song FOUR this chapter:

Kiss Me Kiss Me 5 Seconds of Summer

Take a Bow Rihanna

My Happy Ending Avril Lavigne

Harry's POV

After we ate, we headed back to the car. We drove back to his apartment. "Thanks for letting me stay." I said. "You're welcome. After all, how can I say no to my favorite popstar?" he joked, punching my arm lightly. "Hey, I was– I thought that– Maybe we can hang out sometime." I stuttered, suddenly nervous. What was happening to me? Louis looked at me, grinning. "That would be phenomenal!" he smiled. I beamed. We exchanged numbers, then I left. I called Nadine. Even though we had been "dating", and just "broke up", we were just friends. She knew that I had no romantic interest in her, and she didn't have any in me. The phone dialed, and eventually she picked up. "Hey Hazz." she greeted. "I have a question : how do you know if you have a crush on somebody?" I asked. She shrieked, causing me to start and pull the speaker from my ear. "Ohmygod, who is it? Is it a boy you met on tour? Oh! No, it's a guy at Starbucks? Tell me! Tellmetellmetellme!" she squealed. "Maybe I should've called Gemma." I teased. "Harry Edward Styels, tell me who it is, right now." she demanded. "I met him, ah, this will sound interesting. I met him while I was drunk." I winced. "You did not!" she scolded. "I did, but wait let me explain. I met him while I was drunk and he let me stay with him. And before you assume anything, no, we didn't sleep together. Anyway, so basically I ended up telling him how I wasn't straight and how I hated it, and he said that I should accept who I am. And he's this punk rocker that's a Directioner and he cuts himself. And his name is Louis Tomlinson and he has a lip ring and a quiff and blue eyes. And I think that he's beautiful and he's nice and his best friend is a girl Eleanor that's blind." I gushed, smiling at the mere thought of him. "Wow, you're already in deep." she said after absorbing the information. "What do you feel when you see him?" she asked. "I feel nervous, and kinda happy and giddy." I told her. "And when he touches you?" she questions. "We were sleeping on the floor last night and then his face was in my neck and I felt like my body was on fire." I explained, not sure if I was making sense. "Yup, that's definitely a crush. So do you have his number or something?" she asked. "I have his cell and I know his address." I said. "Well, you should text him and ask him to hang out or something. And you should find out if you like him, and things you have in common and such. And also try to subtly flirt with him in someway." she suggested. "Thanks, N." I thanked, hanging up. But I wouldn't do it her way, subtle and gentle. I'd do it the Styels way, big and bold.

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From Harry ≈ Lou 9:36 AM

wanna hang out?

From Lou ≈ Harry 9:38 AM

can't, I'm work

From Harry ≈ Lou 9:40 AM

:(

From Lou ≈ Harry 9:40 AM

are u pouting?

From Harry ≈ Lou 9:41 AM

yes :'(

From Lou ≈ Harry 9:41 AM

fine, if Cara says so u can visit. but only bcuz i cant say no to a pouting Hazza ;)

From Harry ≈ Lou 9:43 AM

thxxxx

From Lou ≈ Harry 9:50 AM

123 Larry Way

East Baron, London, 01334

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I walked up to the place at the address that Louis had sent me, sure that I had the wrong place. It was a nursery to kindergarten school. I walked in, and walked up to receptionist. Her name tag said 'Cara', so I'm guessing this is who Louis was talking about. She looked about 40, and had a kind look overall. "Um, hi. I'm here to see Louis. Can you tell me where he is?" I asked. She nodded, smiling. "Are you his boyfriend?" she asked. I shook my head, no. "He's in room 15." she said, pointing down the hall. I said thanks and walked down, stopping in front of the door that read 'Mr. Lou's Kindergarten Class'. I nodded to nothing and nobody in particular, walking in. Louis was sitting in the middle of a circle of kids, reading to them. "Red fish, blue fish, one fish, two fish." he read, stopping when he saw me. "Class, this is Harry." he introduced. "I was just reading to them, care to join us?" he offered. I nodded, smiling at him. Louis was wearing black skinny jeans, a flower crown, and a black band t-shirt; leaving his tattoos exposed. I noticed that his cuts were concealed by makeup, but I didn't mention it. He didn't seem to care that he still had his lip ring in, and the kids didn't seem to either. In fact, they didn't seem to care how he was dressed. The girl to his right raised her hand, smiling mischievously. "Mr. Lou? I have a question," she spoke. She looked directly at me. "Are you and Harry dating, Mr. Lou?" she asked, not skipping a beat."N-no, Marissa, why would you think that?" he stuttered, blushing lightly. "Because he looks like he want to be." she smirked, not breaking eye contact with me. He looked at me, studying the way I was looking at him.

