I've been texting Louis all day, he's really funny and someone that I would love to get to know more. I hear a knock on the door, which interrupts me mid laugh. I make my way to the front door fixing my hair in the mirror before opening it. In front me is standing Harry. Cheeky and tall, "hey." He smirks at my open mouth, "uhh hi." I gulp and let him inside. "What are you um doing here?" I ask. He looks almost offended as he says, "I just wanted to see you." I smile at him as he sits down on the couch. He seems comfortable, I sit down next to him and watch as he types something in his phone. "So... About the party." He starts. "Oh that. Forget about it I know you were drunk." I stop him, hoping that we won't have to talk about this right now. "No, I want to talk about it." Well shit. "Ok.." I let him talk. "I was drunk, but that doesn't always mean I didn't know what I was doing." My eyes widen, does he mean that he meant to kiss me? "I have wanted to kiss you since the beginning of school." He continues, butterflies are flying around in my stomach. Is he serious? "But I had to get drunk so I would have the courage." I nod, "ok. So what are you saying?" When I say this his mood changes, this is obviously the point in the conversation he was nervous about. "Well that's the problem... We can't be together." My eyes water and I look down. "Don't get me wrong I like you... I just." I finally get the courage to look up and say, "you just don't want to have the reputation of dating a younger girl." He nods, "I'm so sorry." I glare at him. "Get out."