~*~ Louis ~*~
When Louis wakes up mid-morning, he picks up his phone to check the messages from last night. Having forgotten to charge it the night before last, his phone had died just after he got to the bar yesterday. When he finally rolled into the flat after work, he had put it on the charger and fell promptly asleep, too exhausted to do anything else.
There are no missed calls, thankfully; but he does have three unread texts.
The first one is from Temporary Fix.
Congratulations! Both parties have formally accepted. You will receive your match’s contact information under separate cover. We hope you have a fantastic time and look forward to assisting you again for your next Temporary Fix. If you have agreed to accommodate other needs, you will still be in the active list. We have blacked out the date(s) for the accepted event. If at any time you would like to request another fix or pause/remove yourself from our list, please don’t hesitate to let us know. It is our pleasure to assist you.
Louis smiles thinking about the glimpse of the lad he had seen in the split second before the chat closed. If that’s what he has to look forward to, then maybe this wouldn’t be so bad. He opens the second text. The email address and phone number for Harry blink back at him.
He saves the information in his contacts and opens the last text. Expecting it to be from Harry, he is surprised and a little disappointed to see it’s from Zayn telling him he wouldn’t make it to the bar and would be home before noon.
Louis debates texting Harry; but this is Harry’s request, and he isn’t really sure of the rules for this. He sighs. What the hell has he gotten himself into? It’s all Zayn’s fault. Before he can change his mind, he opens a new message and sends a text to Harry, short, sweet, and to the point.
Hi.
He tosses his phone onto the bed and gets up to make lunch. He is just pulling on joggers when Zayn enters the flat. “Lou?” his panicked voice rings into the flat.
Louis walks into the living room and takes in Zayn’s flustered state. “I’m here.”
“You didn’t respond last night. Is everything alright?” Concern remains etched into the creases at the corner of Zayn’s eyes.
“Yeah. My phone died, and I forgot to take my charger to the bar last night,” Louis says apologetically.
“I’ve told you about that,” Zayn chastises as relief blossoms over his features, erasing the previous anxiety.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m sorry. I know I suck.” Louis approaches him and pulls him into a hug. “Do you want anything for lunch? I was just about to make something.”
“Sounds good.”
After lunch, Louis grabs his phone from his room and joins Zayn on the couch to watch a movie before he has to leave for work.
“What do you want to watch?” Zayn asks, flipping to the Netflix homepage.
Resting his head in Zayn’s lap, he gets comfortable. “You choose, just nothing artsy fartsy.”
“Artsy farsty? Really?” Zayn shakes his head. “How about we start binging Buffy again?”
“Sure. Why not?”
