Countryside H.S. [R]

•thirty one•

New cover, what do you think?

WARNING : SOMETHING VERY BIG IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN ON THEIr CHRISTMAS BREAK! IF YOU HAVE AN IDEA, DONT SAY IT, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF IF YOU HAVE CLICKED ON AT ALL, IF NOT, THATS COOL TOO, ITLL JUST MEAN YOULL BE EVEN MORE MIND-BLOWN. LOVE YA'LL.

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After having a late night dinner with Harry's family, then watching a movie, I go to bed. I don't want to just suspect I'm sleeping in Harry's room. I go into the guest room, after changing into pyjama shorts and a vest top, I keep forgetting it's like minus a billion outside.

I check my phone 12:30. Just as I'm putting it on the nightstand, it rings. I huff and answer, without checking.

"Hey, it's Louis..." The arsehole's voice trails off.

"Oh for fuck sake," I mumble, remembering about our argument.

"Before you hang up, hear me out..."

"You've got two minutes," I say, feeling like a boss-assed-bitch.

"Okay, I never meant what I said about you, you are really smart and beautiful and blah, blah, so... If you can, will you forgive me?" He sounds hopefully.

"Thinking about it... Thought about it...no," I smile, "just kidding, dickhead, we're cool... I.. I need to see you, tomorrow," I say, I have so many questions.

"Oh... Okay," I hear his amusement and gasp.

"No... Not like that, I need to come see you tomorrow... I have to speak to you about something," I smile and he says that's fine.

"I'll come pick you up," he replies.

"What if I get caught, I can't get caught with you," I say, then hear footsteps getting closer to the door, "got to go, bye," I say and hang up when Harry enters.

"Who was that?" His deep, raspy voice making me extremely turned on.

"My.. Mum, yeah, she just wanted to know what time she was to pick me up at.. On Monday, I just said we'll sort it out tomorrow or Sunday," I smile and he nods.

"Okay, coming upstairs?" He asks and I nod in response and jump up, his eyes rake from my legs up to my chest and I fold my arms and run up before him. When I get in I jump onto his bed, literally, and fall into a roll. I start laughing, along with Harry.

"I didn't know you were a gymnast," he states, and we continue laughing. He switches off the light and when I make out his outline, I hear him murmur shit and grab his foot.

"You okay?" I ask, giggling.

"I think I broke my fucking toe!" He shouts, I don't doubt Anne heard him. I laugh loudly, but then he looks in pain and I feel bad.

"Oh, you think it's funny, do you?" He says, crawling toward me, I start to sit up but he grabs me pulling my legs up. Harry is on his knees, in the middle of the bed, with my legs around his waist, my back against the mattress. He tickles me, to the extent that I cannot fucking breathe.

"I... get off!" I shout, without being able to breathe. I cannot help the laughing. I grab his hair and he yelps, I take this to my advantage and start tickling him. He let's out a strangled breathe, gasping for air, his dimples appearing. I wish I could freeze this moment.

"I - Alexa! S-stop!" He shouts and I start crying with laughter. Eventually, we both can't breathe and stop. I pull his hair, forcing him on me. His strong arms at each side of me, his tattoos visible with his short-sleeved t-shirt. I keep ahold of his hair, even when his lips crash to mine. My legs are still secure around his waist, and I run my hands up his t-shirt.