Seven Minutes in Heaven [Larry Stylinson] {Completed}

Chapter Seven.

Louis' P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open.

Harry was lying on me, resting his head on my chest.

He was curled up in a ball, like a frightened child.

Then again, he is a frightened child.

If he was awake he would kill me from down-sizing his masculinity. Ha, oh well.

His dark eyelashes rested gently on his cheek.

Curls spread across my bare chest.

I noticed that he kicked the duvet down to our feet.

He must freezing. My arms around his waist the only thing giving him warmth.

Calvin Klein boxers clinging to his waist perfectly. If only they would- Slow down there, Lou.

So much for ignoring him, huh?

I unwrapped myself from him. Instantly, I was missing his warmth. I covered him back up, and jumped down from the bunk.

Today, I face Heather. After throwing on my clothes, and fixed my hair, I decided to eat something.

The oven clock shone 11:30 in neon green.

What time am I meeting Heather?

Why is it so quiet?

My phone buzzed.

Twitter (1)

New Messages (1)

I checked the messages.

Niall: Hey zayn liam n me r in the hot tub when you and harry are done come join? :D

That boy has no grammar.

To Niall: Meeting Heather at Starbucks. Sorry bro.

Now moving on to Twitter....

Heather_Tommo01: Hey Louis. I'm so stupid. Um, we never set a time. Do you think we could meet there at 12?

I glanced at the clock again, 11:45.

Well, time flies.

Louis_Tomlinson: See you there!

Time to pick a disguise.

I put a jumper on and yanked the strings.

My phone went off.

Niall: Boo youre no fun.

I smiled at my phone.

I called Billy and he knocked on our door 5 minutes later.

"Hi Billy. Um, could you take me to Starbucks?"

"Sure. Let's go."

I climbed in his sleek car, and drummed my fingers on the dashboard.

^v^v^v^v^v^

I slid out of his car, thanking him.

My phone told me it was 11:59 so she should be here anytime.

Just then, she walked in, wearing tennis shoes, knee socks, and a football jersey.

Sure enough, it had a 01 on it.

"Tommo?" She asked.

Smart lass.

"Let's go." I took her hand and lead her out of Starbucks.

"So where is the field?"

"It's a 2 minute walk." She sighed.

"And your dad owns it?"