(Louis' POV)
“What’re you so upset about?”
Brought out of my thoughts, I look up from my book to meet Christy’s eyes across my living room. “What?”
“I said, what are you so upset about?” she repeats, cocking one eyebrow almost absurdly high.
“Nothing, I’m not upset about anything,” I reply, probably too fast and too loud, and she notices that too.
“Don’t you lie to me, Louis Tomlinson, there’s something on your mind and I know you too well for you to be able to deny it. You’ve got that irritated thoughtful look on your face where you scrunch your eyes all up and your mouth’s a straight line, and you keep shoving your glasses back up your nose really angrily. Tell me.”
I groan loudly.
“Nothing, Christy. Nothing. Is. Wrong.”
“Bull.”
Sighing, I close the book and toss it beside me on the couch. “Chrisssssss…”
She sits up straighter and crosses her arms across her chest, covering the colorful lettering on her sweatshirt that advertises our school. I know too well that she’s just gonna sit there and stare me down until I tell her…ugh. This’s gonna take way too long…
“Chrissie, nothing’s wrong. Promise. I’m just tired and my head hurts cause I had to do calculus tutoring earlier.”
Her stare wavers, and I know I’ve got a little hold on her, so I flash her the prettiest smile I can.
Shiiiiiiiiit that was definitely a grimace. I seriously think I just look constipated…oh wow. Good going, self. Let’s hope she buys it.
“Really. I’m fine, okay sweetie?” I say softly, and smile without my teeth this time. Much much much better.
Christy sighs, coming over to sit next to me on the couch and tuck her head into the crook of my neck. “Promise?” she asks quietly, wrapping her arms around me. When I don’t answer right away, she moves her head to look up at me, our eyes meeting. “I promise,” I sigh, and she nods approvingly.
“Good. How was tutoring anyway?”
I think carefully about that one…not that the whole Harry thing was that important (yes it was), because IT WASN’T (yeah it was…), but anyway…I don’t really need to mention it.
“It was boring,” I laugh in response.
“Well what’d you expect, Tommo?” she giggles, letting go of my torso to turn on the couch and stretch out, using me as her leg rest. I shrug, grinning. “More unintelligent hot girls needing help with tutoring?”
She bursts out laughing. “Don’t start-! You’re too innocent and Louis-like to even mean that!”
“Heyyy, what’s ‘Louis-like’ supposed to mean?”
“Nothing, dear,” she grins, folding her arms behind her head. I’m about to offer a retort to that when my phone buzzes in my back pocket. Christy nods, so I pull it out of my pocket to check it.
1 New Message
From: Unknown
What? There’s a number typed next to “Unknown,” but I have no idea whose it is.
Hey Louis...sorry about earlier.
-Harry
Why in the name of God is Harry texting me…More importantly, HOW DID HE GET MY NUMBER?
To: Unknown
Harry…? How did you get my number…?
I frown down at the screen before remembering that Christy’s watching me…oops. “Lou, what’s wrong?”
Called it.
“What? Nothing…just got a text from Harry.”
She sits up and arches her eyebrows at that. “Ooh, who’s Harry?”
“Dude, what does it matter? He’s some guy I tutored today, saying he needs more help with calculus.” I shrug nonchalantly, hoping to play it cool and probably failing miserably. But thankfully, she smiles. “Aw, Loubear’s making friends!”
“Oh shush, I know how to make friends.”
“No you don’t, you’re an awkward potato.”
“Thannnnnks.”
Another buzz cuts off the banter.
From: Unknown
I quickly go into my settings and switch it to say “Harry,” cause it’s annoying to have “unknown” and fifty thousand digits popping up every few seconds.
From: Harry
Oh sorry man, I got it from james. I just wanted to apologize for being a dick earlier. Also cause niall told me I had to but hey, it’s the thought that counts…?
What a tool…
To: Harry
Alright… it’s cool. Don’t worry about it.
And then I turn my phone off and stuff it back in my pocket, cause there’s no way I’m dealing with this guy right now. Not only did I manage to humiliate myself the second I saw him, I’ve managed to have a petty argument with him over calculus. But just…I don’t get why I’m spending so much time freaking out over it. It’s pointless.
…
It’s been a week since I met Harry, and he hasn’t shown up for tutoring once since then. We don’t talk, don’t text, don’t even look at each other. It’s awkward.
But I’ve only been sitting at this table for a few minutes when I see Harry swagger-walk his way into the library like your stereotypical jock.
He nods when he catches my eye and comes over, sliding onto the stool across from me.
“Hey.”
“What do you want, Harry?”
He presses his lips into a straight line. “Wanna go to the game tonight?”
“What? It’s freezing out. What game?”
He grins. “Football.”
“Why the hell is there a football game in January?”
He shrugs now. “Who cares? So whattya say?”
I mean…I guess it could get him off my back…
“Eh. Sure, why not?”
His grin makes dimples appear on his cheeks. The left one’s deeper than the right and they’re both pretty damn adorable. That cheeky bastard, messing with my mind.
Harry nods again and stands up, swinging his backpack back across his shoulders. I scrunch my eyebrows together. “Wait, where’re you going…?”
“Home,” he laughs, “I’m busy today. I just came by to ask you that.”
With that, he’s gone, leaving me completely confused.
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أدب الهواةHarry Styles is a jerk and a jock who doesn't care about much other than his own reputation. Louis Tomlinson is a quiet, nerdy kid that keeps to himself but comes alive when he sings. Christy Allen is Louis' jealousy-prone best friend that might jus...
