Louis' POV

Her fingers intertwined with mine as we walked down the sidewalk. The sky was a mix of pink, orange, red and blue. She stopped me, looked into my eyes and said, “Louis, I think I’m in love with you.” I froze. My eyes darted across her face trying to detect any sign of joking. But her face was covered with truth. Of course I loved her, but I had to be cautious I wasn’t the victim of a joke.

“I love you, too, Genevieve.” I replied. We continued walking down the sidewalk. When we finally got to her house, we walked up the steps to her front door.

“Goodbye Louis. See you tomorrow,” she said as she planted a light kiss on my cheek, “And don’t forget that I love you.”

“How could I forget?” I asked with a smile. She smiled back, her smile was gorgeous.
As I started my walk home, I thought about Genevieve. She was beautiful, with her long, wavy, dark brown hair, and her stunningly beautiful hazel colored eyes. She was so nice, not only to me, but to everyone. She wore well-put together outfits that made her look even more beautiful (If that is even possible). If I had to describe Genevieve in one word, it would have to be: perfect. That was all that she was, and all that she ever will be. And the fact that it was me she loved? That was crazy. Someone so beautiful, so perfect would love me, of all people?

I reached the front door of my house. The boys and I lived together, which got out of hand many times, but we managed to keep it together. My hand slipped under the mat of the front door, where my fingers found the key. I slipped the key into the lock and turned it. I opened the door and put the key back under the mat. As I stepped inside the house, the atmosphere smelled of something delicious cooking.

I closed the door and went to the kitchen. There was Harry, standing at the stove cooking something. I wasn’t sure what he was cooking, but it sure looked good. Now, Harry is my best friend. He is always there for me, and I tell him anything that is on my mind. He never judges me, and he knows me inside and out. Sometimes I feel like he knows me better than I know me. It gets crazy sometimes to think that someone knows me so well.

Harry turned around and saw me. A huge grin spread across his face. “Louis!” I smile. Harry can be so cheerful. Many people call me ‘the cheerful one’, but I honestly think Harry deserves that title. “Hungry?” He asks me.

“Nah. I went out for dinner with Genevieve.” I replied. Harry’s eyes sparkled. “Ahh.. Genevieve. How’d it go?” he asked.

“Great! And on our way home, you won’t believe what she said to me. ‘Louis, I think I’m in love with you.’ Can you believe it? Genevieve is in love with me!” I squealed.

“Calm down, Louis. No need to get hyper,” Harry said soothingly, “and that is totally awesome!” See? Harry is always there for me. He is such a great guy. I sat on a stool by the counter.

“So what’s up with you?” I asked.

“Oh, nothing much, just cooking.” Harry replied. I yawned. “You look tired. Go take a nap.” Harry instructed me.

“I’m not tired.” I said. Harry gave me a look.

“You just yawned. And you've got bags under your eyes. Go to sleep.” Harry can be very father-like sometimes. That is one thing about him that tends to get a little annoying. But I love him all the same.

“Fine.” I say, giving up. One thing I've learned about Harry over the years is that you don’t argue with him. But if you decided to, you wouldn't win the battle.

I headed upstairs to my room. I passed Zayn’s room, where he, Liam, and Niall were playing video games. I said hi to them, but none of them looked away from the screen as they said hi back.

As I approached my room, I flopped down onto my bed. Again, I thought about Genevieve. Suddenly, my phone rang I my pocket. I took it out. The screen read ‘Genevieve’. “Hello?” I answer.

“Hey Louis! It’s me. Look, I have something to tell you.” Her voice suddenly sounded like she was going to burst into tears.

“What is it?” I asked nervously.

“The thing is, Louis, I was talking to my dad, and he said that because of his job, we have to move. To Australia.” Now she was full-out sobbing.

“What?” I asked, stunned.

“I’m moving to Australia, Louis. We might not be able to see each other ever again.”

Notes

Oh no! What's going to happen to Louis and Genevieve?? I guess you'll just have to wait and see... ;)