Rollercoaster

Pizza

Louis opened his phone to three missed calls and ten missed texts, all from the same person. He ignored them all and swiftly made his way through the all too familiar apartment complex towards his mate's flat.

"Fucking finally!" came a loud-and-proud Irish roar from the intercom after Louis pressed the buzzer for number 24. "Ever heard of a clock Tommo? Been waiting for ages!"

"Sorry, sorry," Louis groaned impatiently, "just let me in already, Niall." He walked up two flights of stairs and was met with a door held open by a bleached blond with tomato sauce on his chin.

"What took so long man?" the lad mumbled through a bite of pizza.

"Got held up at the library," Louis sighed , shoving past his friend and flicking off his shoes.

"How does one get held up at a library," Niall scoffed after swallowing the fist-sized bite in his mouth.

"Doesn't fucking matter, lets just eat," the lad replied, sitting himself down on Niall's crumb-adorned couch and grabbing a slice of pepperoni pizza from the box on the coffee table. The blonde shrugged and plomped down next to him, swiftly reaching down for yet another pizza slice and gracefully popping it into his mouth. The two sat in silence for a while, the only sound in the room being the quiet murmer of football from the telly and the aggressive munching sounds from a famished Tomlinson with his ride-or-die Horan pal.

"Y'know Ms Salmon I was telling you about the other day," Niall mumbled, breaking their peaceful silence. Louid grunted in responce. "She's done it again, told us this morning that we got some massive assessment bullshit tomorrow, no fucking time to prepare."

"Shouldn't you be revising for that then," Louis scoffed.

"What a man should do and what a man does, two very different things, Tommo," he chuckled. Louis shook his head, laughing at the bloke's always-extra-prepared attitude that most definitely will help him get through uni.

Several more slices of pizza, two more goals and an hour of friendly chatter later, Niall got up to take a piss (and probably wank off due to the look on his face after he recieved a special text from a special someone), leaving Louis alone on the couch. This was the perfect opportunity to search up Harry on every social media website he has installed without a blonde peeping over his shoulder and asking a thousand questions.

It didn't take an awfully long time to find @Harry_Styles1994 on instagram; Louis scrolled through the several random posts the lad had up on his page. Two of them were just pictures of random flower fields, another a picture of three boys all holding fishing lines and grinning, and the last few being random day outs with people who looked like Harry's best friends. The post that really caught Louis' eye however was a post captioned,
"Cannot believe this is all finally happening. Wouldn't have done it without my best mates and everyone's support. Thank you all for coming and for everything you've done for us, I love you all so much!!"

Louis quizzically scrolled between the two pictures that were in the post, one of Harry with his four friends, the same brunette Louis had caught Harry talking to in the library, a tall blonde girl, a boy with lavender-purple spikey hair and another boy with dark hair and an eyebrow piercing. The blonde girl and the dyed-haired boy were both holding guitars whilst the darker boy stuck up two drumsticks in the air, as if he was about to throw them. Harry stood in the middle, and there was something about the way he stood with his chest puffed and heart-stealing grin that suggested he was the vocalist. They were standing on sort of a platform, though it was hard to tell how high it was and all three of them were grinning so hard that their cheeks were on the brink of bursting.

The second picture was Harry on his own, a close up of his perfectly structured face. He had a microphone gripped close to his face and his hair was held back by a purple bandana. The light was catching onto his lip ring, reflecting straight into the part of the photo that most definitely swept Louis of his feet, his eyes. Flecks of multiple shades of emerald piercing through the phone, constrasting perfectly against the dark surroundings. Louis realised that the photo must've been taken by a professional photographer rather than a zoom in from a phone as the shadows on Harry's sculpted face fell perfectly, and every detail was clearly crafted in such a way that it highlighted his best features. Nevertheless, Louis was stunned.

"Whatcha staring at, Tommo," rang a loud voice through the silence, causing a slight gasp to slip through Louis' lips. The lad shrugged and closed his phone, slipping it back into his pocket. "Come on lad, the last time you looked like that was when I dared Cal to give Mick a lap dance."

"It's nothing, I swear," he lied, standing and brushing the pizza crumbs off his trousers and shirt. Niall walked towards him, kept walking towards him, didn't stop walking towards him until Louis was practically shoved back against the wall staring straight into a set of piercing blue eyes with specks of yellow. Louis gasped as Niall's face was suddenly pressed so close to his, not even noticing the sneaky slip of a hand into his back pocket. Just as quickly as Niall approached, he pulled away cackling, gripping Louis' phone in his left hand, leaving a red faced Louis standing in utter shock and embarrassment.

"Works every time," the Irish lad chuckled, typing in a difficult password and unlocking Louis' phone.

A/N: yooooo how is everyoneeeeeeee
Yeah okay beat me up i spent way too long delaying that im sorry im so shit at updating i promise i have a good plot i just dont have time to write it.
Didn't proof read so sorry if theres mistakes this one kinda sucks i just finished writing it on a 15 hour coach back to UK so thats funnnn

Edit: forgot to add a charactwr so im sorry if u get confused later oops

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