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. “Hey” I say hoping he will see me. “ He turns and damn,he looks good. “Oh, hey mate,” Louis says. “How are you?” I ask. “I’m good, you?” he says now turned fully toward me. “Well considering I just ate, I’m doing okay,” I say realising how awkward it is. “Louis!” We both look and see Lottie right behind him. “Oh hey lottie.” I say smiling. “Hi harry!” Lottie says in an excited tone and grabs my arm. Me and Lottie start talking when someone grabs her by the waist and scares her. “OH MY GOD NIALL!” she turns and hits him, “WHY DID YOU DO THAT!” she hits him again but softly. “Wait, so how do yall know each other? Niall asks. “Oh we met-” Lottie starts but I interrupt her, “I’m friends with her brother.” As I say that Lottie smiles, “Yeah, friends” she said in a suspicious voice. “What, we are?” I say as I walk over to Louis and wrap my arms around him, “Right?” Looking at him. He just looks at me and just smiles “No, we aren’t” he says, “We’re besties” he hugs me back. “That's the gayest shit I’ve ever seen.” Gemma says, “And I live with him.” “The fuck that suppose to me”, I say letting go of Louis and grab Gemma.” I should tell mom to kick you out.” “But you’ll get lonely,” she says, trying not to laugh. “Aww,” I say as I hug her around the neck, tight. “Gem, you’re so sweet!” She tries to push me away but it’s not working. “HARRY! LET GOO” She yells. “Oh my god, such a baby.” I say as I let go. “I’m literally older than you.” She said as she fixed her hair. “Okay, and?” Put this in the other persons pov

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I arrive at school early, needing coffee to wake up. At the café, I’m surprised when Lottie approaches me. “Hey, you’re the guy who was MVP for the game on Saturday, right?” she asks. “Oh uh, yeah,” I reply, and then she asks me something unexpected. “So, I’m sorry if this is weird to ask but are you gay?” I’m taken aback. “Depends, who’s asking?” Louis’s name lingers in my mind. “Me, I need to know if I need to protect you from people,” she says confidently. “Protect me from who?” I ask, intrigued. “The hetero’s,” she replies, and I can’t help but laugh. “Yeah, you can do that, I’m sick of them anyway,” I say, thinking of Louis. Put this in the other persons pov