Polite//l.s

Seven

My father has allowed me to go out today, I had asked him to take a stroll around the shoppes and the community; but that's not what I'm going to do.

It was exciting to be lying to my father.

I know I shouldn't be gleeful about deceiving someone whom I love, but it was just invigorating almost.

Instead of keeping true to my word, I'm going to have the driver drop me off in Louis' neighborhood and see if he's there.

It's been 3 days and he probably doesn't even remember my name, but I wanted to see him again.

The driver let me out near Louis house, I had told him that I wanted to walk around the residential area first and he replied with a polite, "Are you sure you feel safe in this type of neighborhood, Mr. Styles?"

I just nodded assuredly in response. Of course I felt safe in this neighborhood. Louis lives here.

I had to constantly remind myself that Louis might find it creepy that I just randomly remembered where his house was and decided to pay him a visit.

I made sure the driver had gone around the corner before I started walking the short distance to Louis' apartment building. I made it into the lobby, only then receiving strange looks from people.

I suppose I looked a tad out of place with my obviously branded clothes, but I was here for a reason and I wasn't going to let people's judgement stop me.

Pressing the elevator button, I mentally scolded myself for being so rude, even if it was just in my head.

The doors opened with a mechanic ding, releasing whoever had already been on the lift.

As they stepped out, they nearly ran me over.

"Oh sorry mate," the lad grabbed my shoulders to steady me, allowing me to see who it was.

"Zayn?" I asked, not sure. I didn't spend that much time with him and I didn't quite remember his face.

"Yeah, yeah," he let go of my shoulders, "You here to see Louis?"

"Yeah, is he here? I didn't call ahead, I'm sorry for intruding,"

Zayn laughed, "Yeah, he's here, he's just asleep," he handed me a silver key, "doors locked, he probably won't answer it,"

"You're just going to give me your house key?" It was difficult to wrap my head around why Zayn trusted me this much.

"We don't have anything worth your time," Zayn rolled his eyes, "Expect Louis," he giggled at that, "Make sure he consents!" He yelled through the lobby as he walked away.

Consents to what?

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I almost knocked on the door before remembering i had a key.

I still couldn't understand why Zayn had just given me entry to his home without even knowing me. How did he just trust me so easily.

If the opportunity presents itself, I would not be able to do the same for him.

I turned the key, walking into the familiar room. I knew what it looked like, for it was the only room I had been in during my stay.

I carefully placed the keys on the counter, knowing I'd forget about them if they weren't in plain sight.

Louis room is down the hall I believe? Zayn had said Louis was asleep and I assume he would sleep in his room.

"Louis?" I knocked lightly on the first door, twisting the handle and entering. It was an empty bedroom. Zayn's by the look of it.

I didn't want to intrude any longer than I had to, so I quietly closed the door; walking farther down the hallway to find Louis.

Upon opening the second door, I found the very small bathroom. It saddened me a little that this was the only bathroom in the apartment, but I quickly wiped that away; reminding myself not to judge others based on their money. That was rude.

The door at the end of the hallway was my last option, hopefully I would find Louis there.

Peeking behind the door without knocking (which was beyond rude of me) I saw Louis, lying on his back in his underwear.

That must be how he sleeps usually.

His blankets had been kicked to the floor and his pillows were thrown about, only one being anywhere near him.

"Louis?" I stepped into the room and closed the door behind me, "Lou?"

Realizing my voice alone wouldn't be enough to wake him, I walked over to his sleeping figure, shaking his shoulder slightly; just enough to cause him to stir.

"Louis!" I spoke again, slightly louder.

"Zayn? I thought you had work," I pushed at my chest, not opening his eyes, "go away,"

"No it's Harry," I leaned back, almost hurt at his command.

"Harry?" He sat up, rubbing his eyes cutely.

"I'm sorry," I took a few steps towards the door, "This is creepy. I'll leave if you want,"

"No! No. It's just that I'm really tired," he picked his blankets up from the floor, "How long have you got before you have to leave?"

"Well I can't stay all night again, but I told my father I was out shopping so I have a good while," I shrugged, "What do you want to do?"

"I want you to cuddle me while I sleep," Louis spoke shamelessly, "Seems like I can't get a proper sleep since you decided to fly off like that. Once you've had gold you can't go back to bronze," he laughed. I didn't understand the statement at all, but I laughed along with him.

"What are you doing?" Louis asked, closing his eyes, "Take off your clothes and get into bed with me,"

"Oh, you were being serious?" I asked rhetorically. I didn't need confirmation to have my clothes off, stripped down to the boxers I had worn today.

Louis turned his body towards mine, resting his head against my chest and tangling his legs with mine.

He fell asleep within moments. My arm had fallen asleep a couple minutes ago under the weight of Louis' head, and I wanted to move it, but Louis looked so peaceful sleeping on it. To interrupt that serenity wouldn't be very polite.