my angel l.s

chapter #7

louis had to drop off liam at his house, due to him having to go to work and that left louis and harry in the car.

"okay, now that leaves you and me." louis tells harry, pulling out of liam's driveway. harry nods, looking at his lap since after liam left, louis persuaded harry to get in shotgun. harry declined, but louis insisted, wanting his guest to have a good seat.

"are you gonna speak? or am i going to be doing a monologue here?" harry blushes, then looks up at louis who is looking his way. they're currently at a stop sign, three kids are crossing the street, slowly might i add.

"oh, sorry i didn't mean to-"

"angel, it's fine." which made harry blush even more,"stop apologizing, you're doing nothing wrong. except for not talking to your chauffeur." harry let out a giggle, blushing even more. louis smiles, looking at harry once more before keeping his eyes on the road.

"i said i'm sorry, you big goofball!" harry lets out another, feeling louis' finger poke his cheek.

"oh, i'm a goofball? what does that lead you to be? silly goose?" harry sits up, turning to louis.

"i'm silly goose? that doesn't even fit me, louis!" louis chuckles, then peers at harry for a second.

"yes it does, you're very silly. you always giggle and love poking peoples tummies, especially mine." harry blushes, then pokes louis' tummy. "see, point proven!"

"well, you like to poke my cheek!" harry's eyes close, a big smile appearing with his teeth and dimples when at the end of his sentence, louis pokes his cheek.

"that's correct, i do cause it's squishy." harry pouts, crossing his arms.

"my cheek is not squishy!" louis smiles at him, his hand going to the knob to turn on the radio.

"yes, it is and before you protest i'm going to listen to music." harry rolls his eyes playfully, then sees louis change it to 96.3, which makes harry cringe immediately.

"what? do you not like rap or something?" louis looks over at harry, and harry plugs his ears, hearing cuss words being thrown. louis sees, turning it down then softly grabbing his wrist, pulling his hand away from his ears slowly.

"you okay? we don't have to listen to it, we can listen to that bubblegum shitty po-"

"no cussing!" harry covers louis' mouth, and louis looks at harry, shaking his head with a smile on his face.

"and why is that?" harry takes off his hand, putting it in his lap. "cause, cussing is wrong and you shouldn't do it." louis laughs at him, harry frowns, feeling like louis is insulting him for believing that.

louis recognizes the frown on his face, then immediately stops laughing, and his hand brushes hair out of harry's face, "hey, i wasn't laughing at you, you just are acting cute and the only way i could express it is laughing at you. it's fine if you think that, i won't cuss around you." harry nods, smiling at louis and then turns the radio to 99.5, which has one of his favorite songs playing.

"oh my gosh, i love this song!" harry squeals softly, then louis turns it up, letting harry enjoy the rest of the song. harry hums softly to the song, while tapping his fingers against the arm rest.

"i know it breaks your heart, moved to a city with a broke-down car and," harry sings softly, tapping his fingers. louis smiles at him, fondly watching him sing.

"you're a really good singer." harry blushes, stopping his singing just as he said it.

"no i'm not." harry twists his hair on his finger, blushing at his lap as louis says, "whatever you say, angel."