That Love ➳ l.t.&e.c.

19. That Arguement

Louis' POV 

"Wait, wait, wait," Harry laughs at me, sitting up straight, well as straight as you can in a beanbag, "You did what?"

I lay down, back first, on my bed, chucking a small bouncy ball up in the air, "I kissed her," I shrug,

"So you were well pissed off at her, yeah? So you brought her into the alley, why?"

"Because," I say, leaning up on my elbows, "I didn't want anyone to see my exploding at her, which I did,"

"Right, okay, so you bring her back into this alley, you get pissed off, you back her up into the wall, pin her there and then you kiss her?" Harry asks

I nod, "Yeah,"

"So then she pushed you off, spewed some crap about relationships, what'd you do?"

"I told her to shut up so I could kiss her," I shrug

"And what'd she do? Just shut up and kiss you?"

"Pretty much," I laugh, shrugging

"Tongue?" Harry asks, suddenly serious

I nod

"Nice, so what do you do now?"

"What do you mean?" I ask, my eyebrows knitted as I look at Harry in confusion

"What do you do now? Do you go back to pretending you hate her?"

I furrow my brows, biting my lip as I try and think,

"I don't know," I frown

"I say hating her," Harry says, leaning back against the wall,

"But she kissed me back, that must mean something?" I question

"Dude, girls are complicated, like cupcakes,"

I laugh at that, causing Harry to give me a dirty look,

"I'm sorry," I say, stifling my laughs, "So go on, how are girls complicated like cupcakes?"

"I give you and amazing looking cupcake, yeah? You go to take a bite but I tell you to stop, telling you to wait until tomorrow, what do you get?"

"A mouldy cupcake in the morning," I laugh

He rolls his eyes at me, "Wrong answer, you want it even more, you are craving that cupcake, so when you're given permission to eat it, you savor it," 

"So keep pretending to hate her, then what?"

"You said she's tutoring you?" Harry asks

I nod, "I know that look Styles, what are you thinking?

"I have a plan...." Harry grins at me

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Eleanor's POV

I walk to my locker as everyone files out of the school, joyous that Monday is finally over. I grab my chemistry book and a few others, before locking my locker, only to receive a heart attack from Louis, leaning against the locker beside mine, a bored look on his face as he glares at me, stonily, making me feel quite uncomfortable.

"You never told me where we were studying," he says, bored

"Uh, where do you want to study?" I ask, shoving the books that will fit in my cream knitted shoulder bag, and the ones that won't, I carry in the crook of my arm. I look up at him with big eyes, "Louis?" I ask softly

"I don't give two shits, Eleanor, I don't want to do this so where we do it doesn't make a blind bit of difference," he snaps back, glaring at me

"Oh ehm okay well we could go to Starbucks?"