Hakuna Matata (Louis and Harry)
“Haz I’m tellin ya! She wants me!” Louis laughed and nudged Harry not so subtly, gesturing to a pretty red haired girl sitting on the bar-stool.
“Nawww!” Harry said, trying to calm the highly excited Louis. Not that he was quite calm himself.
“She does! And she’s so cute!” Louis piped up.
“She’s ok. Her friend though, the one with black hair, WOW!” he said, suddenly all charged up.
“Oh excuse me! Sir!” Louis called out to the barman.
The barman looked at Louis questioningly.
“Two margaritas for those two pretty ladiessss!” he said, pointing to them.
The barman shook his head disapprovingly and started making the margaritas. As soon as he placed the glasses in front of them and pointed to the boys, both girls whipped their faces to look at them. The one with straight black hair had a fringe, covering a bit of her big grey-blue eyes and the redhead had curly hair and warm brown eyes.
Louis decided it was time to go talk to them. He held Harry’s hand and dragged him off the barstool to the girls. Harry followed, wobbling slightly. Midway, Harry stopped him, looked all intellectual and said “Shouldn’t we have disguises?” he asked Louis with a funny look.
“Oh I got this!” Louis chimed and pulled his elbow till they were standing right in front of the girls. He let go of Harry’s arm and started looking at the redhead in what he thought was a flirty look, not noticing that Harry had now passed out on the floor.
“Hi! I’m…I’m… Timon! And this is my wingman…” he gestured to his left but saw nobody. “Harry? Harry?” he whipped his face around form left to right when the redhead cleared her throat and pointed to the floor.
“Right!” he said in his drunk voice and pulled Harry up. “This is Pumba.” He stated with a smirk. Harry, after making sure he could balance, winked at the black haired girl and said “Hakuna matata, baybe!”
The girl with black hair looked downright pissed off and the redhead looked amused. Noticing the black haired girl’s unreadable expression, Louis decided to take it upon himself to explain. “It means no worries.” He pointed out. The girl with the back hair just rolled her eyes and massaged her temples.
“Nice to meet you’ll… Timon and Pumba. I’m Louise Tomlinson. This is my friend Harry..ette, Hariette Styles.” The redhead smirked.
“Uh-oh. Busted.” Harry mumbled to Louis under his breath and Louis simply gulped and shot the redhead a guilty smile.
The black haired girl shook her head and turned away.
“Laura, let’s just get these guys something to eat?” the redhead mumbled under her breath to her friend.
“No Ivy! No way! I’ve had a long horrible day anyway!” she whined.
“Aw come on! They’re cute! Maybe sober, they may be fun!” she nudged her playfully.
Laura groaned and picked her purse off the counter. “Come on.” She said tiredly.
Ivy, the redhead jumped at her victory and turned to Louis.
“Wanna get something to eat?” she asked him.
“See? Didn’t I tell ya she wanted you?” Harry said out loud proudly.
“No you didn’t. I said it!” Louis argued like and immature kid.
“Oh my God, Ivy really?!” Laura whined again, gesturing to the boys.
“Just come!” she chuckled and pulled Ivy towards the exit with one hand and pulled Louis, hoping he’d bring Harry, with the other.
*At the restaurant*
After both Harry and Louis stuffed their faces with food and attempted hitting on the girls some more, they were finally sober, well, more than they were anyways.
Harry calmed down much quicker than Louis and had managed to have a decent, actually rather entertaining conversation with Laura. That’s if you’d like to call Harry talking nonstop to Laura, while she made faces and ooed and aahed as needed, not entirely paying attention. But part of her had warmed up to him, not consciously of course, but it had. She wouldn’t accept this to herself, forget Ivy! But she was having fun!
After what seemed like the …third? burger, Louis had calmed down a bit. Ivy seemed immediately smitten by him and paid attention to every word that came out of his sassy mouth and gazed into his ocean blue eyes that sparkled with excitement. Maybe Louis was right! She did want him bad!
After they both seemed sober enough, Laura decided to talk first.
“So Louis, your favourite Disney movie as a kid was Lion King, huh?” she asked with a smirk.
“Yeah, how’d you know?” he asked, wiping his mouth with the tissue paper but suddenly, he froze. Gulped. Flushed red with embarrassment. Looked at Harry.
Harry’s expression of panic and embarrassment was mirrored in Louis’ face.
“We did not…” Louis started.
“You did!” Ivy smirked.
Louis let out a nervous laugh and the table fell silent.
“You should not be allowed to talk to women!” Harry suddenly broke the silence, smacking Louis’ arm.
“Ow!” Louis whined.
“Oh, so that you could? While you had passed out on the floor?” Laura smirked.
Harry’s turn to gulp.
Louis looked at Harry and started laughing, throwing his head back. Ivy and Laura joined him and soon enough, so did Harry.
Laura picked up the bill and scribbled her and Ivy’s number on it.
“Maybe you can call us? When you’re sober, perhaps?” Laura smirked and got up.
“Oh definitely!” Louis chimed.
“But that’s if neither of your names are actually Timon or Pumba.” She said and narrowed her eyes at them.
“Lucky you are then! They aren’t, Hariette!” Harry winked.
“Thank the Lords.” Laura said and looked up the ceiling.
With that the girls made their way out of Mc Donalds but stopped just at the exit.
“Oh and remember, hakuna matata!” Ivy winked and yelled after her as she linked her arm with Laura while they walked away.