I looked away from him, glaring at her. "Um, OK, this is Harry, my friend." he reintroduced. I frowned a little. Was that all I was to him? I looked over, and he had started reading again. I loved the look on his face that he got, he looked so happy, taking care of kids. And his eyes, they were so beautiful; and his lip ring, and his hair, and just him in general ... "–Harry?" Louis said, suddenly next to me. "What?" I asked, confused. "I said, would you like to tell a story?" he repeated his question. "You spaced out for a moment." I nodded. "I'll just... tell a story of my own." I said. Louis raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything. I sat on the beanbag in the middle of the rug. "Once upon a time ... once upon a time, there was a butterfly, named ... Harold. He seemed very happy, but nobody knew that he was really sad on the inside. The butterfly had pretty wings, they were a shiny blue. All the other butterflies wanted to be like him, or liked him a lot. What nobody knew was that he really had rainbow wings. He hid them because he was afraid that no one would like him if he showed his real wings. Then he met another butterfly, named ... Lewis. Harold thought Lewis was very beautiful. Lewis had black and gray wings, wings that nobody else had, or liked. But Harold loved them, and he loved Lewis. He was just afraid to show it, he was too nervous. But then he told Lewis, and Lewis loved Harold, and they lived happily ever after." I finished, not breaking eye contact with Louis the whole time. He blushed and looked down, embarrassed.

The kids clapped, and I stood up and walked up to Louis. "Did you like it?" I asked.

Louis' POV

I felt my face heat up and looked down, embarrassed. "Did you like it?" he asked. I nodded, not looking at him, smiling widely. Harry had told the story while looking at me the whole time. I don't think that any of the kids caught on, but they loved the story. Marissa ran up to me, and looked at Harry. "Mr. Lou, can Harry come in again to tell another story?" she asked. "Of course, honey." I said, not really paying attention to her. Harry had made up the whole story about us, right? I mean, "Harold" and "Lewis"? Could he be any more subtle? "Hey, Lou? Can I talk to you a bit?" he requested, looking nervous. I could tell because he was twisting the ring on his finger, something he did when he was nervous. "Sure." I replied. He pulled me over to the side. "Harry I know that the story was about us and I like you t–" I stopped when his lips met mine. "Ewwww!" the kids chorused in the background. I pulled away, looking away. "Hazz, we can't snog in front of four year olds." I commented. "I don't care." he retorted, kissing me again. Eventually Harry stopped kissing me, for two reasons : 1. We were kissing in a kindergarten class, that was in session, and 2. We needed to breathe. I smiled at him, shocked. "Hi." I whispered. "Hey." he replied, smiling. "You are dating, you lied!" Marissa exclaimed, giggling madly.

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I walked into the flat, grinning like a madman. I hadn't stopped smiling since Harry had left for an interview, and that had been about five hours ago. "Hiiiiii." I blurted. "What's up?" she absently answered, looking in my direction but her hands not leaving the (braille) book she was reading. "I'm soooo happy." I chirped. "Why?" she asked, closing her book. "You sound like Niall, so happy and cheery." she commented, smiling slightly. Niall had always been her favorite, even though she'd never admit it. "Oh, you know. Birds singing, sun shining." I marveled. "Lou, I hate to break it to you, but we're currently in the middle of a thunderstorm. I can hear it." she noted. "It's still beautiful." I sighed happily. "Um, OK. Who are you, and what have you done with Louis Tomlinson?" she joked, smirking at me. "I'm Louis, it's just that ... something happened." I hinted. "Ugh, the guessing game, again?" she groaned. "Yup!" She rolled her eyes. "OK, does it have to do with your boyfriend?" she guessed. "He's not my boyfriend, but yes." I said. "You kissed." she deadpanned, opening her book again. "How did you know? Aren't you excited for me?" I whined. "Of course I knew, I've been living with you for nearly three years. And plus, you're see through when it comes to that boy. And yes I'm excited for you, I just knew it was coming. I mean, you didn't have to be able to see to tell how much he likes you. I could hear it in his voice." she informed. "Sometimes you're so genius, I wonder if you're really just faking blind." I tell her.

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I wake up the next morning and I have a ton of texts, all from Harry.

