Hey Angel [Tomlinson/Styles]

6

Louis groaned, exhausted, as he sat in the uncomfortable airport chair. He had a pair of sunglasses covering his face, and a hat pulled down as well, but the florescent lights still managed to overwhelm him.

"Will you be quiet." Zayn hissed, pinching Louis' thigh. The younger boy whined, slapping at his hand. "Go get some snacks or something, we should be boarding soon."

"Fine." Louis huffed. He sat up from the chair and made his way to one of the stores that they were sitting by, stepping into the first one he saw. He grabbed a bag of chips, and a pack of gum for take off, before stopping at the magazine shelf.

There were several blurbs and pictures pasted onto covers that highlighted fashion week. It made Louis proud and unbelievably excited to know that he even had a small part in the madness of it all.

As he perused, he grabbed the latest edition of Vogue, that was completely centered around Paris Fashion Week. As he grabbed it, though, something in his peripheral stopped him.

He looked over toward the bottom of the rack, realizing that what caught his eye was actually a picture of Harry.

Louis smiled at the sight, picking up the magazine in order to look through it and see what it talked about.

Louis had a wonderful time with the band and Zayn, both at his party and when they spent time together the day after. The boys were both funny and charismatic, making it almost impossible not to adore them.

And, Louis' once ridiculous, mindless crush on Harry was breaching dangerous territory. He flirted with Harry on autopilot, he didn't even realize he was doing it until Harry started reciprocating. He couldn't understand it at first, but especially after their last meeting, he thought maybe there was a chance Harry liked him too.

Louis cheered quietly when he finally reached Harry's spread, his eyes reading over it mindlessly to try to figure out the main idea of the article.

But, as he read on, he wished he hadn't even opened the magazine in the first place.

---and what of Harry's love life? Simple. The singer is notorious for his multiple rumored lovers and his appreciation for groupies. While he recently publicly denied allegations of dating pop star Taylor Swift, Styles was recently seen out and about schmoozing with an unnamed girl--- who is GORG. They appeared together over the weekend, and even attended a fashion week even in Paris together. Is romance in the air?

Underneath the blurb there was a collage of photos of Harry holding hands, kissing, and groping a girl. Louis pursed his lips as he looked at her, the typical tall and beautiful type. Of course. Harry would definitely choose her over him any day, and he doesn't blame him at all for it.

With a heavy feeling in his gut, Louis put both magazines away and took his snacks to the counter. He picked up a few candy bars while he was at it, deciding comfort food would be priority once he got home.

As he walked toward Zayn in the waiting area he left him in, Louis was in a daze. He was embarrassed, and honestly, a bit sad. He had thought that Harry was sending him signals that he was interested, thought his careful touches and sweetness meant something.

But of course not. Maybe it was just Harry being a genuine guy.

He rolled his eyes and attempted to calm him self down, trying to seem nonchalant as he reached Zayn who seemed to be waiting on him.

He was fine. He would live. He got a little heartbroken and felt even more stupid, but it was okay.

He had Zayn, and he had just finished walking Paris fashion week.

He'd be fine without Harry Styles.

-

As they took their seats on the plane, Louis only half heartedly listened to Zayn ramble on about Paris. He was still pretty deep in his own thoughts, berating himself for getting his hopes up.

"Lou?" The blue eyed boy looked over, raising an eyebrow at Zayn to encourage him to go on. The man in front of him was biting his lip, looking a bit sheepish. "Can I ask you something?"

"You can ask me anything, Z." Louis frowned, reaching out with his hand open. Zayn intertwined their fingers and sighed, nodding his head.

"I'd really like to ask you to not get involved with Harry." Zayn cringed as if he was ashamed by his wording. "I mean, you can be friends with whoever you want, bab. I'm not telling you any different. Just... be careful with your heart, you know? I only want you happy, and I want you to find someone who deserves you."

"Aw, Z," Louis couldn't help but sniffle. Here he was already realizing his dumb luck, and Zayn was stressing out because he thought he never would. He was the best possible friend Louis could ever asked for. "You're gonna make me cry, you fucker."

"I just wanted you to know." Zayn shrugged his shoulders. "Your own fault you're such a fuckin' baby."

"Ugh, you ruin every moment we have you dick." Louis punched him in the arm, chuckling a bit at his exaggerated shout of pain. "But, I get it. I've already told myself to back off."

"But the thing is, he probably won't." Louis was suddenly aware of the sunglasses covering him, so he rolled his eyes freely. Trust me, he wanted to shout, he's not that interested. "I just want you to be careful, okay?"

"Don't worry, my love," Louis sighed, turning toward the window he was sat by to look out at the bright, beautiful day. "I'll take care of myself."

Short and I apologize for that! I'm just not very motivated for this story. If you guys have any ideas or questions, please comment! xx