Buy Me Purple Flowers First | L.S [REWRITING]

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"I can't believe you said that!" Harry yells at Louis as he walks with him behind the stage.

Louis ignores him as he can feel the quick steps of Harry on his heels. While he continues to walk in Liam's direction to ask when he can leave, Harry rolls his eyes. 

"You're acting like a child," Harry adds, trying to get his attention, "I was trying to help," 

At last, Louis arrives in front of Liam with Harry hot on his tail behind him. 

"Hi, Liam," Louis sighs. 

Liam looks up from his clipboard and meets Louis' eyes- before falling onto Harry's behind him. 

"Hello," He furrows his eyebrows, "You two okay?" 

Louis nods, and Harry scoffs. 

"Yes, we're fine," Louis hums, "Can we go now?" 

Liam looks down at the board and back up- confused but also a hint of relief on his face. 

"Yes- yes, of course," He nods. 

Harry rolls his eyes once more. 

"No driver?" Louis hums in response- thinking that there would be a driver they would have to wait for. 

Liam shakes his head. 

"No? Harry requested no driver?" Liam adds, confused, "That's why I was wondering why you guys were arguing?" 

Louis widens his eyes. 

"Yeah, before he started acting stuck up," Harry mumbles. 

Liam nods slowly. 

"Uh, okay- well, you two drive safe- It looks like I'll be too busy here to visit tonight," Liam murmurs. 

Louis' eyes drop. 

"Oh- Okay," He nods.

Harry waits for the two to finish their interaction.

"But I promise I'll visit tomorrow," He nudges Louis' arm ", even if it gets me fired." He chuckles. 

Louis smiles slightly. 

"Thanks, Liam," He replies. 

He nods and looks back down to the pieces of paper that are barely holding under the weight of the metal clip. Liam groans. 

"I'm so sorry-" He sighs towards the two, "Isabella- where the hell are the leads for the left speaker?" 

Louis chuckles as he watches Liam walk away towards a girl with her hair tied up into a ponytail. Her cheeks are flushed from running around the place, and her belt is slowly falling off her hips. Louis has a smile on his face until he turns around and faces Harry, whose expression is monotone and borderline angry. 

Louis barely rolls his eyes, and he pushes past his shoulder towards the direction of the metal doors that lead outside. He waits for Harry to catch up with his fast pace until they're standing directly in front of the door, and Harry pushes the handle for the right one to open. 

"Don't know how to open a door?" Harry scoffs.

Louis chuckles in disbelief. 

"I'm not the one getting paid to do it," Louis adds.

They both walk towards the car surrounded by barricades of fences and temporary black light-blocker sheets hung from tall poles. Through the sheets, they both can hear the endless sounds of screaming and flash photography- trying their hardest to catch a glimpse of the omega. Louis continues to spit angry remarks at Harry- just loud enough for the people on the other side of the fence to hear. The crowd erupts in a volume far too high for the two to hear what they're saying.