Boxers & Panties ~ l.s

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Hi hi! another day, another chapter. So i'm gonna be in LA for the next two weeks visiting family and stuffs if any of you live in the area around San Fernando/ burbank/ hollywood lemme know! i'd love to meet some of you guys if you're willing and want to hehe... if thats like super creepy then by all means be like 'NO BITCH YOU CRAZY?!' haha

but chya then i'm goin back to oregon for skewel o.o ew. if you wanna contact me then my kik and snapchat are in ma bio xD ok enjoy!

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louis p.o.v.

my heart is still beating, and it's been twenty minutes since i got back from harry's flat.

i lay my head onto the armrest of my couch and stare at the blank telly screen. 

i sigh, i hope harry likes what i made him. and i hope he listens to my note.

i'm planning to go to his match next week, i still don't know if i'll talk to him, but i still want to support him.

the flat door opens with a slam and niall walks in yelling, 'what up my main bitch!?'

i scoff and sit up to look at him over the back of the couch. 

'you peasant, i am the queen!' i glare at him. 

we both glare at each other for a few seconds before busting into laughing fits.

our laughs dying down, niall walks over to the couch after shutting the door and plops down with a grunting sigh.

'so what's up queen lou? i heard from zayn that harry was discharged today.' he says looking over to me.

i told niall the whole story of what happened that night with harry a little bit ago. he's still not fond of harry, but he gave me a good whack over the head for being stupid and not bothering to listen to any explanation.

i smile. 'yeah this morning.'

'you gonna go see him?' he asks.

'not yet. i'm gonna go to his match next week though. support and all.'

niall only nods. 

before i know it, it's the day of the semi-final match.

i'm getting ready now, plain black jeans, a cute purple sweater with large daisy's all over it, and a pair of white three inch heeled boots.

i'm just putting the finishing touches on my hair and light makeup when my phone rings. grabbing it off of my bedside table i look at the caller id.

zayn.

i haven't answered any of his calls, and i know exactly why he's calling now.

i press the green answer button and lift the phone to my ear.

'hello?'

nothing. just breathing.

'zayn, i know you're there.' i say quietly.

'louis.' zayn says a little shocked. 'um, hi. i wasn't expecting you to pick up, got used to just leaving messages.' 

'yeah, sorry about that.'

'it's fine yeah... i get it.'

i don't say anything in reply.

'so, um, harry's match is today.'

'i know.'

he doesn't say anything for a little while. 'are you coming?'

'i, yeah, i'm going.'