Fake, Stupid Love
The Thirteenth
"So, what's this I hear about you and curly, hm?" Louis teased as soon as he caught up with me on Wednesday.
"What did he tell you? He took me out to lunch... that's all." I felt my cheeks turning pink at the question.
"That's not quite what I heard." he grinned, stopping at nothing to hear how everything went.
"Well, long story short, I went to talk to Niall, but he had already gotten back together with his ex. Harry noticed I was sad when he came to the diner and insisted I tell him about it. It wasn't even romantic, Lou!" I exclaimed, hoping not to draw any more attention than need be.
"And what about that cuddling session?"
"I was breaking down, and he was a shoulder to cry on. Why must you make everything sound so lovey?"
"Do you like Harry?"
"No, I don't like Harry. He's a great friend."
"Well you know he likes you."
"I know you and Zayn tease him to no end, but until he tells me otherwise, I don't believe it."
"Come on Em." he whined, stopping when we had reached my locker.
"What?"
"It's so obvious. He cares about you so much, why else would he tell me that story and ask how else to make you feel better?"
"He did that?" I asked, not really doubting it, seeing Harry was a very thoughtful boy.
"The second he drove you back to work!"
"How nice."
"That's all you have to say? How nice?" he was overreacting, but it wasn't unusual for him.
"What would you prefer me to say?" I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, clutching my books to my chest.
Clearing his throat, his impression of me was no doubt pathetic and hilarious.
"Wow! Harry? Ask about little old ME? You don't say! I suppose the lad is rather dapper, isn't he Louis? Maybe you're right. Maybe I should give the handsome gentleman a chance. Never met someone so caring and wonderful like him, except you, King Louis."
"King Louis?" I giggled, wondering where on earth he got these names.
"Forget King Louis. If I get together a double-date, will you go with Harry?"
"And the other couple?"
"Me and Jen!" he beamed.
"Are you two official now?" I smiled with him as we started off to our next class.
"Well, no, but we've been on 50 million dates and I'm waiting for just the right one. I think she really likes me."
"Glad for you, Lou."
"Thanks. So would you?" he pressed on.
"I suppose..." I sighed. Anything to get him to shut up.
"Great! The weather's supposed to be nice and warm Saturday, how about a picnic?"
"Sounds good." I agreed.
Just as we got in our seats, the bell rang and class began. I breathed out in relief, 40 minutes of relaxation before another interrogation from Louis.
"What did he tell you? He took me out to lunch... that's all." I felt my cheeks turning pink at the question.
"That's not quite what I heard." he grinned, stopping at nothing to hear how everything went.
"Well, long story short, I went to talk to Niall, but he had already gotten back together with his ex. Harry noticed I was sad when he came to the diner and insisted I tell him about it. It wasn't even romantic, Lou!" I exclaimed, hoping not to draw any more attention than need be.
"And what about that cuddling session?"
"I was breaking down, and he was a shoulder to cry on. Why must you make everything sound so lovey?"
"Do you like Harry?"
"No, I don't like Harry. He's a great friend."
"Well you know he likes you."
"I know you and Zayn tease him to no end, but until he tells me otherwise, I don't believe it."
"Come on Em." he whined, stopping when we had reached my locker.
"What?"
"It's so obvious. He cares about you so much, why else would he tell me that story and ask how else to make you feel better?"
"He did that?" I asked, not really doubting it, seeing Harry was a very thoughtful boy.
"The second he drove you back to work!"
"How nice."
"That's all you have to say? How nice?" he was overreacting, but it wasn't unusual for him.
"What would you prefer me to say?" I rolled my eyes and slammed my locker shut, clutching my books to my chest.
Clearing his throat, his impression of me was no doubt pathetic and hilarious.
"Wow! Harry? Ask about little old ME? You don't say! I suppose the lad is rather dapper, isn't he Louis? Maybe you're right. Maybe I should give the handsome gentleman a chance. Never met someone so caring and wonderful like him, except you, King Louis."
"King Louis?" I giggled, wondering where on earth he got these names.
"Forget King Louis. If I get together a double-date, will you go with Harry?"
"And the other couple?"
"Me and Jen!" he beamed.
"Are you two official now?" I smiled with him as we started off to our next class.
"Well, no, but we've been on 50 million dates and I'm waiting for just the right one. I think she really likes me."
"Glad for you, Lou."
"Thanks. So would you?" he pressed on.
"I suppose..." I sighed. Anything to get him to shut up.
"Great! The weather's supposed to be nice and warm Saturday, how about a picnic?"
"Sounds good." I agreed.
Just as we got in our seats, the bell rang and class began. I breathed out in relief, 40 minutes of relaxation before another interrogation from Louis.
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