coachella | l.s

Chapter 6

Louis stepped in the elevator to go up one floor to pick up Harry and Niall. He had freshly showered, and dressed strikingly. He'd put more thought into what he was going to where today, instead of throwing on the usual T-shirt and jeans, though he still did look quite causal. He didn't want to say he was trying to impress Harry, he could already tell he was wrapped around his little finger. But that didn't mean Harry didn't have Louis by the snap of his fingers also. He was surprised someone was able to get him that way.

He checked himself on his camera phone, seeing if his hair was still nicely combed to the side, and that there was nothing in his teeth. This wasn't a date or anything, but there was nothing wrong with wanting to look presentable, or a little more than that. He fixed his white T-shirt, and the blue jacket he wore over it. He patted his white shorts to make sure he had his sunglasses. He double checked to see if his white shoes were still clean and bright. He took out the sunglasses and put them on.

The elevator dinged, opening the doors to the seventh floor. Louis didn't know at which hall to turn to, so he went left, since the numbers were increasing as he went when he spotted that the first door was Room 137. When he came upon Harry's room, he felt his hands become sweaty. He took a deep breath, and knocked on the door.

He heard a shouting from the inside, and a shout back. It was quiet for moment before the door was opened and Niall stood in the doorway.

"Hey, Louis!"

"'Sup, Ni," Louis replied.

"We're ready, Harry's just putting on his shoes," Niall explained, pointing behind him.

"Cool, cool."

Louis stood outside the door awkwardly, possibly waiting to be invited in. But Niall only stood there, his back turned to him, probably watching Harry.

"Harry, come on!" Niall shouted at him.

"I'm coming! I'm just looking for my phone!"

"I think you left it on the bathroom counter."

Louis caught a quick peak of Harry as he went into the bathroom. Niall turned back to face him. He smiled and chuckled.

"Well, you look nice."

Louis raised his eyebrows, and stopped rocking on his heels. He looked down at himself. "Huh? Oh yeah, I guess I do."

"I wonder why," Niall mumbled, still grinning.

Louis pretended to not to hear him, but it didn't stop him from smiling. Yes, he did dress extra nicely, and Niall knew it was for Harry. Why else would he care? I mean, he does care, but he cared more this time.

"All right, let's go," Harry said from behind Niall. If Louis knew he wouldn't make a fool of himself, he would've kissed Harry then and there. It was like every time he saw him, he looked exceptionally better than before. And Louis' eyes were not playing tricks on him. He was completely aware that Harry was a handsome lad, but his mind had still not processed that.

Harry was wearing a red flannel, leaving three buttons unbuttoned, showing off the cross necklace that was hanging around his neck. His legs were covered with another pair of black skinny jeans with tears at the kneecaps. He wore brown boots to finish off the outfit but not before also wearing a pair of black sunglasses.

"Hi, Louis," Harry smiled.

Louis shook his head, and smiled back. "Hey, Harry. Ready to go?"

Harry nodded, and he and Niall were following Louis towards the elevator. They step out into the lobby where Olly was waiting alongside a tall man who was wearing sunglasses and a snapback. They approached them, Niall and Harry wondering who the man was. They assumed it was Louis' famous best friend, and Niall tried to stay calm inside while Harry just furiously bit his lip.