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 4:00 PM

I'm going 2 do something during the interview

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 4:00 PM

Watch the interview, its live rite now

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 4:01 PM

I said something

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 4:01 PM

Watch it online

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 5:03 PM

By now, the fans have probably analyzed it and r probably going crzy

From Hazzabear ≈ Louis yesterday 5:31 PM

Plzzzzz Louuuuu watch ittttt

From Louis ≈ Hazzabear 11:25 AM

Fineeee I just woke up but I'll watch it

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I stretched a little before reaching over and getting my laptop. I flipped it open and checked Twitter. 30 new followers – 5 mentions – 2.353 new tweets. I sighed before scrolling down, and it was the usual One Direction, DIY craft, rock band feed. Until I saw about 1.000 tweets about the same thing : Harry said something yesterday in an interview. I opened YouTube and searched up the interview, eventually finding it. It was a SugarScape interview, nothing out of the ordinary. I clicked on it and watched through, and eventually, towards the end, the topic of relationships came up. "So, Liam, you're dating Sophia. Zayn has been engaged to Perrie, and Niall, we've heard some rumors of you dating Melissa Whitelaw. Is this true?" the interviewer asked, holding out the mike to Niall. "No, no, we're just friends. It's just that paps and journalists like to blow things out of proportion. I'm currently single." he confirmed. "And you, Harry, just broke up with your girlfriend Nadine. Actually, word has it that you were dumped." the interviewer said, prompting him to talk about it. "Yeah, um, I was dumped by Nadine. It's just that we realized that our feelings for each other weren't as strong, or as real as we thought that they were." he explained, looking off-screen a bit. Management script, I thought. "Is there anyone else that was involved?" the interviewer badgered. Harry looked straight at her this time, not paying attention to the script. "Um, not during the break up, but there is someone I'm interested in." he continued, looking extremely nervous.

"Oh? Who is it? She's a very lucky lady." the interviewer inquired. "Um, it's actually a he." Harry squeaked, looking down at his shoes. The interviewer passed it off, not affected by it. "That's new! But new is OK, I hope the person returns the affection." she praised, beaming at him. My heart stopped. I played the sentence over and over again in my head. It's actually a he. It's actually a he. It's actually a he. Harry had just come out. For me. He was going to get so much for this. From the public, the fans, management, and from me. I know that he wasn't ready, why did he do it? Ugh. Harry. Who will fix me now? Dive in when I'm down? Save me from myself, don't let me drown. That was my ringtone for Harry, he wanted to FaceTime. I picked up, closing my laptop. He was beaming, and I couldn't help but smile back, I mean, just look at those dimples! Then I remembered I was mad, and I stopped smiling. In fact, I frowned. Harry mimicked me, pouting dramatically, then cracking up. "Boo, what's wrong?" he asked, realizing that I was serious. "I'm mad at you." I told him, scowling. "Why?" he asked, looking confused. "Because you came out." I explained. He looked even more confused now, a little sad. "Isn't that a good thing?" he stated more than asked. "Well, yeah. But I know that you weren't ready. You didn't have to do that for me." I insisted. "But I wanted to, Lou." he countered, getting a bit upset. "But you didn't have to put your career and image on the line. You should've waited a bit." I protested. "So you would rather I had not?" he challenged. "Yeah. I know it makes you upset that you have to hide and all, but it's the truth." I said. There was a silence for a moment. "Hazz, don't you think we're going a bit fast? I mean, we met three days ago. And we've kissed, and you've come out. Isn't that a bit too much at once for you?" I wondered. He shifted uncomfortably, looking down at his hands. Even though his fingers were off screen, I could tell that he was probably playing with his ring. But why was he nervous?

"Um, Lou? There's something I have to say, kinda important." he murmured. Oh no. That tone of voice ... the way he wasn't making eye contact ... it was something big. Really big. "You see, when I met you? I was drunk, you know that. But the boys, they um, they dared me." he revealed. My stomach dropped, anticipating what was going to happen next. "And the dare was to, um, to get into a relationship with the first person you meet, like, on the street. And that person happened to be you." he explained. I swear, my world just crumbled. I took a deep breath. "So, you're telling me, that our relationship was based on a freaking dare?!" I growled. "No, well yes, but just listen–" I held my hand up, cutting him off. "No, you listen. I poured out my life, my personal feelings, to you. I showed you my cuts, something only Eleanor knows about. You kissed me, and it was all for some stupid dare?! You played with my heart, oh my God. I, I just, have no words to say to you right now." I hissed. He tried to talk, but before he could say anything, I hung up. Then I threw my phone against the wall, shattering the screen. Sobbing, I fell back onto my bed. I can't believe it, he used me. And I believed him.

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OMG ZAYN LEFT THE FREAKING BAND HOW COULD HE FUCKING DO THAT TO US I LOVE & HATE HIM SO MUCH I'M SO MAD AND SAD AND UGGGGHHHH...