Meanwhile| HS

eleven

"Olivia?...Louis?" Someone said at the bathroom door

Goddamnit it's Harry.

"She got sick but I think shes fine now." Louis said getting up to leave.

"Lou.." I called after him

"Blow him!" He mouthed running out of the room.

Fucking child.

"Are you sure you're okay, babe?

I nod. "Whats up?" I say praying my breath doesn't smell heavily like vomit.

"Oh right...do you umm.." he started.

Please don't.

Please don't.

Please don't.

"Dinner?" He saked handing me a bouquet of multi colored roses.

Fuck he did!

Opal

"Will you?" He asks again hopefully.

He looks so hopeful and cute I can't say no!

But I have to! I just tounged Liam down I can't do that to Harry.

Louis' right I am a mouth slut!

"Liv? Are you okay?" He asked breaking me from my thoughts.

"Yeah of course."

"So is that a yes?" He asks pushing the flowers closer to me.

Wonder how he knew they were my favorite?

"I..."

Bitch say no!

"I'd be honored. Where are we going?" I ask taking the flower.

You dumb fuck.

"Its a suprise. But I got you something to wear for it. Its in your closet." He said smiling widely.

I smile back and stare at the flowers in my hand.

"I heard you were a bit of a flower expert so I got you some." He says.

"Where'd you hear that?" I ask. Its not really a topic I rave on about.

"You. That time we went to get coffee. We passed a flower cart and you talked about roses for twenty minutes. It was cute."

I blush and look down to my lap.

"I have to go. But I'll see you tonight, ma chérie." He says taking my hand in his and kissing the back of it."At seven."

He softly drops it back to my side and begins exiting the bathroom.

"And one more thing...you look pretty today." He says before leaving in a hurry.

"Overies....gone." I whisper looking down at my attire. Cartoon joggers and a semi crop top, my hair was carelessly thrown into a bun (two days ago) and I wasn't wearing a spec of make up.

Okay Styles sure thing. I thought smelling my flowers.

I slowly rise from the bathroom floor and and put the flowers in a vase sitting on the credenza.