Perfect (L.S)

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PILLOWTALK by ZAYN.

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He considered the cup, confused. Harry laughed at Louis' blank stare and ended the silence. "Take it."

He accepted the cup and took a sip. "Why don't you want it?"

"I'm done."

"Fuckin' lightweight." Louis smirked. The bitterness of the wine wafted around his mouth, all he could taste was bitter, bitter wine. It was disgusting. Bitter. Bitter. Bitter.

"I'm not," he slurred. "Just don't wanna be too drunk."

"Why?" Louis leaned back. He downed most of it.

Both of the boys were intensely drunk, and equally surprised that neither of them had thrown up already. Louis' tipsy brain was foggy and clouded with stupid thoughts. At this point, he'd do anything for a cheap thrill.

Harry didn't have an answer, just left him with somewhat-awkward silence.

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The scent of recycled air and tired flight attendants made the cabin smell like an Amazon box. The alcohol was beginning to hit full-swing, so the arguments stopped. They both sat and sipped their wines without a word. It was bliss.

The recurring silence was broken by Louis, yet again, in a slurring voice. "I thought you said you were done."

"We're changing flights soon." Harry answered. "We need to finish it. Or we'll get in trouble."

This sparked a panic in Louis' mind. Oh shit, they're gonna get caught.

His eyes lowered to the bag of empty bottles. A hot, embarrassing heat traveled up his spine. Searching for a place to hide them wasn't the easiest task, considering they were in a small, isolated first class cabin. Originally, he assumed there would be a bunch of spots, but sadly, not.

Whatever.

Personally, Louis wasn't exactly giddy about hiding the drinks or having a layover in Dublin, but here we go.

Almost like clockwork, as soon as Harry gave the all-clear that he had hidden the bottles (a meek thumbs up, which looked oddly hot. Maybe because his hands just look weird and...vein-y? He can't describe it), there was an announcement telling all passengers to get back in their seats for landing.

Louis rose from his lighthouse-like position, second guessing everything.

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"Honestly, you just gotta sit back for a minute and realize, 'holy shit, I'm going to fuckin' Los Angeles.'" Louis exclaimed . A breath of cold air reached his lungs for the first time in a while. It felt like the first breath of fresh morning mist; you can smell the dewdrops sitting on each blade of grass in someone's newly mowed lawn.

Of course, Ireland does that to you. It's re-centering, almost. But his drunk haze was cut off like a record scratch. Louis' slight smile was met with a look of annoyance from the boy next to him. "Are you seriously making small talk with me?"

See, Harry is the reason Louis wishes he stayed home watching porn and thinking about what his friends are doing in another fucking continent. He sucked in a breath.

"Seriously, Harry?"

I was only being nice.

"We're not even fighting."

Get a life, Haz.

"Be happy for once."

I hope you suffer in silence.

"Can you manage that?"

You're a piece of shit. Die.

"Whatever."

Suck it, Lou.

You're an asshole.

He turned his head back to the window. The ground was nearing. He wasn't exactly happy with the layover, but it is what it is. Today's weird.

He turned on his phone to see if he had any signal. Two bars. Happily, he turned on data roaming. Thank God for unlimited.

Typed out a text. Deleted it. Typed out another text. Deleted it. Wrote it again. Butterflies. Deleted it. Grew a pair. Sent it.

Louis: heyyy. so i was wondering when we land in los angeles we could go out to a restaurant? if we're allowed to.

Eleanor ♡: Who is this?

Louis: its louis tomlinson.

Eleanor: Ok

Damn.

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heyyyy!!! it's jules :3 we're back again with another chapter bc i don't wanna face my actual love life (messy summer crush likes me back and idk how to take it now it's fall and im over him)

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