Text Me [Larry]

Chapter One

11:43 AM, 03/03/13

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'thanks for the book :)'

'who is this?'

'isn't this zayn?'

'fraid not.'

'liam gave me the wrong number, sorry!'

11:45 AM, 03/03/13

'liam? that's a friend of mine.'

'liam james payne?'

'nooope.'

'lol what's with the ooo's?'

'i just woke uup :('

'it's almost 12!!!

'i'm lazy :P'

'that's no excuse!'

'meh. i slept late painting.'

'painting? you're an artist?'

'yeah. you?'

'model. don't judge.'

'lol why would i?'

'eh, people do it sometimes.'

11:46 AM, 03/03/13

'well I think it's cool.'

'haha that's rare ;)'

'well yeah :P'

'um. i'm louis.'

'why the sudden intro?'

'for gods sake we're strangers texting each other!!'

'i see your point. i'm harry.'

Louis repeated the name over and over in his head. Harry. He quickly began typing up a reply, only to jump out of his seat at a loud click.

"Liam! I was in the middle of something..important!" He frowned at the older boy in front of him, who shrugged. "It'll have to wait, Lou." He was dressed in a simple white shirt, a few buttons undone, along with rugged blue jeans. Louis couldn't blame girls - and guys - for drooling over his stepbrother.

Sighing, he picked up his phone and continued the reply.

'I need to go get something done with my stepbro. Talk to you soon x'

As soon as he hit the reply button, his heart stopped. Shit. Was the x too much? Now Harry would think he was a weirdo. Most definitely. He reluctantly pulled on a jacket and skulked out as Liam held the door open.

"What kinda stupid thing do we have to do today?" Liam rolled his eyes, he dealt with Louis' rants all the time. But today, he was pretty ticked. "We need to go check if the last photoshoot went okay. You know, the John Villegas thing."

Louis grumbled and crossed his arms, his eyes flitting towards his phone every now and then for a reply. Just as he thought. No reply. A sinking feeling filled his stomach as he kicked Liam's seat. "I hate this. I hate you."

Liam glared at Louis through the overhead mirror, but managed to keep himself together. "Can't help it. I'm your manager. So get used to it, Lou." Louis reared up his legs for another kick, only to hear a familiar ping in his pocket.

Was it him? He frantically flipped through the messages, and finally snagged the newest one. And a smile spread across Louis' face. He couldn't help it.

'can't wait. text me back soon xx'