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8. Chapter Seven

Louis' P.O.V.

I was sitting on my couch with my stuffed hedgehog, watching Pretty Little Liars, and  eating ice cream.

"Wow, it looks like you've just broken up with someone." An Irish voice said from the doorway. I looked up and saw the blonde man. 

"Hello, and shut up." I grinned. I heard another voice from outside. It was laughing-- scratch that, he was laughing. The laugh sounded familiar and almost like--

A head of curls walked through the door. "Hi, I'm Harry!"

I froze.

"Don't mind him, he just has this condition. He'll freeze up like this all the time, and it's so embarrassing. This one time at the mall, he froze, stopped right in the middle of walking, and spilled his smoothie all over some lady's chest. He cried right afterwards, and tried to get her shirt off to clean it." Niall said, while trying to contain his laughter.

I snapped out of my trance, walked over to him, and smacked him on the forehead. 

"Neil, lying is bad."

I heard another bark of laughter, but this time, it wasn't from Niall.

Slowly, I turned my head towards the sound, and my eyes widened at the sight. Harry Sex-On-Legs Styles was standing right there! His eyes were so beautiful, and his hair looked so soft. My eyes raked down his face to his plump lips. Oh, the things I would do to this creature. If only I could just reach out and--

"Are yah done daydreaming?" Niall yelled. 

I realized that I had been staring at this man's face, and immediately flushed red. I heard Niall cooing at the sight.

Turning to him, I asked, " Are you quite finished?"

"Nope! Not at all! You're just to adorable!" He said.

"I know you fancy me, but I just don't feel the same way!"

"Why not?"

"You're not my type, Neil."

"What is your type then, Lewis?"

"Like I would tell you!"

"Tall, dark, and handsome? Or small, blonde, and mysterious?"

"Definitely, not small and blonde, like you!" I retorted.

We went on like that for about fifteen more minutes, until someone (AKA The Sex God) cleared their throat. The two of us turned to him. I smiled, but Neil glared.

"I'm just gonna... Raid your kitchen.." He grumbled, as he walked off. 

I sighed, and closed my eyes. Reopening them, I turned to Harry once again and held out my hand, trying to keep myself from squealing. 

"We haven't met officially, I'm Louis." I smiled.

"I'm Harry, Harry Styles."

Trust me, I know. I muttered under my breath. I guess I hadn't been quiet enough, because he had heard and said, "So, you're a fan, then?"

"Yes, a big fan."

"You're not freaking out?"

"Well, on the inside, I'm dying."

He laughed again, and I felt pride in myself.

"Soo.. You mind giving me a tour of your place?"

This time I did squeal.

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