HARRY'S POV
We all retreated to our rooms for a couple of hours. I think it was best if I didn't speak to anyone for the time being. Not that I wanted to speak to anyone anyway. I hoped my friends would understand, it hurt having them give me the cold shoulder. Especially Eleanor. I wasn't that close to Liam or Niall, but Eleanor had been there for me since day one.
Her family used to be friends with my family. We used to go to each other's houses everyday and have tea parties. She treated me as the special guest at her parties so I would get the second biggest piece of cake, after hers of course. We were almost inseparable until my mum had an argument with her mum. After that the play dates stopped and we didn't see each other until we started school. It was weird seeing her, she was much older than I remembered and she hung out with all the girls. I tried to hang out with her but I got called a girl and I was teased when we played 'house' together. It never got any better until we were much much older, say around 11 or 12. We became closer and the sleepovers started again. The teasing was different this time around though. Instead of being called girly or weird, I was called her boyfriend and everyone told us we looked like we were dating. Eleanor enjoyed the attention while I hated it. I hated the thought of going out with her as bad as it sounds. I just never thought of her as anything more than a friend.
When we hit 14 and 15 I realised why that was. Why I never wanted to kiss her or admire her body. I watched her go through what seemed like a hundred boyfriends, I was jealous. Not of the boys, but of her. I wanted a boyfriend. No one had the guts to come out then or perhaps they just didn't know yet. Either way I didn't know any gay people so I was left in the dark for most of my teenage years. She always tried to hook me up with her friends and I always declined. I was just waiting for the right girl, I'd tell her. It went on like this until she finally gave up. She sometimes asks me why I haven't ever had a girlfriend but I just don't give her an answer. I admit, she deserved for me to tell her not have her find out via Facebook. No wonder she's feeling strange about this, especially since she's known me for so long.
I was about to get ready for bed when my phone rang, which was strange as I never get calls. I grabbed my phone and saw it was Liam.
"Hi," I heard his voice through the phone. It didn't sound like him but phones do that to people.
"Hey, Liam, what's up?"
"I wanted to see if you were okay," He paused for a bit like he was wondering if he should continue or not. "I mean, you seemed pretty upset today,"
"It's okay, Liam. Stop worrying about me,"
"I can't. Not when we don't even know who hacked you,"
"It was my mum. But, it's fine. Don't even start with ranting or whatever, please,"
I heard him sigh and say okay. We said good bye and he hung up. To be completely honest, it wasn't okay at all. My own mother hates me for something I can't even change. I know we were never close but it still hurts. The only person I can trust right now is Gemma. Or Louis.
*Thursday*
LOUIS POV
Sitting in my office once again after a meeting with a client. This time I have a really annoying client who likes to complain about every single little thing my work partner does. He seems to think it's okay to point out every one of my flaws even though they have nothing to do with the case he's getting us to work on. He even wanted to fire us at one point but I persuaded him otherwise. I don't even know why I did though, if he fired us I wouldn't have to put up with his bullshit. I've been really unproductive today because I'm seeing Harry for the first time in a while. Actually, it hasn't been that long since I've seen him but either way I haven't been able to stop thinking about him. I was day dreaming about him when I heard a soft knock on my door. Please don't be Sofia, please. I thought to myself as I opened my door.
"Oh, hi Sofia."
"Hey, Lou!" The use of that nickname coming from her made me cringe. It only sounded right when Harry said it and he's only used it once. "What have you been up to? I've been great. I haven't missed any calls in a whole week! Isn't that great? Right? Anyways..."
She always does this; asks a question but doesn't even wait for an answer. It annoys the crap out of me. Why ask three questions at once but not want answers to them? She makes no sense to me.
"That's very cool, Sofia..." I listened to her ramble on for a few minutes but decided I couldn't take any more. "Look, I'm sorry but I have Leaps to go to," I lied, glancing at my clock. It was at least 10 minutes until I had to go to the conference room. "We'll have to talk another time,"
I heard her try to protest but I was already walking out of the office and making my way to the lift. I guess I could just wait downstairs in the fancy food court until I see the familiar bunch of school students. And that's what I did until I saw the tall boy with the curly hair. I felt butterflies in my stomach as I approached them.
"Hello," I greeted their teacher even though I had forgotten his name. He just smiled and nodded , thankfully so I just followed them, slowing down to walk next to Harry. We didn't say much until we went upstairs and into the boring conference room. I preferred the one on the top floor because it had a better view. This one just had big, old, grey buildings with windows into other offices.
We sat alone again since everyone else had their small tight group. I didn't really have any friends here, they didn't like me much because of the rumours about my mother sleeping with the boss. It was okay though, I didn't care much for this place at all.
"Good to see you again, Harry," I smiled, feeling excited to be here.
"I know! I forgot that we even had Leaps today. Liam was the one who reminded me,"
"Surprise," I said sarcastically.
"No, no, it was more like a pleasant surprise. You're making it sound as if I don't like coming here!" He laughed, showing off his cute dimples.
"Now in all seriousness, did you miss me?" I smirked and waited for his reaction. He pouted and shook his head, causing him to mess up his curls. If we weren't sitting in a very public room with around 25 people, I would have reached over and straightened them out. But I couldn't so I didn't.
"I did. Very much," He looked like he was kidding but his tone was serious. I didn't know what to take from that so I brushed it off. We spent the majority of the session joking around, and if i didn't know any better I'd say he was flirting. But that couldn't possibly be the case could it?
I almost forgot that we had to talk about Harry's report which lay on the table, untouched. In the short moment of silence I took it upon myself to be productive for at least 15 minutes today. I picked up his report and Harry looked utterly ashamed.
"I only got two A's and the rest are B's except for that one C from Science, but I don't really like that teacher anyways,"
I was shocked. "Harry! This is great! I never got that many B's or A's when I was in school,"
Harry smiled and sighed. "My mum didn't like it though."
"She isn't the only person in the world, Harry. You can take someone else's opinion you know,"
We went through his report. I read though all his amazing grades and comments from the teachers. It made me wish I had actually done something at school. I was almost on the last page when I looked over to Harry who was looking down at his lap.
"What, are you too embarrassed to speak now?"
"No. You're just making it weird," He said sticking his tongue out. What's he talking about? He's the most adorably, awkward person I know. I didn't want to say that in case he took it literally. He's really sensitive but I doubt he'd ever admit it. And now I'm thinking as if I actually know him. But I do, don't I? It really feels like I've known him for years, not months.
"I'm glad I met you, Louis,"
"I'm glad I met you too, Harry,"
In that moment, everything was perfect. All I had was Harry and no one else even mattered, it was just Harry and I. No Sofia, no annoying clients and most definitely no Sharon. This perfect boy was sitting next to me with his dimples and curly hair and a crooked smile. He was everything right now and nothing could stop this feeling for him. And to think it all started with and oops and a hi.
