Perfect (L.S)

10.

yo my fuckin crush asked me out and i said yes but now everything is awkward. anyways, enjoy this new chapter while i contemplate what life is!!!

i'm writing this in science like a baddieeee

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"Oh, thank God." Harry unbuckled himself. He practically leapt out of his seat with his bags in his arms.

On his right side, was a daydreaming Louis. His mind was still reeling with thoughts mainly derived of Eleanor. He was staring at his phone, waiting for an answer.

He was mildly disappointed that she didn't have his number saved, but it's whatever. People are like that.

Suddenly, the landing announcement threw him out of his daze.

Thank you for joining us on this flight today, we have now arrived at the gate. It was a pleasure being your captain on this flight to Ireland. For those joining us on the connecting flight to Los Angeles, I can't wait to take you. To those who aren't joining us, I hope you had a wonderful flight, I hope to see you again soon. Thank you for choosing British Airlines.

Like clockwork, Mrs. Cline sent out a text message to the Graduating Years Los Angeles Trip🌎 just as the flight attendants popped in to tell them to get ready to leave. Louis exited the cabin, leaving the door open for Harry. He looked around for anything that they might've left behind. After he was satisfied with his look-through, he followed. They grabbed their things and stood in the hall.

Louis checked his phone to read the message that Mrs. Cline had sent.

Mrs. Cline 💩: Attention travelers! Welcome to Ireland. Please don't leave the aircraft until we come to get you.

Mr. Flaming🔥: We will be moving each iMessage group chat into one massive one on WhatsApp shortly. Please download the app whilst waiting for us. See everyone soon!!

Surprisingly, all 32 students in his text group had iPhones. He clicked on the App Store and downloaded the app. He always hated WhatsApp. Probably because his relatives would call him non-stop. Thank God for the block button.

Harry was doing the same with his phone. For some reason, he held the phone screen away from Louis. He adjusted his position away from him. Plus, he had a privacy screen. What was there so much to hide?

Anyways.

First class was called to leave. They stayed in the cabin Mr. Fleming came to get them. "Hi, boys! How was the flight?" 

"It was alright," Harry shrugged. Louis winked at him slightly. It was actually a little better than alright, he'd say he's satisfied with the alcohol coursing through his body. 

"That's nice," he smiled. Mr. Fleming adjusted his dark flannel shirt. He was one of those younger teachers that the older ones thought were unfit for the traditional classroom. Flaunting around his tattoos and piercings. There was nothing wrong with it, but the old people didn't like it. "Do I smell... alcohol?"

A hot flash suddenly pinged Louis' stomach. He froze with guilt and a light heat in his head. Luckily, Harry jumped in. "The people in the next row were drinking."

"I should go report them, then." Mr. Fleming turned to leave.

"No!...no." Harry blurted but quickly gained a cool composure. "We already did."

"Oh, okay." He checked off their names on his board. Mr. Fleming gave a sigh, glancing at the row ahead of them. "I want you to leave the aircraft and walk to gate 1D, alright?"

They nodded.

Mr. Fleming left and they got off of the plane. Harry adjusted the strap of his bag. "That was hell."

"What was?" Louis asked. They walked down the ramp, luggage in tow. The flight attendants said goodbye and wished them a good flight. They waved back and smiled fakely, because you have to return that curtesy. Even when you got stuck next to the worst person ever. "The flight?"

"Sitting with you." Harry pinpointed. Louis rolled his eyes. There are so many more worse possibilities. Compared to some, Louis was a dream. Not to Harry, but to Louis.

"Be happy you're here, Harry. Some people don't get to go overseas to Los Angeles." The classic guilt-trip. Be real. Louis is the most ungrateful of the two. "At least you didn't get stuck with a mouth-breather."

"Oh, piss off. You are worse than a mouth-breather." Louis chuckled at that. Harry thinks he's so witty with his stupid remarks.

"Sure, babe." 

Babe. Give him a break.

Sometimes, Harry just has to think, how did that little swimmer win the race?  

Harry would like to think that he's a deep person. He takes things into deep thought. He outlines and pinpoints the delicate and intricate things. 

Louis, on the other hand does not think at all. He is a chaotic maelstrom of "fuck it, we ball".

Not a thought seeps into that thick brain of his. That stupid, beautiful head of his.

When they reached the gate, they were met by Mr. Gourlay. Cool last name, horrible teacher. Louis had him as his science teacher for a year. He didn't do anything. He just sat there. He gave the assignment and sat at his desk all day, scrolling  on his ancient Samsung from 2009. He had this frustratingly raspy southern accent. He was like an annoying rash. A dick rash.  

"Mr. Gourlay?" Harry covered the impatient scowl he shot Louis with a soft, innocent mask. It was like clockwork. Astounding, really. 

And Dick Rash fell for it like a fool. He took his phone off of behind his clipboard and stuffed it in his pocket. "Checkin' in?"

"Yes, thank you. Louis Tomlinson and Harry Styles." He shimmered, clutching his bag.

Louis was so piss-drunk that it crossed his mind to call harry out for his fake niceties. And he did. Later. "Alright. You guys can do whatever. Be back by 10:00."

"Thank you so much!" Harry smiled. Ew.

 They walked around the airport for a while. He scrolled on his phone as Louis weaved in and out of souvenir shops. He texted his mom that he was in Dublin, and decided to talk to break the silence. 

"Are we done yet?" His patience began to wear thin. 

"I wanna get some more drinks." 

"No, we're not getting more drinks." Harry put his foot down. His phone was returned to his pocket, and his arm were crossed at his middle. Louis made a pout as Harry continued. "I can't get an upgrade for this flight, so we have to stick with economy. We'll get caught."

Louis couldn't help but be the tiniest bit upset. Yes, Harry's argument had a very valid point, but Louis was too drunk to care. He wanted alcohol and a good time, not to be stuck with Harry in a crammed economy row. "Fuck."

"Yeah. Anyway, can we get back to the gate?" He asked again.

"Why?" Louis pushed back. "You got people to see?"

Harry pursed his lips. "Yes, actually. My friends."

Louis put his hand to his chest, feigning mock guilt. "Well, I'm so sorry for interrupting social hour, Harry!"

Harry didn't reply. He simply turned on his heel and left Louis behind, not caring to get him to follow along. In fear of getting in trouble, Louis had no choice but to follow.

yall i'm so cool i got this done at almost 1 am on a school night woop woop

thoughts? love yalll!!!<333

jules x