loucifer ✔

thirty

Louis couldn't make it past lunch, he knew there was only two blocks left but he didn't want it, he wanted to go home. When Louis walked out the school it was exactly three thirty.

He paced back and forth outside of the school, tugging at his hair, biting his lip so hard that his pink lipstick smeared on his teeth.

"fuck, fuck, fuck." Louis mumbled just as Harry pulled up, looking like one of those cool guys from an 80's movie with his little sunglasses on.

Harry rolled down the window and looked at Louis with a small smile, "you're gonna stand there?" He asked, tilting his head down to show his eyes, Louis couldn't help but to smile at his boyfriend.

"so basic." He chuckled before sighing, he got in the car and was welcomed in with a kiss on the cheek.

"any reason you needed me to get you early?" Harry asked, driving out of the parking lot.

"I need to talk with someone." Louis said, yawning.

"who?" Harry questioned, staring straight ahead.

"somebody." Louis chuckled remembering the text he got from Harry, "hey who did you see this morning?"

"oh that Liam guy. He was with some girl"

"I didn't text him last night." said Louis with raised eyebrows.

"shit, I thought that was him." Harry mumbled.

"you're slow." Louis laughed

Harry chuckled and turned up the radio, tapping his finger on the steering wheel, stopping at a red light.

"Footballer, Niall Horan, co-captain of the Doncaster Rovers was just reported seriously injured at practice today.." The radio personality said, Harry groaned and turned down the radio.

"Harry!" Louis shouted, wide eyeing him.

"that's not my team, I don't care." Harry shrugged.

"yeah, but that's mines." Louis responded, turning the radio back up.

"Injuries are not that severe, they say its just a sprained ankle, he's still here in Redditch at a private hospital where he's getting taken care of." Harry changed the station and Louis looked at Harry.

"we are not going." Harry said, somehow knowing that Louis wanted to see the co-captain.

"Harry, please." Louis pouted .

"No."

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With very much of convincing from Louis the couple ended up driving all the way down south and in the parking lot of Leighton Hospital.

the security weren't easy to convince either.

"I hope he never plays again." Harry grumbles as he holds Louis' hand, walking down the quiet halls that reeked a smell of bleach and rubbing alcohol.

"be nice." Louis said, snapping his head towards Harry.

"he's the reason why we didn't make it to championships, he's not even from London, period!" Harry ranted, rolling his eyes. Louis looked down and started to silently laugh at his partner, "it's not funny, he should be back in Ireland." Harry grumbled for the hundredth time they've been here.

"they said room 331." Louis said, counting each door in the 300's carefully. Harry rolled his eyes once again checked his phone.

Louis stopped walking and stood in front of the door he was looking for, he looked back at Harry who didn't give a shit and then knocked on the door with a deep breath.