Barricade Bunny

CHAPTER TEN: BLACK CARD

Louis stretches and lets out a kitten-like yawn; feeling warm and cosy, he bundles his nose against the scent of vanilla, enjoying the summer feeling coursing through his nostrils. The reminder of calmer days and chance encounters. He thinks over what his next day consists of. The things he needs to achieve to at least feel semi-productive.

"SHIT!"

Louis sits bolt upright, tearing himself from sleep like the house is on fire. He can't see anything around him in the dark of the night. Scrambling for his bedside lamp, Louis desperately searches for his phone, needing to grasp the time to know how fucked he is.

*3 missed text messages*

1.32am.

Well, that is another night Louis isn't working. Another night of the possibility of not buying a tour ticket. Louis feels disappointed in himself, but he also needs that sleep, and to counteract the missed night of working for the club, he can up his content for his subscribers for the week. This night can't get much worse. Stumbling down the hallway, louis makes his way to the kitchen in search of food and a strong cup of Yorkshire, only to discover his milk has gone off, and he's out of tea bags.

Putting on his shoes, Louis grabs his keys and heads out the door. If he plans on making content, he will need that Yorkshire. Walking to the 24-hour convenience store down the road from his apartment Louis realises he left his phone at home. He wonders if Harry replied. God, if only Lottie knew he was texting harry styles whenever he felt like annoying someone. She would have a fit to know all the secrets louis kept from her. Maybe hell, tell her everything one day when she matures a little.

Walking straight to the most essential things, Louis grabs the most oversized box of Yorkshire they offer, a bottle of milk, and some extra cereal. He grabs a new bottle of flavoured lube just because he feels like it. He laughs at what an odd combination of purchases this is. Random for almost 2am on a random weekday. Thank God for self-service because there is no way he could show his face to a cashier when he doesn't even know how he looks.

Scanning and bagging the items, louis reaches for his wallet and panics. He realises his mistake just as the cashier starts heading his way. Thinking quickly, he unzips the hoodie's pocket and swipes the card he knew would never decline. He feels a bit shit about it, but he'll figure it out. Man has to do what a man needs to do for a box of tea. Louis quickly grabs his things, and speed walks home to find his phone for the second time since he woke up.

Approaching his bedroom, Louis can hear his phone ringing, and since it's the middle of the night, he panics. No one calls this late unless they are drunk, or someone is dead. It's a weekday, so the likely hood of it being bad news rises. He rushes over to his phone, and without checking caller ID, he answers slightly out-breath,

L- Hello?

H- I didn't think you were serious about the house or the money. Why did I get a notification that my black card was used in the middle of the night after you told me you found the pockets?

L- I can explain.

H- Oh, this better be good. I still need to find out your name, and now you are spending my money without asking.

L- Okay. It's 2am, Harry. I meant to nap for five minutes after I texted you; now it's the middle of the night, and I wanted tea. I was out of tea, and the milk was sour, so I went to the store, forgot my wallet and realised I was wearing your hoodie, so I used the card I knew was in the pocket. I'm sorry, I can pay you back. I just really needed tea.

H- You were wearing my hoodie.

L- That's all you fucken took from my explanation? Egotistical dickhead.

H- That's not very nice, considering I saved you from going without tea. I must say your store has expensive tea, though. That charge is more than just tea bags and milk.

L- Um, right, yeah. I needed a few other things too.

H- Since I'm an egotistical dickhead let me guess. A magazine with my face on it and a bottle of lube to use while reading the magazine.

L- Um, minus the magazine, you are pretty close.

H- Oh. Sorry, that's none of my business. Since I've got you on the phone and you know why I want my hoodie back, can we meet to get the card and key back?

L- What's in it for me, bigshot?

H- *sigh* Everyone is always the same. Asking for something, what do you want?

L- I was joking, but I'm keeping them both for that. Bye, popstar.

Louis does feel bad for spending Harry's money and then being rude and hanging up. However, he's still a jerk in Louis' eyes and is doing nothing to change that opinion. Louis will enjoy having the black card while he still has access to it. His next mission is to find out what the key is for; maybe it's a private house or a warehouse where he keeps his favourite fans. Or better yet, perhaps it's a mirror house where Harry goes to stare at himself and think how handsome he is. Now that Louis has thought about it, he can't stop.

L- Give me the address for the key.

H- No.

L- Fuck you; I promise I'll find it. Thanks for the unlimited bank account xx

H- Don't go crazy (:

Louis's jaw is on the floor. Did Harry just permit him to use his black card as long as he doesn't go crazy? Goodbye only fans, hello black card.

The tour just became so much more enjoyable.