coachella | l.s

Chapter 9

Louis and Harry held hands on the way back to the hotel, Louis telling the driver that they would walk. Harry had asked Louis why he would rather walk instead.

"So I can show everyone that you're mine, obviously," he replied cheekily.

Harry giggled and shook his head. He could now call Louis his, and that made his smile wide. He squeezed Louis' hand and looked up at him. His blue eyes shined with happiness. He could get used to that sight.

"You want some coffee? I've got a craving for Starbucks."

Louis laughed. "I'm more of a tea drinker myself, but sure."

"Then why were you in Starbucks that day I met you?"

"Olly was the one who ordered something, I just need to use the loo," he explained.

They walked into the Starbucks that was across from the hotel. Packed, as always, but the line was fast. When they approached the counter, the same blonde-haired girl stood before the register. She smiled widely at Harry.

"Hey, it's you. I was wondering if I'd see you again."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "You remember me?"

"I can't forget a, well, attractive one like you. Those curls leave quite the first impression." She winked at Harry and there was a jealous feeling growing inside Louis. Someone was flirting with his man, who he just won over. Of course, it might be too much to be jealous over this, with moments ago had they claimed their feelings. Still, he couldn't help feel the envy.

He cleared his throat, gaining Taylor's attention. "Um, we'd like to order, please."

She noticed his annoyed tone, and then looked down to see their intertwined hands. Her eyes went back to his, and she gulped. "Sorry, I didn't realize that-"

"No matter, no worries, Harry?" Louis turned his head to him. "What are you getting?"

After an awkward encounter with Taylor, the boys sat in two stools, far from her gaze. Louis had made sure of that. He still held Harry's hand, looking around for staring eyes at him.

"Louis, jealous so quickly?" Harry smirked.

"Is it wrong that I particularly don't like the idea of people flirting with you, hm?" Louis asked, trying to hide the fact that he was a easily jealous person. He didn't want to call himself jealous, more like protective.

"You don't need to be, jealous, which you what you basically described. I'm yours, you're mine, the end." Harry kissed Louis' cheek.

"You missed," Louis pouted. He was leaning into Harry's lip when they were interrupted by a high voice.

"Your order," Taylor smiled, placing the cups on their table. This was very unnecessary, since the way it was supposed to go was the customers go pick up their orders when their name was called.

But Taylor smirked at the two, having done this on purpose, wanting to get under Louis' skin. So, Harry was gay, and with this small lad, but that didn't mean she wasn't gonna mess with him. She liked to do such things, especially when she found a thing for someone who she wanted.

"Uh, we are capable to use our legs," Louis pointed out sourly.

Taylor smiled and kept her eyes on Harry. "I wanted to be kind, in the case of our earlier conversation." She slipped a note into Harry's open hand under the table and fluttered away, her walk similar to one's of a stripper on the runway. At least that's what Louis thought.

"What'd she give you?" Louis demanded quietly. Harry crumbled the note in his hand and tossed it into the nearby trashcan.

"I don't know, I don't really care. Let's just leave." Harry grabbed his drink, and dragged Louis out of the shop, a bit annoyed with Taylor's actions as well.