my angel l.s

chapter #4

"so, will you ever plan to meet him?" zayn asked harry, them just hanging in the dressing room until their driver comes. it's a good thirty minute wait till, since the driver is in horrible traffic.

"i mean, i don't know. i'm too shy, too too shy." harry looks at his nails, knowing they need to get redone.

he's currently wearing a bra and some shorts, not expecting anyone to be coming into their dressing room while zayn's wearing jeans and a shirt.

"well, i'll be by your side, like i said! i could even do the talking!" harry shakes his head, and zayn sighs, failing once again.

"okay, here, show me how to change colors on snapchat, i'm confused on it." harry smiles, nodding and heads to the app.

while they do that, they get a knock on the door.

"you get it, 'm too comfortable." zayn sighs, getting up and opening it. when he does, he gasps loudly.

"uh.. hi? i was wondering if there was a harry styles in this room?" zayn gasps again, then looks back at harry who is very confused.

"uh, yes! give me a second though and i'll get him to you." zayn closes the door, then looks at harry.

"harry, that was louis." harry gasps too, covering his mouth.

"it was? oh my, oh my god." zayn smiles big, ready for them to meet each other finally.

"this is your chance! meet him!" harry gets up, looking in the mirror and fixing his hair.

"where's a shirt? i don't have a shirt!" harry exclaims, sighing in frustration.

"i can't find an- here's your shirt!" harry puts it on, then takes a breath.

"do i look good?" zayn nods, and smiles at him.

"go meet him." harry takes a big breath, walking towards the door. he grabs the handle, twisting it then pulling it back and looking up.
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when louis got to the door, he felt so fucking anxious, in his words.

he's seriously about to meet harry styles. harry freaking styles.

the door opens, and a guy zack (zayn) opens it.

louis feels a bit annoyed, just wanting to meet harry and not his friends but then again zack could get him to.

zack gasps loudly, then looks back in the room. louis raises his eyebrow then shrugs.

"uh...hi? is there a harry styles in this room?" louis asks, just wanting to meet him but was also having anxiety.

"uh, yes! give me a second though and i'll get him to you." zack closes the door, and louis waits.

louis looked at his hands, his foot tapping nervously.

he's finally going to meet harry, he's finally going to meet harry, he's finally going to meet fucking harry fucking styles.

louis gets a text from liam, asking what's happening and he answers that he is waiting.

he hears talking, hearing some one trying to find a shirt and he guesses that is harry, making him smile to himself.

his angel sounds like that, in person. oh my gosh.

yes, he's watched youtube videos but sometimes the audio sounds very different and the in life product sounds different.

when the door knob is turned, louis starts worrying.

should he have gotten him a rose?

he should have, shit!

but all his thoughts clear when the door is opened and is faced with his three month crush.
- (honestly gonna do dialogue and describe what they both are thinking)

"hi." louis looks at him, his small lips forming into a smile. louis can't even believe that's harry, the guy he's liked for a long time. harry looks at him, just amazed and so starstruck.

"hi?" louis questions, confused as to why harry is still standing there and not saying anything. harry comes back to reality, widening his eyes when he realizes louis is in front of him.

"oh, hi, hi. hi, hello, hi. um, i'm harry." harry nervously tells, wanting to kick his foot into the wall cause of what he just said. louis coos in his head, thinking harry looks absolutely adorable right now.

"and i'm louis." louis smiles, and harry smiles back. harry goes for a hug, since he is a hug guy and louis goes for a handshake.

"oh? sorry, i'll just-"

"no, we can hug."

"no no, handshake." harry grabs louis's hand, wanting to scream cause it's so dainty and small like he described and shakes it, having a small smile on his face. louis looks at him, shaking his head.

"you're so cute." harry looks up at him, biting his lip. "w-what?" louis realizes what he said, cursing himself in his mind, saying nothing.

"so, louis tomlinson huh? famous soccer player coming to my shows?" harry teases, trying to get him all flushed. louis blushes, nodding at his words.

"mhm, yeah. modeling's fun to watch." harry smiles at him, liking how he made louis blush.

"so, you're sure you just came for watching the models, or watching just me?" and yes, harry doesn't know where this sudden confidence is coming from either.

"um.." harry giggles, seeing him blush even more. he pokes his tummy, smiling at him. "i'm just teasing you, louis. here, let's talk in my dressing room."