When the Clock Strikes 12:00 // L.S.

Chapter Nine: Look at Me

Louis's POV

I dreamed about Harry last night.

We were having a picnic at the beach. The sun was shining, the birds singing, all that cliché stuff. I was sitting on a blue and white striped blanket looking out at the waves while Harry's head rested in my lap.

"This is nice," Harry said sleepily from where he lay.

"Yeah, perfect day with the perfect boy."

"I'm not perfect." He had said but I shook my head.

"It doesn't matter, I think you perfect," I said confidently.

Harry had smiled at that and then sat up, "Want to go into the water?"

I nodded as we got up from the sand and ran to the water, hand in hand, like two little children.

"Eek, it's cold." Harry squealed as we swam farther away from the beach.

"Come here, I got you." I had said wrapping my arms around his waist and held him there securely against my chest.

And at the moment, everything was perfect.

Harry in my arms, the sun shining down on us, the water making Harry's green eyes sparkle.

"Harry," I had said my emotions getting the best of me, "I really like you."

Harry's face, which had been turned up in a smile fell. His eyes got dark and he looked terrified.

"No." He said squirming out of my arms.

My heart dropped in my chest and my throat became tight, "W-what do you mean no?" I said in a small voice. He looked absolutely petrified, petrified at me.

"No, Louis, I don't date."

"But Harry." I had pleaded, "You know you feel the same way about me. What if we don't put a label on us. What if we're just us-"

Harry had gotten free from my grasp and started wadding away, the waves began to pick up.

"I don't want this with you, Louis." He said harshly. "I don't want us to end up like them!"

"Your parents aren't us!" I yell over the wind and rain that had begun during Harry's exit. "Please Harry let me show you we could be different."

The waves had started to carry Harry away from me and I tried to swim to catch up with him, to hold him, to never let him go.

"Hazza," I choked but Harry was drifting farther and farther away from me until his curly brown head disappeared under the waves.

I had sat up, breathing hard and a couple of stray tears in my eyes. What did this mean? I looked at the clock that read eight in the morning.

Liam was probably getting ready to go to class and Zayn was already at the media center where he worked as an intern.

I had a class that afternoon, so I climbed out of bed and walked to the kitchen, still shuddering at my dream.

"You look like shit," Liam said flipping an egg. "Want one?" He asked.

"No thanks. I'm not hungry."

"Are you sick?" Liam asked sitting down next to me.

"No, I just don't feel like salmonella."

"Hey, these eggs are fine." Liam objected as I got up.

"Sure, when eggs cost $0.35, I'm sure they are just quality in a carton."