"No," said Louis quickly. Very quickly. "I mean, no, um. I wasn't hoping to..."
Trying to act like there was never anything going on.
Guilt settled into the pit of Louis' stomach. He should have known. He shouldn't have just taken Callum's word for it. Charlie was his uncle, and Louis had been snogging his boyfriend!
"I may have run into him on Friday night," he admitted without thinking, and a slight blush crept onto his cheeks.
Not only was Louis Weasley not a good liar, but he pretty much wore every emotion on his sleeve. It was terribly inconvenient.