Perfect (L.S)

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3k??? mom im famous!! thank you so much!

long chapter who ?!

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Glossy floors for miles, futuristic architecture. Large glass windows from floor the ceiling, polished to perfection meticulously every morning and night by staff. You could tell a lot of thought (and money) was put into the construction of this historical airport. 80 million people travel through it per year, according to Louis' phone. 

And two of them would be Louis and his stupid poodle pet.

"Hurry the fuck up, I wanna go to the gate early so I can look at their candles." Says the poodle, combing through his curls. Louis rolls his eyes and follows in suit. 

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Stepping outside of the airport into the Los Angeles air felt weird. The sky was bright and blue, sun streaming down. The atmosphere was mildly humid and warm, it felt almost like when you suntan at the beach. 

Somehow, they had made it to the shuttle with minimal damages. Louis, successfully steering Harry away from the blessed candle store. He couldn't stand all of those different, plastic scents in a small, confined store anymore. Just thinking about a Bath and Body Works made him nauseate. 

The shuttle was old and bumpy. It had a white exterior that had greyed over time and dents and craters the size of Louis' hand. Looking at the vehicle, he questioned the credibility of the driver, but then realized he wasn't a fucking pussy and let it go. 

He checked his phone for new notifications, hoping that there was a new text from Eleanor. Several would be better, actually, because it would make it seem like he wasn't a lonely loser whose mates were too popular to care about him. 

"Miss, this car doesn't look too safe. Look at the bumps!" A girl squealed. Louis didn't look up to register the girl's face, but he had his guesses. 

"Yes, Charlotte, it's safe." Oh, of course it was Charlotte. Mrs. Cline shut her eyes and sucked in a deep breath, already accepting the fact that she was stuck with this girl outside of the classroom for a whole week. 

See, no one likes teacher's pets. Not even teachers.

The kids started to find their friends and break off of their partners and into their regular friendships. Louis spun around through the crowd, hopping onto his tiptoes to find Liam. After a few seconds, he found a tall quiff poking out through the crowd, followed with the sound of one of his hearty laughs. 

"Oi! Payno!" He yelled after him. Liam immediately turned his head to the direction of where the voice came from, smiling when he locked eyes with his best friend. Some of his friends suck, but he knows that Liam would never, under any circumstance, leave his side. Liam's hair bounced as he jogged and weaved through the crowd to reach Louis. 

"Hey, lad," he grinned. They dapped each other up and pulled in for a hug. Liam clapped Louis' back, like a coach hugging their baseball player after scoring a home run. A certain warmth filled  him that he missed, lulling his pent up frustration. That just describes the type of person Liam is. He can just make you feel better like that. 

Okay, he was lying to his mum when he said he and Liam weren't best friends. 

They stepped back from each other. Louis let out a groan, "my partner sucks so bad."

"Harry Styles? What'd he do?" Liam asked. See, here's the issue with Liam. He's too nice. He won't trash talk anyone based on their appearance or status, aside from certain, rare occasions. 

"Oh, God. He talks so much. It's not even funny. He started going on about perfume, and shit like that..." Louis scrunched his nose remembering him. He's obviously just trying to get Liam to hate someone, and Liam can read right through it. "He's so girly."

"Just leave him be. He's his own person, he can do whatever he wants," Liam replied. He sent a text to his mum, telling her that he had landed. He was the type of person to send a red heart to his mum and tell it to the world proudly. Of course, Louis was the same way, he just didn't want to admit how much he loved his mummy. 

Not satisfied with his best friend's answer, he tried again more passionately, "he's so mean about it too! He's mean."

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When the bus finally reached the driveway of the Ritz-Carlton, Louis and Harry were both asleep sitting upright. Harry had his head resting on Louis' shoulder, like a pillow in a dark room. Louis had his on top of Harry's, his arm wrapped around the boy's body and hand in the softest, curliest hair he had ever felt in his life. The bus bounced at slight incline, enough to shake them both awake. Harry sat upright, taking his head awkwardly off of Louis' shoulder.

Louis mimicked his actions and moved his arm. He fixed his quiff, couldn't stop looking at the beauty through the bus window. The smooth, calico porcelain driveway sprawled out like a cat.

Vines laced the drive like little patterns on a hand knit blanket, sprawling in beautiful, swirling patterns. The boys were still pressed together on the bus, too embarrassed to move or cite the situation. Then, Louis decided to break it. He made eye contact with Harry and scooted his bum away.

His jeans squeaked on the lumpy leather seat of the 'luxury' bus. He turned hot with at the loud noise it made, sinking in his seat when people turned around to look over their seats at him. Harry saw Louis turn red with embarrassment at the noise, so he decided to do what any kind person would do; make him more embarrassed. "Ew, Louis!"

"I didn't do anything!" Louis screamed out loud enough so the entire bus could hear, including the helpless driver.

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Walking into the hotel room, he set his things down onto the bed. "Are you going on the summer New York trip?" 

my crush is sitting behind me so if he reads this im COOKED. anyways if you're reading this hi connorrrr its not about you :) 

(it is)

BRO HE SAW MY WRITING BUT NOT TH MESSAGE aBouT HIM