HIM ...

“Huh?” I blurt out
“What ‘huh’? Now don’t tell me that it’s nothing”, Natalie exclaimed,air-quoting the word ‘nothing’. She does that often …
“No… actually sorry. I didn’t get you. I was…” I show her my ear plugs,” you know listening to some songs and stuff … what were you saying btw??”
Her face changed now, she seemed a bit surprised … and do I have a clue why? Probably not.
Anyways right now we were in Stan’s car. It’s a Honda and it’s amazing. I was sitting behind Stan in the back seat. Me and Natalie. And I was looking out the window, thinking’ about various issues when she jerked me out of my thoughts.
“That’s what I’m talking about man … you are being weird?”
“What do you mean … weird?” was I really? I don’t think I was.
“Weird like, you know… not being yourself and things like that. I mean, look at you…. YOU are listening to SONGS … c’mon”
“Why? I can’t even listen to songs now …”
She said nothing, just raised an eyebrow at me.
“Whaaat?”
I heard George and Stan giggle in the front seat.
“What’s so funny??” I frowned. I didn’t like this at all…. Wait, were they teasing me intentionally? God!! … This isn’t funny at all.
Their giggles grew louder…. then eventually stopped.
“No, no, nothing at all.” George exclaimed. He didn’t sound so truthful though.
Well, not that I care you know. So I just rolled my eyes and stared out of the window again.
We were moving really fast. Stan told me that it was fifteen minutes by car… but right now it’s like taking forever. I don’t know why but I’m having a weird feeling. Maybe it’s just the nervousness that I’m feeling in my gut, or I’m just thinking way too much. Anyways we’ll see.
5 minutes later……
“We’re here people. Now get down the car, I need to park it.” ……………………..
“Louis, what are you doing? GET UP!” Stan shouted in my ear and jolted me up. I can’t believe I dozed off in 5 minutes. Is that even possible?
Three of us get down, and Stan goes to park the car in the garage. I turn around to take a look at the house properly. Wow! That’s a cute place to live in.
The house was fully white-washed and some of the parts were painted with dark chocolate (mmm, yummy). It had two floors. The lower half had a big drawing room facing the lawn, and a wooden door on one side.
How do I know that there was a drawing room? Well… the wall was of glass. Okay, not actually a wall but a huge sliding door kind of thing.I guess it was meant for enjoying scenery while having a chat with a group of people.
On the first floor, there was a big balcony which I think emerged from the bedroom behind it.
While I was admiring the beauty someone pinched me in my butt.
“Ouch!” I turned around, “what the hell Stan?!”
“Actually I was just wondering if I could bring you a chair, because you seem to plan for staying here, outside the whole time so... should I? ”, my, my, will he ever stop teasing me?
I raise an eyebrow. “No thanks.”
I hurry towards the door, where Natalie and George are already waiting for us, as I hear Stan giggle and follow me. Natalie knocked the door when she saw us coming.
Seconds later the door was opened by a beautiful lady. She looked in her early forties, still very vibrant and cheerful. And dare I say, really hot in that tight one piece (color: grey) she was wearing, her black hair tied up in a tied up in a loose bun.
“Hi! … I was just expecting you guys. So nice of you to come. Mary will definitely feel better now.” She smiled, “come in…” she opened the door wider so that we could get in, as we did.
As we walked into the hallway, she turned to me.
“You are Louis right?”
I smiled and nodded in response.
“I knew it… Mary showed me your picture. You are really nice.”
“Thank you.”
“I’m Anne by the way, Anne Styles, Mary’s mum.”
Mum? I thought she was an aunt or something. I know Mary is half Irish; okay so maybe her father is Irish… yeah that makes sense. Still, there was absolutely no similarity in their faces, except for the nose though. Anyways …
“So, your husband is Irish?” I ask.
“Well, my ex-husband was Irish...”
By now we were passing the other rooms, and I could hear a loud television coming from one of them.
As we walked the sound grew louder and louder till we reached the room with the TV on.
The door was slightly open, and through that I could see (although the lights were really dim) a tall shadowy outline of a guy sitting on the couch. His back was facing me.
I suddenly realized that we had stopped there. I turned to look at Anne who looked really irritated… probably cause of the noise. It WAS annoying.
“This boy…”she let out a sigh as she rushed into the room and we followed.
“Harry!” she called out, her voice barely audible over the noise of the TV. It was playing a fight scene of some action movie I don’t know.
The guy didn’t turn around. He probably couldn’t hear.
“Do you hear me? HARRY!!!” this time she screamed even louder and turned the light switches on.
Now I could see the room clearly and… god! It was such a mess. There were packets of potato chips, and soda cans everywhere. Even some unfinished chocolate bars and their wrappers. There was also this guitar lying on the floor of the big bedroom.
And it was weird because it reminded me of my own bedroom back in Doncaster, where I lived with my family as a kid… those were days man!
So now, as Anne called, harry turned around and I saw this boy called harry properly.
The first thing I noticed about him was his eyes. Those fucking beautiful emerald green eyes; which right now had a confused expression but still looked perfect.
I slowly drifted my eyes down to his nose (he had really big nostrils), followed by his lush pink lips. An ice cream spoon hung there, stuck between those lips. And all I kept thinking about how stupid and goofy he looked, but it was still so cute, it made me giggle.
He had pulled his hair back with a hair-band. But the golden brown curls still fell casually on his broad shoulders, and just below them.Well I don’t know why I was looking at him so keenly but, I was and there is the end of it.
He slowly moved up his right hand (which was initially resting on his lap, holding the remote) and the ice-cream spoon out from his mouth.
“What?” asked the green eyed boy acting so innocent. His voice was so deep and slow. OMG.
“Don’t ask what. You know it very well” Anne scolded and the big boys face fell almost instantly.
“Sorry...” he said avoiding eye contact and then picked up the remote to turn off the television. Then he got up and dusted off the dirt from his loose white t-shirt, and his half trousers. Doing that he lifted his head up looking directly at me.
Not knowing what else to do, I just smiled. He looked at me for 3 seconds, then shifted his gaze at Anne and then back at me. As if asking who I was.
Anne immediately turned back at me. “O! Louis… I didn’t know you were still here. I thought…”
That was when I realized that I was the only one standing there apart from them. But where are my friends? I turned around only to see that they had vanished. How could they not even tell me? Okay so now, it was only me standing there, being the odd one out.
I turned back to look at them.
“Umm… sorry. I would’ve left but… actually; I don’t really know the house, so…”
“No, it’s absolutely fine honey. It’s okay.”
She looked at harry, as he stepped closer. He was so tall, about 7-8 inches taller than me. He made me feel so tiny.
“Harry, meet Louis Tomlinson, your sister’s friend.” she said.Friend? Okay… I would love to be her ‘just friend’.
“And Louis, meet Harry, my son and Mary’s step younger brother.”
I give her a surprised look. “Younger...”
She laughed. “Yes, younger. I know he doesn’t look like one but, yeah he is.”
“Hi.” He said, shoving his hands into the pockets of his trousers.
“Hey,” I replied.
He looked from my head to toe, and then back from my toe to head.
“You are so small…” he said after a while, giggling. And Anne gave him a good glare.
“It’s alright, I get that a lot. Really…”
I should have been angry at him for calling me that. But maybe there was something about his broad smile, which formed on his cheeks, the deepest dimples I have ever seen in my entire life
I am not an easy person to melt, and I’m proud of it. But that smile did melt me… and you know what? I’m kind of happy about that.
“Anyways boys, let’s go to Mary, shall we?”
She walked out of the room and I followed. I sensed the big boy’s eyes still on me as I left the room after Anne.

Notes

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