Two Roads ≫ l.s

5

Harry's POV

In the midst of my panic over where I was going to sit without looking like a complete friendless tag-along, I suddenly felt a hand tug onto mine, grabbing my attention. I swivelled round suddenly, to find Louis staring up at me, a friendly glint in his eyes.
"You can sit next to me if you want." He suggested shyly, flicking a brown strand of fringe out of his eyes.

"Oh." I responded, mildly surprised. "Sure." I gave him a little half-smile, although Kylie worried me. She had seen exactly what Louis was doing, and was practically stabbing me with the power of her evilly brown eyes.

"Come on." He budged up, letting me position myself comfortably on one of the cushioned makeshift seats.

"Thanks." I laughed shakily, suddenly realizing that it was probably only a polite gesture as he was probably aware of the risk I was at of sitting alone.
Well, whatever it was, it was kind of him.

"We have a good view here." He nodded over to the giant window we were leaning against.

I turned around, to be met with the breathtaking sight of the city we were overlooking, illuminated by the most vibrant, picture perfect stars peppered beautifully across every building our eyes were exposed to.

"Wow..." I whispered to myself, although I was pretty sure he would've been the only other person who was close enough to hear me.

"S'alright. I had a better view of a city when I went to New York, though." Kylie piped up, determined to not be ignored.

Luke glanced at her, as if he'd forgotten she was even there. "Well. This is our city. We don't need to admire New York to be able to appreciate beauty." He paused. "Although New York is pretty beautiful."

"Like you, Louis." Kylie giggled in a sickeningly sweet manner, here eyes glittering up at him.

"Oh, stop it you." He teased , giving her a little push on the shoulder, giggling along with her.

I gulped, keeping my eyes on the city although I couldn't help but listen in to the small-talk Kylie comment had engaged them in. Excluding me, of course.

The speed of the bus along the main road caused the lights outside to shoot past the window, merging each individual star of the city into a blur of light in front of my eyes.

I considered music, as my iPod was literally as close as my pocket, but I feared shoving headphones in my ears in a space full of conversation and sociability would create a horribly unapproachable image upon myself, which although I considered myself a pretty unapproachable person anyway, that wasn't the impression I was ready to give across to everyone else. I was left with a choice of either continuing to stare vacantly out the window, or pretending to text.

Whipping my phone out and giving the groups of people I was surrounded by a once-over, I unlocked, realizing I actually had a text from someone who wasn't my mum. Or my gran.

"Hurry up." Sent, 19:40. From Zayn.

I sighed at the text, serving as a reminder that I should probably check my phone more often rather than leaving it until a moment where I had to pretend I had other friends, to read something I should have read earlier instead of staring at the stars. Typical.

I was too consumed in scrolling through my half-dead instagram feed to realize that Kylie had actually left Louis and gone off to sit with Liam after she'd been called over to see something "totally shocking oh my god I can't believe she did that" on Snapchat, leaving only Louis and I.

"So... you have Instagram." He commented suddenly, making me jump so hard I almost ended up dropping my phone.

"Yeah..." I replied weakly, giving him a tentative glance. "Don't really use it, though."