Chapter four

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[Louis]

"So are you going to tell me what this project is about," I say to Harry as we walk out of the classroom. 

"You should have been listening" 

"I told you, I was thinking about something else" 

"And what were you thinking of" You, I was thinking of you 

"Nothing that important" 

"Whatever" 

"So, what's the project?" 

"We have to make a presentation on cells" 

"Do we have to present it?" Harry takes a sharp breath in and I can tell that he is uncomfortable. 

"Yeah, we do. Sadly" 

"Why sadly" 

"I just don't like to present in front of people" 

"I can do the most talking if you would like" 

"Actually I would like that" 

"Alright then, I'll do most of the talking" 

"Thank you" 

"No problem. So do you want to work on it after school because I know that our teacher will not give us enough time to work on it, trust me I had him last year and he gave us two days to work on a huge project" 

"Okay, where do you want to work on it" 

"We can go to my house" 

"Sure yeah" 

"Alright, I am warning you though, I have six siblings" 

"That's a lot" 

"Yeah, but two of them don't live with us so you will only see the twins" 

"Okay, we can go to your house" 

"Great! I'll meet you in the cafeteria after school" 

"Sure" 

"Alright, well I'll see you later" 

"Yeah, see you later, bye" 

"Bye curly" He gave a small smile before walking the other way. 

... 

I wait in the cafeteria for Harry, I'm not sure if he'll show up. I don't think he likes me a lot but it's worth trying to be friends with him. 

I wait for ten minutes before he shows up. 

"What took you so long" I joked 

"I had some stuff to do in class, sorry" He looks at the ground 

"Don't be sorry, you had stuff to do, I totally get it" 

"Okay" He still doesn't look at me 

"Alright let's go, I'll drive" He nods his head and we walk to my car. I open the car door for him and he smiles, holy shit his smile is gorgeous. I walk around to the drivers' side and get it. 

"So curly, do you want to get something to eat before we go to my house" I look over at him and he is fiddling with his fingers. 

"I don't have any money on me" 

"That's not what I asked, I asked if you wanted to get something to eat" 

"Um, sure I guess" 

"Where do you want to go" 

"I don't care" His voice is quiet, I love it when he's shy like that. Okay yeah, I totally see how that is creepy.  

"I mean, if I pick, we're going to get fast food, so if you don't want fast food I suggest you say something or forever hold your peace" 

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