Styles Sense (h.s)

CHAPTER 8

PLAY AT CAR SCENE !!!

MAYAS POV~

I left the building with Louis waiting for Harry at the bottom of the hotel.

Paris was bright with lights.

And ridiculously hot even at night.

We had exactly three days before Harry's first show and I was still confused.

I was phone less, motherless, and alone.

I noticed Louis was anxious. He flickered his eyes onto mine before scratching the back of his head.

Something he does frequently I've noticed.

His feet lightly patted against the cobblestone path.

Thump thump thump thump.

"Louis are you okay?" I ask with compassion but slightly because the repetition of the tapping was aggravating. 

"No."

I was not expecting that.

The tapping gets louder.

Something must really be wrong for Louis to admit to a girl he's known for little time that something was bothering him.

"What's wrong?"

I reach my hand onto his muscular tattooed arm. Squeezing at him to show him I care.

"Can't tell you that now can I love."

I pout my lips at him. Knowing he won't be able to resist.

He rolls his head back and groans. Before turning his head back down to me.

Success.

I smirk at the view of helpless Louis giving in to my pouts.

"Oh fuck you. Harry is gonna murder me..."

Before he can finish his sentence Harrys deep voice cuts him off.

Shit.

Louis flinches at Harry's presence and jumps back. He immediately raises his finger to his mouth signaling for me to be quiet.

I nod at Louis briefly before shifting towards Harry's intimidating frame.

Thank god Harry didn't hear that because he would have beat the shit out of Louis.

But more importantly what did Louis need to say?

"Ready to go?" The familiar voice says.

I have gone into electric shock.

Harry was dressed in a neon green tight shirt. Revealing his glowing chest. Along with it he wore sparkly black pants and neon sunglasses. To top off the outfit he wore a pearl necklace matched with diamond green earrings.

He looked so fake.

His outfit was the complete opposite of who he is. And what bothered me the most was people fell for this shit. Including me less than 24 hrs ago.

This Ass hole was wearing a very small pin on his vibrant shirt. Which read the sweet words of treat people with kindness.

Ironic.

I lean against the hot, heat absorbing  convertible. Feeling my arms warm at the touch.

I roll my eyes at Harry's appearance of innocence and compassion.