Chapter 11

The drive didn't last long, considering I only lived five minutes away from school if you walked. We didn't have enough time to talk about anything, just which directions he'd take. No longer than a minute later, Harry was parking the car in our driveway.

"So, I guess this is where I live," I said as I hopped out of the car.

He did the same, shutting the door behind him. "Wow, it's really beautiful, Lou."

I snorted. Our house looked like a pigsty compared to his. It was small and had a dirty shade of white. It wouldn't surprise me if the colour had even disappeared in some places.. "Yeah sure, if you're being sarcastic," I said, rolling my eyes.

He shook his head. "No, I genuinely mean it. I would much rather live in this house than my own. Mine is just... too much."

"I would rather live in yours though, but I guess we're different," I winked, walking over to the front door with Harry following close behind.

Just as I opened it, something hit me. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that my sisters and mum probably are--"

"Boo! You're home!" Two girls appeared from the kitchen and ran towards me to wrap their arms around my legs.

"Home," I finished with a sigh.

"It's okay, Lou," Harry chuckled, looking down at the girls who were clinging to my legs.

"Hi girls," I smiled, bending down to hug them.

They hugged me back for a few seconds before they pulled away to dart their eyes to Harry. "Who are you?" they asked in unison, causing the both of them to giggle.

Harry laughed with them, bending down to their level. "I'm Harry. Remember the guy with brown curly hair yesterday when you were in an unfamiliar house?" They nodded. "That was me" He smiled, ruffling their hair.

The two of them giggled again, reaching their arms out towards Harry, wanting to be hugged by him as well. Harry quickly understood what they wanted, and wrapped his arms around them. I smiled at the sight in front of me, although I felt some kind of pity for him. He didn't know them, and they were practically throwing themselves at him.

"Eh, Daisy, Phoebe, this is my... friend Harry, Harry this is my sisters, Daisy and Phoebe," I smiled, saying the word 'friends' a little hesitantly, since I didn't know if we were friends. Were we? No, I doubted that, but I didn't know what else to call him.

I don't think Harry noticed anything about my hesitation because he only shifted on his feet a little and let go of the twins. "Nice to meet you properly this time," he said to them.

They nodded and hugged him once again with wide smiles on their faces. I mouthed a 'sorry' to him, but he just shook his head.

"Boo? Is it yo-- Harry!" Mum walked out of the kitchen and practically squealed at the sight of the curly haired boy hugging her children.

"Hi Mrs. Tomlinson," Harry greeted, his face paling a little. Well, it didn't surprise me, considering the way mum had spoken about him yesterday.

"Oh, dear, please call me Jay. Mrs. Tomlinson makes me feel so old," she smiled. "It's so nice to meet you again, by the way."

Harry hesitated for a while. "I thought you hated me."

"Of course I don't! Why would you... oh" She grimaced apologetically at him. "I'm so sorry for talking about you like that yesterday. I didn't know you, I just... well, you know? I just want you to know that I'm truly happy that you're here because Louis hasn't been able to stop talking about you lately," she winked at me.

My cheeks heated up. Why did she have to say that?! She was embarrassing me in front of the guy I loved!

Harry chuckled slightly while I just glared at her. "Eh, mum, we'll be up in my room, okay?" I said, grabbed his hand, ignoring the tingles that shot up and down my arm, and headed upstairs.

"Oh, okay, have fun guys," she shouted after us.

I just rolled my eyes, continuing to drag Harry along with me until we were in my room. I shut the door behind me and let out a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry about my mum," I mumbled, sitting down on my bed.

He laughed and sat down beside me, making my stomach do somersaults. "You shouldn't be. I didn't know she was so... funny."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Wanna play some FIFA?"

I already knew he would want to because come on, he's the best player on our school's football team and he's the goalie!

"Sure."

During the following hour, all we did was to play FIFA. Before we had even started, I knew he would be better than me, but I'd never thought I would lose by fifteen goals to three! Twice!

I threw the controller on my bed in frustration. "Revenge!" I said through gritted teeth.

"Oh, is little BooBoo frustrated that he lost to the best player in the world?" he cooed.

I glared at him. "Am not! I just want to play again!"

He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that."

I snorted. "I will. Now, start this stupid game."

He merely laughed and pressed the right buttons to start another game. To my great surprise - and to Harry's - I scored the first goal. "Ha, what do you say now, the best player in the world, huh?" I imitated his voice.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You're so funny when you're acting like this."

"So I'm not funny if I'm not?" I asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"Of course you are, Boo," he laughed, ruffling my hair, and returning to the game.

I did so too, and we continued playing. To my disappointment, the game ended 15-7 to him, but I hung on until the last few minutes when he somehow managed to score seven goals. "Okay, I give up, you are the best player in the world," I sighed.

"I knew you would agree with me eventually," he cheered.

I rolled my eyes and nudged his side, causing him to fall down on the bed. He grabbed my arm in the fall, making me fall down on top of him. If someone had walked in on us now, they would probably have thought we were doing some naughty stuff... I blushed at the thought and looked down at his chest.

