Two Roads ≫ l.s

6

Harry's POV

"So when are the others getting back here?" I asked after the waitress had taken our plates away.

Louis blew out a sigh in defeat. "Who knows. Could be anything from a few hours to a few days, depending on how much makeup they've realized they'd left behind."

I smirked shyly. "'Cause an extra pot of blusher is more important than a road trip."

He giggled, his eyes glittering again as I suddenly became aware they were staring straight into my own. "Yeah. Apparently. I never really got to grips with understanding the female mystique."

I shook my head in agreement. "I don't even understand my own sister's mind sometimes. They're a completely different species."

"You can say that again." Louis' eyes widened. "I once mistook my girlfriend's pencil eyeliner for an actual pencil." He grimaced.

I let out a shaky laugh, trying to ignore the unexpected pang the phrase 'my girlfriend' brought. I shouldn't wonder why. Anyone with a pair of eyes and common sense wouldn't be fazed in the slightest that a guy of Louis' standard of appearance had a girlfriend. That was like questioning the Pope's religion.

"I don't even want to imagine what your writing looked like after that!" I painted on a grin along with my words, worrying that I was perhaps making myself a little too animated.

He blinked slowly though a grin of his own, staring down at the table. "That was the last encounter I ever had with makeup of any sort after that. I prefer not to get involved with Kendall's antics." He rolled his eyes, his grin suddenly fading with the bringing up of Kendall.

Maybe that explained why he was so... reluctant to talk to her. Because he was in a relationship of his own.

"D'you... have a girlfriend, or anyone, then?" He suddenly broke a silence that formed in the gap of our conversation.

I picked up on his voice change, his tone transforming into something I could only identify as shy, or possibly tentative.

I scoffed. "Hilarious."

His previous expression faded out into genuine confusion, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. "What is?"

I studied his expression, yet still detected no sarcasm or joke intention.
I sighed. "Nope. I don't." I finally confessed, keeping my eyes fixed on the table. "I er- I just thought it was obvious."

Louis kept his frown as I could feel his eyes burning into me with his inquisitive stare. "Why did you think that?"

I rolled my eyes, groaning slightly. "Because... I don't know. I'm me."

"You're you?" Louis repeated, transforming my words using the power of his voice which unintentionally irritated me further.

"Yes, because I'm me. Because I'm different. I'm weird. I thought it was obvious."

"How?"

"Well the details Zayn shared with you about me probably weren't very savoury." I muttered sarcastically.

"He hasn't told me that much." Louis reassured. "He told me about your songwriting."

"I know. I was there." I smirked, although somewhat relieved that it was apparent that was the only personal detail of mine Zayn had shared with Louis. Maybe I generally wasn't an interesting enough conversation topic.

"So are you implying there's more to you than you'd like to let on?" He tilted his head.

I shot him a scornful look.