inspirations // harry styles

chapter twenty-eight // all or nothing.

Harry's POV

Music blasts loudly from the stereo in the living room as Louis and I get ready for tonight. After Tyler took one look at Louis in his messy state, he practically threw us out of the studio and agreed that a night out, having some fun was needed.

"I'm gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket!" I sing along to Louis and my latest jam, 'Thrift Shop' by Macklemore. Surprisingly, it was Tea who told us about that song. It was her ringtone and she said that she and Olivia listen to it to get pumped up.

She was right. I can feel the excitement growing inside as I throw on a fresh pair of jeans and a tank-top that shows off my tattoos. I slip on a snap-back over my curls, since they're being especially unmanageable today.

I glance out of my room as Louis twerks down the hall, looking rather dapper himself. He's wearing a simple black v-neck with his signature red pants. Instead of wearing his hair swept to the side like he usually does, it's up and messier.

I'm glad the lads and I get to take Louis out. First of all, it's been awhile since we've gone out period. Since we're in LA, we were hoping we'd be able to party it up all the time, but I think we've gone out only a few times. And secondly, Louis is already starting to cheer up. All in all, it's for the greater good.

I hear my phone ring from inside my tight jeans pocket. The downside of tight jeans is that I never can get anything out of them. After finally slipping it out, I see it's Olivia and I answer it as fast as I can.

"Hey there, beautiful," I answer, shutting my bedroom door so I can be heard over the loud music blaring from the speakers in the living room.

"Thrift Shop! I love that song!" She says rather excitedly, "Are you at the club already?" She questions, talking rather loudly. I can tell she's nervous already.

"Nope, Lou and I are just getting ready," I explain, not wanting to talk about me at all, "Are you ready for your big night; that's the real question," I grin, sitting down on my bed.

I gave Olivia Ed's number - which I warned her should be used sparingly, knowing her history of fangirling - and told her to call him and talk to him about meeting up. She then called me back panicking because Ed's manager Stuart wanted to meet her tonight.

Now she's at Tea's house, practicing like a mad-women, preparing for their little performance. I tried telling her she has nothing to worry about. There's no doubt in me that they're going to love her.

"Stop!" She whines in the phone, "I called you to distract myself. I'm gonna vomit all over the place, I swear to all things holy," She sounds just as panicked as she did when I talked to her earlier.

"Darling, you have nothing to worry about. Literally nothing at all," I chuckle, finding her incredibly adorable when she's nervous.

"Tell Harry that's easy for him to say because he's sexy and has a penis; the only requirements for success these days!" I can hear Tea shouting in the background.

I throw my head back with laughter. I can definitely see why Tea and Olivia are friends. From the few times I've talked with her, they seem very much alike.

"Oh shit! Oh shit! Ed's beeping in. He said he'd call when we can head on over," She shouts as if she were going to die of a panic attack right there.

"You'll do great! You're amazing! I'll call you when I can to see how it went!" I quickly shout into the phone before she hangs up, not being able to think straight. She did the same thing earlier.

I push my phone back into my pocket just in time for my door to be slammed open. I jump as Zayn and Niall race into my room, Niall on Zayn's back. They both look extremely ready to go out and get rowdy.