Perfect (L.S)

12.

I SAW ZAYN MALIK AND LOUIS TOMLINSON AT THE SAME CONCERT HOLY SHITTTTTTTTT

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Harry was sleeping peacefully. So peacefully. Like he was floating on a cloud, his eyes were fluttered shut.

Until he woke up with an abrupt shove in the gut. His eyes opened wide as he lurched over for air. All the oxygen was sucked out of him with a heavy heave. He lurched over, coughing, trying to recover his composure. Louis was in front of Harry, his fist still against Harry's stomach. His chest tightened and loosened rapidly. "What the fuck?"

"Get up. We're leaving." It was apparent at this moment that the plane had landed. Everyone was lined up against the plane walkways with their luggage at their side. Louis straightened up. He slung Harry's bag against his shoulder. Harry stretched his arms out and squeezed his eyes shut.

He groaned. Getting up, he ran a hand through his curls. He stretched and walked out of the aisle. His shirt rode up when he raised his hands above his head, leaving Louis with a rare spotting of Harry's pronounced hip bones. He's not complaining though. "Ugh, what time is it?"

"Uh," turning his gaze away from Harry's fair skin, Louis turned his phone on. The traveling clock had already switched, so he didn't have to do the math himself. "Three AM in London, and 7 PM here. We're a day behind."

Harry let his hands fall slack to his sides. With a silent nod, he gathered his things from Louis' side and they began slowly crawling up the ramp.

"I wanna go home!" Harry complained. A deep breath traveled silently through his nose. He rubbed his eyes with his hands. 

He drew another yawn, waiting for Louis to say something. Louis, the poor lad, was tired of Harry's constant nagging and complaining. He let out a strangled groan and fixed his bed head.

Louis was waiting for some guardian angel to come and help him. He imagined it now. A hot girl. Rocker bod. Floating from the sky, she reached her smooth, picture-perfect hand out, and whisked Louis away. Far, far away from this stupid boy. 

"Come with me, Louis." She'd whisper in an angelic voice. Angel eyes blue as the sea, a fair complexion, brown hair cascading down her back. Looks somewhat like Eleanor. 

Did he mention that she has huge boobs? Hot. As. Fuck. 

And then he looks at Harry. 

Disappointment fills him. Harry's checking his phone now, which is good. Shuts him up for once. Looking at an app that looks like...OnlyFans?

Or Twitter. He couldn't tell. It looked more like OnlyFans, but that's probably just his dirty mind. 

And finally, like some answered prayer, the people in the aisle ahead of them began to move. They did that classic airplane exit waddle, rolling their suitcases slowly next to them. 

They made it to the gate. The shiny marble walkways of LAX went on for years. They followed the signs to immigrations and customs. Louis' hair was slick with alcohol induced sweat, so he stopped at the washroom to do a quick swish of water through his hair.

Harry was waiting outside, reaching into his bag. When he spotted Louis returning from the washroom, he walked in a streamline to him. "Louis."

"What's that for?" Immediately, Louis responded, and they exchanged eyes. He grabbed Louis back into the bathroom. Shut the door. Took his new Gucci perfume out of his bag. Louis looked at him with a tilted head and quizical glance. "What's that for? You're not using that on me, are you? I hate perfume."

"Just to get through customs. In case there's a dog."

"Lad, are you thick?" He scoffed. Harry was so stupid sometimes. But he stood incessant. "The dogs can sniff right through that." 

"Well, still. It's good to have protection," Louis scoffed. 

"Bet that's what your parents said after you were born." He continued, "plus, what protection if the dog can sniff through it?" 

"Ha, funny one." Harry deadpanned. He sprayed the first spritz onto his arm and brought it up to his nose. There was something so blissful, so beautiful and complex to this perfume to him, he loved it. It was his favorite scent from Gucci so far, and even Louis could tell by the way that Harry's eyes lit up when the perfume hit his nose. He lowered his hand and continued, "the dogs mainly search for drugs, right? Plus, why would they let us buy so much alcohol if it wasn't meant to be consumed, huh?" 

"We're kids, Harry." The perfume finally hit Louis' nose. He had to admit, it didn't smell terrible. It kind of finished off Harry's outfit in a way. Pink sweater, cargo jeans, pretty mid-length curls, seductive green eyes, skin so soft—he could touch it, looking...like Eleanor...or maybe just sweet Harry? Shut the fuck up, Louis. That's so gay of you. "We can't have that."

"We're 17. We can have alcohol." He insisted.

"Back in England. This is America, we have to be 21. If we have alcohol in England, no one bats an eye, but this is bloody America!" He shot back. Tossing his hair back, Harry was acting like a real princess, no rules applied to him. 

He sprayed his nice-smelling perfume around Louis. He closed his eyes and flinched, Harry was spraying way too close to his face for his liking. Now the whole bathroom smelled like the perfume, great. The initial application on Harry's wrist was dainty and nice, but he sprayed way more to cover up the alcohol, which felt like overkill. The clean, fresh smelling bathroom was now overtaken by a gnarly swarm of perfume, like the Westfield perfume stores on a Saturday morning. 

He wrinkled his nose at the scent overkill, to which Harry scoffed. He didn't even seem fazed. Hell, if he was about to withstand the absolute atrocity coming from that little pretty green bottle, who's to say he hasn't survived chemical warfare. 

"I've gone through way worse." And there's Louis' answer. 

"Ugh, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He repulsed. "Wearing perfume, that's so gay. Plus perfume smells horrid."

"Honestly, the fact you don't like the perfume is a little gay in my opinion." And if Louis could, his fist would be lodged into Harry's jaw, like a retainer or some shit. 

sup guys?! long time no see ! dw ppl, i have already started the next chapter

guess what places i've written this book:

1. on the road to my vacation house

2. science class

3. in the line to see zayn

4. preparing to evacuate los angeles bc of the fires

5. on a date with my (now ex) gf while she watched me bc she still loves my book (we're still friends)

answer: all of the above!! 

thoughts??

love you!!!! byeee!!