. she was telling me about her day, her friends and family. i didn't wanna be that person but i really didn't care.
"that's nice, baby!" i faked enthusiasm.
"what about you? what have you been up to?" she asked, it sounded forced. i don't think either of us wanted to be on the phone if i'm honest.
"not much, schools fine." i mumbled back.
"cool."
there was a heavy silence.
"well i've got to go," el eventually said, awkwardly.
"yeah alright, bye bye!" i said, sounding more sarcastic than intended as i hung up the phone.
i went downstairs. there's nothing to do in my room. i walked round the house trying to find one of my sisters to annoy. i found daisy in the living room.
"heyyyyyy!" i said, slouching down on the sofa next to her. she was watching some cartoon.
"what do you want?" she asked annoyed.
"i'm bored,"
"go call your girlfriend,"
"just did."
"call your friends,"
"don't want to."
"then stop complaining!"
i huffed.
"fine," i said. i walked back over to the kitchen and pulled out my phone. none of my mates from my old school have kept in contact except stan. he was out though. so there's really nothing to do.
'god i wish i went with harry' i thought, sighing.
i went onto instagram, since yes. i was that bored.
i had a few notifications, none i payed any attention to. i had a few follower requests though. i looked through, names i didn't recognise until.
harry styles.
i know that name.
i accepted it immediately, then looked at his account. it was public but i followed him anyway.
he doesn't post that much. there's a few pictures of naturey-stuff, i don't know what any of it is, and a few picture of him with his friends. he tagged alex and niall in a photo so i followed them both.
i was about to message harry. but then he started typing.
"hi, louis :)"
was what he said.
"hello, harold"
i said back.
"don't call me that!"
"i'll call you what i like, hazza."
"okay boo bear,"
"really?"
"yes."
~later~
harry and i had been talking all night. he gave me his number so i could call him. he's really nice and i can tell we're gonna be good friends.
