High School Lovers ~L.S.

32

"So.. I'll see you tomorrow at the party?" Harry asked as he started to step out of the car

"Yep. I'm getting there around 8." Louis nodded

"I'm going early, probably about 7, to help set up and so Niall can pick my clothes" 

"Zayn's already picked out my outfit" Louis laughs

"Thanks again for the ride, Louis. Anyways.. drive back safe, yeah?"

"Yeah, course. Tell your mom I said hello"

"I will."

Harry stepped out the car and hurried towards his front door. Louis backed out of the driveway once Harry was on the porch. 

* * *

Harry pressed call on Niall's number as soon as he shut his bedroom door.

Louis had already pressed call on Zayn's number as he drove down Harry's street.

"Harry! What's up?" Niall spoke into the phone, happy as always

"I just got back from Louis' house" Harry sighs

"You were at Louis' house? What were you doing?" Niall asks, confused but very interested

"I sang." Harry spits out

"You sang"

"Yes. Sang. Sang my god damn heart out to Torn by Natalie Imbruglia."

"Oh.. and.. What'd Louis say?"

"he was so nice. Told me I was good. I was great. Never shut up. He put on the record in his room and watched as I just laid down and sang, Niall. What's happening!"

"He's not as bad as you thought" Niall couldn't stop smiling.

"He's not as bad as you thought" Zayn was grinning from ear to ear as he talked to Louis

"No, no he isn't. His voice- Zayn, oh my god. He's so talented. How did I ever despise Harry Styles?"

"Don't know, mate. No fucking clue. The kid is a sweet heart" 

"I told him he should wear a sweater to school! I told him it would be good for him, his confidence I mean. I just.. I was encouraging him to do good. And, fuck I just wish I could've seen him once with curly hair and a sweater on, Z"

"He told me I should wear a sweater." Harry whispered

"To school? I think he's right." Niall sided with Louis

"Yeah but.. what would the footie team say? Liam and Jordan and Michael.."

"They'd love you. Y'know half of them are gay, H"

"Wait, what?"

"Yeah! I mean, Jordan was asking all about you- and for your number"

"Oh god. You didn't give it to him right?" Harry gasped

"No way." 

"Thank you" Harry sighed

"Yeah. I just told him you were private and I needed to ask you- or he needed to ask you for your number."

"Thank god I skipped lunch." 

"Zayn, he's... I don't know.." Louis sighed

He parked the car in his driveway and just rested his head on teh stearing wheel

His phone was sat up on the dash, still on call with Zayn

"What?" Zayn asked cautiously

"Beautiful. I don't know." Louis groaned loudly, annoyed with himself

"Beautiful" Zayn repeated

"The way he shuts his eyes and sings and just lets himself fly with the music."

"When did you become a poet?" Zayn jokes

"This is serious, Malik!!"

"Yeah, yeah.. It's a crush. You hated him, Lou. now you see how good he is"

"Just.. please promise me one thing?"

"What's that?"

"Make sure I don't do or say anything stupid tomorrow night. Harry's gonna be there. I'm gonna be drinking. Just.. watch me, yeah?"