Chapter Thirteen

                                    

                                          
Hiiii :D So we said this chapter would take longer, but omg we didn't take longer? Just a few hours later than usual, hahaha. We started writing this on Thursday, it's Saturday and we're done, so yay c: Anyway, it's Chinese New Year tomorrow, and we do celebrate it, so yeah, happy CNY to all of you :D Even if you don't celebrate it, hope this update (although a bit short) is a good gift xD


                          

CHAPTER THIRTEEN
                          
It’s been a few days since that horrible encounter Harry and Louis had at the latter’s house, and it’s an understatement to say that Louis still feels bad about it. The truth is that he feels mean –guilty even– because firstly, he made Harry feel unwanted, and secondly, he didn’t finish all the lemon linguine. 
                          
Louis’ life has gotten to such a sad, sad stage, he thinks. He’s sprawled on the couch with his arm on his forehead, replaying his life over and over again in his mind. He feels like he should get over it, because he’s able to be a perfectly good guy, a perfectly good boyfriend, and a perfectly nice and loving one at that, right?
                          
Right, he’s capable of doing that, of course he is. He doesn’t know why he ever doubted himself anyway, because he’s Louis Tomlinson. He doesn’t doubt himself, he’s always right. It’s a silly reason, but it’s one that he always uses to convince himself.  
                          
Now that he’s finally convinced himself that he’s good (he’s surprised he managed to do it so quickly), that he’s going to be okay, he’s going to be able to go on that date with Harry without being such a worrywart. They’re going kite-flying, and since he’s okay now, Louis is really looking forward to it. They’re going to meet at the beach in about two hours, and then they’re going to have dinner at some really good seafood restaurant by the sea.
                          
It was Louis who had planned it, of course. After the lemon linguine incident, he can’t help but feel bad for under appreciating what Harry did for him. So now he’s taking him out as an apology. Maybe after this they’ll be fine again and maybe they’ll snuggle on the couch and watch movies and eat pizza and drink tea again. 
                          
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“You have to run with the kite or it’ll never fly I swear!” Harry yells across the beach, where Louis is determined to prove Harry wrong. He’s holding up his superman kite (he hopes no one judges him) behind him, waiting for some magical gust of wind to help his kite fly. He looks like an idiot, but really, neither of them have flown kites properly before.

  They’ve been trying for the past hour or so, poking fun at each other as they tried various ways to make their kites soar. It’s been fun, and not once has Louis thought about their problem –or mostly, just his own problem.
                          
A few seconds pass, and of course, there still isn’t that magical gust of wind, and Louis lets his arms fall to his sides in defeat. He just lost to Harry, and he’s sure he’s going to get some mocking remark from him. He does. “Looks like superman can’t fly anymore huh,” Harry says, grinning. “But that’s alright, I mean, it was expected.” He shrugs.
                          
Louis trudges over to Harry, head lowered in shame. When he gets to Harry, he lifts his head, a haughty expression now on his face. “How very dare you, Styles. I, for one, would like to see if your method works,” he sticks his nose in the air. Maybe acting like that will help him regain some of his pride and dignity. He prays and hopes that Harry’s kite doesn’t fly.
                          
“I’ll have you know that I am as good as a professional kite flyer,” Harry boasts teasingly, and his words contradict what he’d said earlier. “I’m rubbish at flying kites,” he’d said. 
                          
Harry unwinds the thread of his yellow, diamond-shaped kite and holds it out behind him. He kicks his shoes off and then he runs like a child running towards an ice-cream van. His kite is actually flying behind him. Louis curses. Harry keeps running, curls bouncing, and the kite flies even higher and steadier.