my angel l.s

chapter #17

i apologize for my hiatus and how i left like that, i just wanted a break.

here's a new chapter though, hope you like it!!

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harry and louis get in the car, harry immediately strapping himself.

"okay, here's the aux cord since you love claiming it from me when we drive anywhere." louis tells harry, and harry gasps.

"that is not true! it's just sitting on the arm rest, motionless, and i want to make it be able to do something, something useful. useful like listening to some music." harry takes the cord from louis, unlocking his phone.

"hm, what do i feel like listening to today...oh i know!" harry plugs it in, turning on the song. louis' mouth opens, looking at harry.

"i'm with some hood girls lookin' back at it, and a good girl in my tax bracket," harry whispers to himself, scrolling on his instagram feed. louis just watches harry, not even believing what is currently happening right before his eyes.

"got a black card let the saks have it, these chanel bags is a bad habit. i-i do balls, dal mavericks, my maybach, black magnet. never left but i'm back at it and i'm feelin myself, jack rabbit." harry only lets himself cuss along to nicki minaj and a few other people, thinking they only are allowed it.

louis' eyes widened, he seriously was shocked at harry and how he actually likes nicki minaj.

the guy doesn't even let louis cuss in front of him, but he's literally doing it right now.

"feelin' myself, back off, yes i'm feelin' myself, jack off. heard he thinkin' bout me when he wax off, whacks on? wax off." harry's little feet go back and forth, oblivious to louis being shaken by his rapping.

"national anthem, hats off, then i curve that," he presses his lips together, being respectful, "like a bad toss. let me get a number two with some mac sauce. on the run tour, with my mask off."

"oh my gosh." louis mumbles, so shocked by what's happening.

"change the game with that digital drop, know where you was with that digital popped i stopped the world! male or female, it makes no difference, i stop the world! world stop, carry on." harry licks his lips, looking out the windows at the passing cars.

"kitty on- why did the song switch?" harry frowns, seeing it switched to a one direction song. "i'm disappointed, one direction is cancelled." harry sighs, locking his phone.

"i didn't know you liked nicki minaj." louis commented, looking over at harry for a second who happens to be looking at louis. "yeah, i do. she is the queen of rapping." harry tells him, eyes going to check his nails.

"wow, hm, okay. can i pick someone to listen to?" louis asks, and harry nods. "who?"

"um, koda-"

"he's trash and you know it, tomlinson." harry cuts him off, shaking his head. "no he isn-"

"he went to jail louis! like twice!" harry sighs, "not everyone is innocent like you, harry." harry huffs, crossing his arms. "i am definitely not innocent!"

"if you claim you aren't innocent, i dare you to say a bad word right now." louis stops at a stoplight, turning to harry. harry's cheeks darken, and he bites his lip. "well, um-"