Olivia's pov
"YOU KISSED LOUIS FUCKING TOMLINSON?!" Harry waved his arms around dramatically.
"Technically he kissed me." I blushed, trying to act nonchalant.
"How are you not freaking out about this? I'm more excited for you than you are. What is wrong with you, woman?" He chuckled.
"Well he's done a very nice job of ignoring me since then, so I'm mad at him." I sat down on the couch.
Today I decided to join the boys at the arena and watch them perform in Oslo. I was in Harry's dressing room as we waited for his cue.
"He's just trying to sort out his feelings." Harry shrugged as he pulled on a crazy patterned shirt. "Should I wear this or the see-through shirt?" He looked down at his tiger print top he was wearing.
"I don't know. I mean, a see-through shirt is pretty scandalous. How pretty do you feel tonight?" I giggled.
"I feel fucking beautiful. See-trough shirt it is." He put it on and looked in the mirror, posing ridiculously which was making me laugh.
"Anyways, give him a little time to figure himself out." He smiled at me supportively. I honestly don't know what I would do without him. "I'm sure you have somethings to figure out too."
"Like what?"
"Whether you really want this." He answered and that effected me more than I thought it would. Did I?
"You're not a bad best friend, you know that? I just might keep you around." I smiled back.
"As if there was any other option. I'm Harry Styles."
"Oh shut up." I rolled my eyes. "You sound like Louis."
"Well he does rub off on people." He shrugged before continuing to get ready.
"So are you just going to wait for him to come to you?" He asked.
"What else can I do?" I shrugged.
"Ask him out."
"On a date?!"
"On whatever adventures you two have." He chuckled. "I don't know what to call it."
He had a point. I wasn't going to play anymore games by his rules.
"Let's call them rendezvous."
Louis' pov
I stared at his door, trying to gather my thoughts to form a proper sentence. I knew what I wanted to say I just didn't know how to say it. It's been keeping me up for nights trying talk myself out of it, trying to figure out wanted really wanted and this was it.
I took a deep breath before raising my hand to knock, but the door opened before I could.
"How did you know?" I asked baffled.
"I saw your shadow under the door then I watched you threw the peep hole." Harry pointed at the little glass hole in the door.
"Oh. Well, hi." I greeted him awkwardly.
"Come in." He stepped aside before I walked in and sat on his bed.
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Perfect // l.t.
Fanfiction"Baby, I'm perfect for you." "Don't use my lyric against me." She was looking for someone to write her break up songs about.
