my angel l.s

chapter #5

"here is my dressing room! it's kinda clean, but like i just had a show so." harry looks around, then realizes he only has one chair.

"you can sit, I'll stand." louis shakes his head, looking at harry.

"no, you can." harry shakes his head, telling him he can sit there, and louis insists and says he can.

"here." harry pulls him to the chair, sitting him down.

"and here." louis tries to pull harry next to him, but instead he ends up on louis' lap, making him immediately blush and move. louis blushing, beginning to like harry sitting on his lap.

"i'm sorry, that was an accident and i-"

"ange- i mean, harry it's fine." they blush to themselves, looking nervously at their laps.

"do you like food? i mean, yes you do but like, what kind of food?" harry asks louis, louis chuckles, finding it adorable how harry is getting flushed.

"um, i love pizza. pizza is my go to food to eat, really. what about you?" harry smiles at louis, biting his lip.

"kale. i really like kale." harry admits and louis scoffs playfully.

"you're not one of those vegans, right? that doesn't eat anything but lettuce or something like that? am i going to have to start to call you vegan harry?" harry giggles into his sleeve, blushing. louis sees, fondly watching him and wanting that to appear more often.

"no, i just really love kale. i also love tacos, a lot. i once had this idea for taco flavored cereal but like my friend said that would taste utterly disgusting." louis pouts, then pokes his tummy, almost gasping because of how squishy it is. it makes louis want to kiss it all over.

"well harry, if you want to make taco flavored cereal, then so do it. who cares if your friend doesn't like it, i'll make sure to be your best customer." harry blushes even darker, loving how louis says his name and the fact that louis admitted he would be his best customer if he sold taco flavored cereal. louis sees him blushing, looking at his small fingers and smiles, loving how adorable he looks currently. 

"i think i'm going to stick to modeling, seeing as your already one of my best customers. don't think i need to switch careers as i already have one amazing supporter." harry teases lightly, looking up into louis's blue eyes. 

"well, yeah. i am because you're um.. you're really beautiful and a very good model, harry. one of the best i've seen." harry looks away from him at his comment, which makes louis poke his cheek lightly, wanting him to be looking at him. "hey, no need to get all embarrassed, harry. it's just me." louis softly tells, looking at him. harry nods, blushing darkly, looking back into his eyes. 

"so, you're a soccer player yeah? i've heard about you, on the television. good things, obviously." louis smiles at his comment, desperately wanting to press his lips against harry's cheek. "i need to go to one of your matches soon. i'll see what's up." louis nods, loving that idea.

"i have one tomorrow, if you have any interest?" harry bites his lip, thinking if he has anything to do. 

all he has is his workout in the morning, then he goes to starbucks, then maybe zayns. yeah, he could go.

"i can go, i have nothing to do." louis smiles widely, enough to make harry smile, loving to see how he made him smile.

"okay, that sounds great. i can meet you somewhere?" harry nods, then looks at his fingers.

"you can direct message me on twitter, i'll answer cause i have my direct messages closed off and only on people i follow. and i don't follow any fans cause of certain situations." harry tells, and louis nods understandingly. 

last year, harry followed a fan, a fake fan, and they repeatedly harassed and sent harry horrible messages. harry unfollowed but since she already got to direct message once, she still can and did. she harassed and then hacked into harry's account, finding his information and where he lived, breaking in and hurting harry for quote on quote 'being such a fag and ruining the shows and victoria secret's image.'

harry ended up in the hospital for a couple days due to his leg cut a bit, and his arms having bruises. he had to stay off the show for a month until he felt and looked better, and after that he never ever followed fans again.

"okay, that sounds terrific harry." harry smiles, and zayn walks in. he left cause he knew how louis and harry would've liked talking to themselves.

"the drivers here, harry. let's go before we get swarmed." harry nods, getting up and grabbing what he though was his phone, and bag. 

"bye louis, i'll talk to you tomorrow." he pokes his stomach, smiling up at him. louis smiles, poking his.

"bye harry. see you." zayn and harry left, leaving the building and getting into the car. when louis left, he went to go and call liam but then realized,

"this isn't my phone, shit!"