"Hey, Hazzy!"
"How many times do I have to say, 'don't call me that'?!"
"Oh, come on. Why can't you just have fun? You can call me nicknames all you want and I won't mind." Louis said proudly
"Ok, 'Boobear'." I said smirking. Louis' eyes went wide.
"How do you my nickname? Do you stalk me or something? Did my mum tell you? When did yo-"
"Woah, chill. You're mum and my mum are friends. She came over to our house one time and she called you Boobear instead of Louis. And no, I do not stalk you."
"I think I need to talk to my mum about calling me nicknames in front of people." I chuckled.
"Yeah, yeah you might need to. So has Eleanor been bugging you abou-" Suddenly Louis pulled me by the waist and pinned me to the wall by the shoulders.
"What the fu-"
"Sssshhh!" He shushed.
It was Eleanor. How she talked wasn't very audible but audible enough to hear bits and pieces of her conversation.
"I can't believe it! He's hanging out with that fag! Like come on, he's dating a rich cheerleader and instead of being with her he's hanging out with that-that stupid freak!" She shouted. Then she starts crying.
"I just want the best for him. Louis obviously doesn't know the real Harry. He hasn't seen him himself. He doesn't know how bad he can be." Eleanor sniffed.
I was hurt. Was I really that bad of a person? I didn't know what I did.
"Hey, you okay?" Louis asked with worry filling his round orbs.
"Um-uh yeah, yeah I'm fine. It's just-uh-"
"Hey, it's ok. I know you're not a bad person alright. Don't listen to what others say. Concentrate on the good things." He said pulling me into a tight hug. I snuggled my nose into the crook of his neck embracing the warmth of his body.
My eyes welled up with tears. I never cry. Never did, but why now?
I sniffed.
"H-hey Harry? Are you okay? Are you crying?" He pulled away and looked at me. My eyes were puffy with tears streaming down my cheeks. I looked down.
"Hey, it's ok to cry. I cry all the time because movies. Especially the Titanic." I laughed and he smiles, as he places his hands on my cheeks to wipe the excess tears.
God, he was beautiful. No wonder Eleanor 'liked' him. From his deep ocean blue eyes to his thin pink lips...
I was so hooked...
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| DON'T CALL ME THAT |
Teen FictionTwins, love and differences.... -Eleanor is a bit of a bitch in this story and if you don't like the fact that it is then exit this and I'm sorry. Oh and if you're homophobic, I suggest you not read this and fuck you if you are!
