WHAT IF [L.S]

ELEVEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN
- Edited -

"Ok, the game works like this. I'm going to ask a question and you have to write who of you would be more accurate in that situation, let's see how much you know each other. First question: if the both of you had lost a bet and one of you had to make a tattoo that says 'I'm an asshole' who would do it?"

I laughed at the ridiculous case scenario and looked down at my notepad.

I wrote "me"  and I turned it to the camera, where I saw that Louis had written "Harry".

"Ok, you both answered the same thing. Why is that? Harry would you really get a tattoo that says 'I'm an asshole'?"

"I mean, if I'm forced to, yes. I'd probably make it somewhere that not much people get to see it."

"Maybe in your ass." - Louis added.

"So only you get to see it, right?" - James replied.

Everyone laughed.

"That would be accurate, yes." - Louis laughed.

"Ok, next question. If you have children of your own sometime, who would pick their names?"

I wrote "me" again and turned it to the cameras. Louis had written the same.

"Harry? Why is that?"

"Because" - Louis started. - "I'd probably name them with awful names just to mess around with them, like Thor or whatever."

"Yes, it would be my job to pick some decent names for our children." - I added.

James was laughing loudly at us.

"Ok, I see. You are nailing this game, let's see if you can answer the next question. Who of you had given more clues to the fans during the past years?"

I wrote "both" and turned to the camera while Louis had written "Harry".

"I mean, yes we both did so many things to send clues and stuff, we actually have a board at home where we count it. That's how I know Harry has done more."

"Wait. Do you keep count of the things you did and said?" - James asked.

"Yes. It kinda started as a game to see who of us was bravest. And then we just liked it to be there on our wall." - I said.

"You guys are unbelievable. I want to keep talking about that, but we need to continue the game, so next question. If you had to pick any song from any of your albums, including One Direction's ones. Which song do you think represents you two now?"

I thought about that question for a while, but I finally made up my mind to "we made it". I turned the notepad to the cameras and I saw that Louis wrote "Strong" on his.

"I guess the both of them are accurate right now." - I shrugged.

"Yes." - Louis smiled at me.

"Final question for you guys. Who of you loves me more?"

I laughed and wrote "me" and of course Louis had written "me" as well.

"Oow I love you guys." - James said and came to hug us. - "We are running out of time now, I'm so sorry. I'd love to keep talking to you. Maybe next time we can do a Carpool Karaoke, what do you think?"

"Sure. I want the front seat." - Louis said.

"I want to drive." - I added.

"Are you sending me to the backseat? You are awful people." - James said and turned to the cameras - "Ladies and gentlemen, Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson!"

Everyone clapped and the show ended. Louis and I went to the audience and took some photos with the fans, we also signed a couple of autographs and by eleven pm we were again in my car, heading back to our house.

As I made my way to the outskirts of London, I noticed that Louis hadn't said a word since we left the tv studio.

"What's wrong, Lou?"

"Nothing." - He said from the passenger seat, staring at the window.

"Are you in pain?"

"No, I'm fine."

"You're extremely quiet. That's not you."

"I'm just thinking..."

"About what?"

"Maybe we rushed to do this."

"What?" - I said, trying to keep my eyes on the road in front of me. - "Why are you saying that? I thought you agreed with me that we had waited long enough."

"I don't know, I'm afraid for the both of us."

"Louis, look at me." - I said, turning to him.

"Harry, you are driving. Keep your eyes on the road."

"Okay yeah. But talk to me."

"It's fine, love. I just need to get home. Keep your eyes on the road before we crash this car too."

I returned my eyes to the road and we kept silent the rest of the ride.