Remember me || Larry Stylinson AU

Eleven

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The days in between Louis telling me he's visiting London and him actually visiting are dragging on way too slow for my liking. We play several shows across the country, do a few radio shows and even TV appearances but I find it hard to focus on anything other than my phone. On the third and last day we're playing in London, Louis texts me to let me know they got on the train on time and I tell him to text me whenever he gets to London so we can meet up for coffee so I can take Ben and him back to the venue. 

Ever since we started out we've been sleeping in hotels during out shows in London because it makes it a tad more special besides we usually go out afterwards and our houses are a bit further from the city centre so it saves us the hassle of driving home or having someone take us home. I'm not sure how but Zayn ended up in my hotel room last night but we're currently enjoying our breakfast, thank god for room service, as Zayn shows me some lyrics he has been working on. Liam and I usually write together because Niall and Zayn prefer writing on their own but I've been struggling to come up with non-Louis related lyrics lately. I don't want him finding out 90% of the songs I have written over the years lead back to him one way or another. He could be flattered or just get mad.

I help Zayn out by changing a few of the lyrics and we even come up with a good bridge to put in his newly written song. I look forward to recording again but it's still so far ahead, we will finish our shows in the UK after tonight's show, we'll have two days off before heading off into the rest of Europe. After the European leg, we'll have several weeks off before travelling to North America and we'll most likely start recording there.

I chew on my pencil, trying to come up with a title for Zayn's new song but nothing comes to mind. "Are you looking forward to tonight?" Zayn questions. "Sure, the previous two shows were great so I'm sure this one will be just as amazing" I smile as I place the pencil behind my ear. "I meant seeing Louis" he laughs. "Oh, that. Well of course!" I can feel my face lighting up just thinking about seeing Louis, and Ben, in a few hours. "What are you going to do today then?" Zayn asks. "Nothing much, too many fans in town to go anywhere" I sigh, telling Zayn I've told Louis I'd meet them for coffee before taking them to the venue to hang out, watch the sound check if they'd like and watch tonight's show of course.

Zayn asks if I'm annoyed by the fact that Ben will be there too but I inform him that I want Louis to be my friend and that I will support his current relationship even if I'm not very fond of his boyfriend, he loves him and I'll accept it even though I'm very attracted to Louis. His personality keeps surprising me, he's such a kindhearted person and he wouldn't hurt a fly. Plus his appearance isn't bad either, I haven't been able to check him out from top to bottom but still, I've seen his face through Skype or Facetime several times and his eyes are the perfect shade of blue but I've told myself I will not flirt with him. He's in a relationship and I will respect that, ignoring the butterflies erupting in my stomach as soon as Louis calls or even sends me a text message.

The other lads join us in my hotel room for a few hours, lazily playing card games and eating unhealthy snacks while avoiding our work out. By the time Louis texts me to meet him I have a quick shower, get dressed and let him know where to meet me, not wanting to meet in the middle of London because there are about 20.000 fans travelling towards the 02 Arena as we speak. I put on a beanie and try to cover most of my curls and grab some sunglasses before saying goodbye to the lads, telling them I'll see them at the arena and drive my car towards the little coffee shop.

When I arrive I directly look around to see if Louis and Ben are already here but don't spot them anywhere. I order my usual and ask if the barista has seen two guys around the age of 24, one with brown feathery hair and tattoos scattered on his arm. She tells me she saw them arrive a while ago and points me towards the booths in the back and to my surprise I see the back of their heads, feeling a little nervous all of a sudden. What should I say? I fix my t-shirt and take my sunglasses off, tucking them on the neck of my t-shirt before speaking up. "Hello," I say and Louis is quick to turn his head, he gets up from his seat and hugs me tightly, catching me off guard. He steps back and shyly replies saying "Hi"