my angel l.s

chapter #3

when louis got home, he got a notification that harry posted a picture on instagram.

sighing sadly again, realizing he didn't get to meet him, he opened up the notification, seeing him hold a rose.

a white one.

the one louis got him.

louis gasped loudly, staring at the photo and not even believing the photo.

harry found the rose, he found the rose he was going to give him if he met him.

louis couldn't believe it at all, calling liam immediately.

"hey bro what's-"

"harry uploaded a photo on instagram of the rose i got him!" louis says quickly, accidentally interrupting liam.

"what?" liam said confused, and louis explained the whole story, leaving out the part about him getting a boner at the show cause of harry's perky little bum.

"so, you're saying, he got your rose?" louis says a yeah, and liam thinks. "hmm, well honestly tommo, why don't you just meet him? direct message him on twitter, instagram, just do something. it's been three months and no words have been exchanged except for harry catching your eye."

"i'm planning on going to the show tonight, li. i'll make sure to meet him. i can talk to one of his model friends, zack i think is his name, and i'll get harry to meet me somewhere." liam smiles at him, approving the plan.

"i'll go with you too, i'll see what's up."
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on saturday, harry got a good work out in the early hours of the morning (6:00). then at 8:00 he went home and showered, going to starbucks to just have a quick little break.

he finished his frappe, carmel to be exact, then goes to the place they're holding the show, having to get dressed and all his makeup and hair done.

since his makeup and stylist person was working on another person, harry had to wait until 11:30 to get him done.

while he did, he took snapchat videos (which louis totally didn't watch and coo over) and talked to zayn.

zayn and harry for this show strut together at the same time, so harry decides to point him out when he gets there.

"and he has like.. these nice dainty hands, they're so cute to me, you know? and i don't know why honestly. and also zayn, i saw tattoos on his hand, and oh my gosh. it made him look hotter if that's any possible." harry rambled, in a cute way of course, to zayn.

"this is so cute, seeing you in love-"

"in love?! i am not in love, zayn! i haven't even spoke a word to him, all we've done is lock eyes and i winked at him and fluttered my eyelashes." he says quickly, and zayn scoffs.

"while poking your bum out, let's not forget that." harry hit zayn, making zayn let out a fake cry.

"ow!" zayn let out and harry rolled his eyes. "oh shut up."
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"and here is where i-" louis stops, seeing two girls sitting there already. his hand, dainty and small as harry described, made a fist and he walked over to them.

"excuse me, this is my friend and my's seat." the girls looked up, looking at louis a bit annoyed.

"so? we sat here first, which means we will be sitting here for the whole show." she says sassily, looking louis up and down in a rude way.

"maybe you should take your sassy self and your horribly dressed friend to the back where no one can hear your ugly attitude. also, acting ugly isn't attractive, and neither are your nonexistent eyebrows." louis sassed, and they gasped, getting out of their seats immediately. louis rolled his eyes, sitting in his regular sear and liam sits next to him.