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Harry sits in his cozy bedroom, reminiscing his child hood memories. He remembers the very first time he met Niall and Louis. The lonely lad was sitting away from all the other children, isolating himself.
Harry was a shy Cheshire boy. He didn't talk much and no one seemed to noticed him. Except for Louis Tomlinson. Louis noticed Harry. He saw the sad boy sitting in a small corner of the classroom. Louis, being the loud and obnoxious boy he was, went up to young Harry.
"Hello, I am Louis tomlininson!" Louis couldn't pronounce his name right at that age.
"Hi." Harry said above a whisper.
"Aren't you going to tell me your name?" Louis smiled encouragingly.
"I am Harry."
"Want to go chase girls with us?" Louis asked Harry, while pointing out his best friend Niall.
"No thank you." Harry didn't like little girls that much. They were squeaky and loud.
"We can race cars," Louis suggested. Harry shook his head. Louis began to think of things Harry might like to do, but gave up all too quickly. "What do you like to do?"
"I like to play with my cat Dusty."
"Where's Dusty?"
"At home."
Harry chuckled at how silly he and Louis was.
Niall wasn't so much Harry's favourite person. Niall called Harry a sissy for a long time. Or girly. Harry didn't like those names. Louis stood up for Harry for the majority of the time. Niall and Harry soon became friends after Niall apologised.
They were three close friends. Louis and Harry were a slight bit closer. They always would be.
"What are you doing?" Louis broke Harry from his thoughts.
"N-nothing, why?" Harry blushed deeply.
"I found two fit ladies."
"You know I don't like going on dates." 'With girls.' Harry wanted to add, but stopped himself.
"You are going to like them." Louis tried convincing Harry.
"I think I'll stay here."
"The one I've got dibs on wont go with me unless I have a fit mate to go with her friend." Louis complained.
Harry blushed at Louis' compliment. "Ask Niall, yeah?" Harry became irritated. The thought of squeaky and shrieking girls was repulsive. Even the prettiest ones were unattractive to young Harry. Harry wasn't bothered by it, he just thought it was a part of puberty. He was only fifth teen, and his body was changing. Soon he will like girlsc just not now.
"Please mate."
"No, Louis."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
Harry groans at his loss. "Fine, Louis, I will go. But only because you are going."
Harry wears his white V neck and black ripped skinny jeans. He lossened his shoe strings up a bit and laced them on.
The seventeen year old Louis starts the ignition of the vehicle. Louis became perplexed by Harry's distaste of girls. He doesn't remember Harry ever being infatuated with a female.
"How comes you haven't had a girlfriend, Harry? You aren't ugly."
Harry blushed at the comment. "I don't like girls very much." He admitted.
"You like boys then?" Louis implied with a slight touch of disgust.
"N-no!" Harry's face becomes the reddest it has in over two hours.
"Good." Louis pats Harry's shoulder. Harry again can't stop his blush from creeping up his neck to his face. "Here we are!" Louis smiled as wide as possible. Harry's face fell.
Harry exhaled deeply and created the two annoying ladies. Harry would have thought they were attractive if they didn't cake their face in makeup. Why do girls even wear makeup? They were perfect the way the are right? That's how God had created them.
"I'm Emily, and this is my friend Madison!" One of the short-wearing-skirted girls greeted Harry. Harry was repulsed by their clothing. These girls didn't have the decency to cover themselves. Louis didn't seem to mind though. In fact, Louis had looked beyond satisfied.
"I'm Harry." The fifth teen year old boy moped.
"Harold, is such a pretty name!" What was her name? Madison? Madison commented on Harry's originated name.
Harry hated being called 'Harold.' It made him sound old and wrinkly. Harold was an adult name. Harry fitted much better.
"Please, call me Harry." Harry plastered on his fake smile, hoping that will get him by through the rest of the night.
Twenty agonising minutes later, Madison clung onto Harry's arm. It was like Harry was catnip while Madison was the cat. Whenever Harry moved, Madison was right there.
Harry couldn't call Madison 'Madi', it was too 'common.'
Madison would only refer to Harry as 'Harold' because it "Sounds much better than plain Harry." Harry took great offense to that.
Louis was a happy lad. Emily talked about her day. Her aunt was moving to a town over. Her kitten recently passed away.
Honestly, Harry didn't give a damn if Emily's great grandma rose from the dead.
But Louis was happy and that made Harry happy.
Harry and Louis told the girls about the time Louis dared Harry to eat a grasshopper, Harry ate the insect because of course, it made Louis smile. And Louis' smile gave Harry a warm feeling.
Louis drove Harry home. Harry was relieved that he survived the night without being rude to the ladies.
"How was your date?!" Anne, Harry's mum asked a bit too excited.
"M'tired." Harry stalked to his room, ignoring his mums saddened expression on her face. He jumpe on his bed and thought.
Thinking was Harry's worst enemy. He could for minutes or hours at a time. He could think about good things. He can think about negative things. The negative thing mostly occurred inside his brain.