It felt simply amazing kissing Louis. His lips were soft and he didn't slobber all over me like some boys do. He was the perfect gentleman and a great kisser.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and absentmindedly ran my fingers through his hair. It was soft and the perfect length that I liked. Everything about him I liked, the way he was softly rubbing my shoulder with his thumb, the way he was silly but also the way he was protective of me. There was a lot of things I didn't know about him, but what I do know, I like.

There was a scraping noise, kind of like a fork on paper, and a quiet grumble. Louis pulled himself from my arms and looked up. There was a figure standing at the arch between the living room and the kitchen.

"Harry, what the hell are you doing?" Louis asked angrily.

So the figure was Harry. The lights were dimmed and my eyes had been closed so long I couldn't see as well yet.

"I'm eating and looking at the fire. What the hell does it look like?" Harry said nonchalantly.

I was extremely embarrassed. Had Harry been there the whole time?

"Are you done now? Why don't you make yourself scarce and go the hell away?" Louis was angry, I could tell.

Harry looked at his feet. "I'm sorry Lou." He left guiltily. Why he was watching, I wasn't sure, but it made me feel uncomfortable.

"I am so sorry Penelope." Louis took my hand again. "I have no idea why he was there. I don't think he was there for very long."

"It's getting late. I think you should take me home."

"Are you sure? I'm really sorry about him, really, I am." And he did look sorry.

"I have to work tomorrow, and get more studying in."

"I'm sorry about Harry."

"It's not about Harry," I smiled, trying to make him feel better. "I promise. It really is getting late."

He got up and pulled me up with him. He pulled me to him and gave me a soft kiss. "I really like you. I just hope I didn't ruin our first date."

I bit my lip. "Don't worry. I still like you."

Louis drove me home steering with one hand and holding my own with his other hand. It was almost midnight and quiet in the streets. When we got to my apartment, he walked the four flights of stairs with me to my door. He put his arm around my waist pulling me to him and kissing me on the lips.

I pulled him to me as close as possible, wrapping my arms around his neck again and leaning on my door. I smiled while I kissed him, kissing him like a teenager in high school, not wanting the night to be over.

We had to have been there for at least twenty minutes kissing before I pulled away. He smiled down at me before saying, "It's getting late, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," I said almost disappointed. I didn't want this to end but it had to.

"Will you call me tomorrow? I can come over and help you study if you'd like."

I laughed. "I'll call you, I promise."