"Hey, Boo, why are you blushing?" he asked, lifting my chin up with two fingers so he could make eye contact with me.

His face was only inches apart from mine, and I felt my heart almost jumping out of my chest. Oh my God! Was this reality? Was Harry Styles actually lying beneath me, his face almost touching mine?!

I gulped, and without answering his question, I leaned in. I didn't know what I was doing until I felt his breath on my lips. I closed my eyes and--

"Boobear! Dinner's ready!" Mum's voice interrupted.

I mentally groaned. Did she really have to interrupt us right at this moment?! I was about to kiss Harry for crying out loud! Wait, I'd been about to kiss Harry? Oh shit, this could only mean one thing...

I opened my eyes slowly, afraid of what I was going to see. Harry's eyes were widened in shock, and his mouth was hanging open.

Please don't run away, I pleaded, but it was already too late.

"I think I should go. Thank you for inviting me, Louis" he said, forcing a smile on his face.

He pulled me off of him gently, before standing up and almost running out of the room. I could feel tears prickling my eyes. He'd practically rejected me.

What did you think he would do? Smile at you and say 'come on, let's go down and eat'? that little voice in my head asked me.

Well, I'd hoped so, but you could hope for many things in this world, couldn't you?

I sighed heavily as I heard the front door close downstairs. I'd ruined everything. That little friendship I'd built up with Harry... I knew it was far gone now.

The tears started running down my cheeks. How could I have lost control like that?! I'd done so well up until a few minutes ago. Why did I have to ruin it now?!

Right then a voice interrupted my thoughts. "Boo, why did Harry leave in such a hurry?" Mum asked worriedly. "And why are you crying?"

The bed dipped down beside me, and I could feel a hand start rubbing my back soothing. "I ruined everything mum! Everything! He's never gonna talk to me again!" I sobbed into my pillow.

"What happened?"

"I-I almost kissed him."

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Harry didn't so much as glance at me the following days. If anything, he made sure that he was snogging his girlfriend every time he caught sight of me. When he did so, the memories about our 'almost kiss' played through my head, and it was hurtful. He made me feel like I'd done something wrong - which I had, but that wasn't the point. It was like he was trying to show me that he had a girlfriend and that he didn't have any feelings for me. I already knew he didn't though, so I just felt the urge to walk up to him, slap him in the face and tell him that I got the point so he could stop kissing her in front of me all the time. But, I still didn't have enough confidence to do so. It didn't matter that Harry told me I did because according to me, I didn't.

It was Monday, and I was currently sitting in Math class. Niall was for once sitting beside me, but his eyes were glued to Liam who was sitting across the room. Harry hadn't arrived, as usual.

My eyes were focused on the white wall in front of me. Nowadays, it felt as if I was dead, that all that was left of me was a shell. I would've been feeling much better if the last two weeks never happened. Harry and I wouldn't have talked to each other, and I would've still been going around like I didn't check him out every time I saw him. It was better like that than how it was now, because now I was ignored by him instead of being invisible to him.

The bell rang, but there was still no sign of Harry. That was odd. He would usually show up just as the bell rang, and never arrive too late. I looked around the room. All of his friends were already here, so where the hell was he?!

The class started, and there was still no sign of the curly haired boy. I started feeling a little worried about him where I was sitting on the chair, shiting uncomfortably, which Niall noticed.

"Hey, mate, why are you so uncomfortable?" he asked curiously.

I shrugged. "Nothing, just... Harry hasn't shown up yet."

Niall's eyes turned to pity. "This might sound weird, but Harry has switched math classes to the other group."

My breath caught in my throat. He had what?! He'd switched math classes... because of me?! I could suddenly feel anger boiling up inside me.

I stood up abruptly, causing my chair to fall to the ground. I didn't care though, I just walked over to Mrs. Smith with determined strides. "Excuse me, I just have to fix something," I said through gritted teeth.

Before she'd even had time to open her mouth to reply, I'd marched out of the room.

Louis, what the hell are you doing?! You're practically skipping class!

I ignored the voice in my head, and just kept walking. I knew where I was heading, and it was a good thing I knew where the other group was. As soon as I was standing outside the right door, I pushed it open.

Ignoring the looks I received from the students in the classroom except for one, I walked straight up to the curly haired boy and slapped him right across the cheek. "That's for ignoring me for something that never happened!" I snapped, before storming out of the room again.

A smile crept to my lips as I remembered the the look on Harry's face in my head. He'd looked so regretful, yet so shocked, and he deserved it, didn't he?

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So this is chapter 11! Oh, drama :o

For the next chapter I have a surprise for you ;) guess you can figure out what it is if I say it's about Harry and a switch in views ;)

However, I updated this much later than I'd wanted to. But, it's been pretty much the last few days, I'm sorry...

I hope I made it up to you by this chapter though :D

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