Hey Angel [Tomlinson/Styles]

7

Louis hummed to himself as he looked down at his grocery list, trying to figure out why it felt like he was forgetting something. He had already gotten the main essentials (cheap wine, pasta, and ice cream), but he had such a nagging feeling in the back of his head.

"You okay?" Louis squealed in surprise, jumping. The person who had spoken to him chuckled, and he cursed his reflexes.

He turned around, surprised to see an attractive man standing behind him. He was bigger than Louis, much bigger, with muscled biceps and facial hair. Of course he made a fool out of himself in front of this hunk.

"Sorry, yeah, I'm fine. I just feel like I'm forgetting something and it's driving me nuts." Louis rambled, blushing from embarrassment. His nonsense got another laugh from the man, though, so maybe it was okay.

"Maybe I could help?" He questioned with a grin. Louis couldn't help but smile back; this guy was flirting with him!

It had been two weeks since the whole Harry fiasco, and the model hadn't heard from the rockstar since. He figured it was probably for the best, anyways.

Louis watched as the man peeked at his cart behind him, and felt embarrassed all over again. He probably seemed like such a loser with a cart full of comfort food.

And okay, maybe he wasn't completely okay with Harry not writing him, and he finally came to grips with the idea that it was all a one weekend thing. It was a good enough excuse to him to shop for some shit food that was totally against his usual diet plan.

"Well, personally, I think you're missing a movie and some chips. But, that's just me." He continued on, shrugging his shoulders. "My names Ryan, by the way."

"Well, nice to meet you, Ryan. I appreciate your suggestions." Louis winked. "'M names Louis."

"Pretty name for a pretty boy." Louis felt his face heating up, giggling pathetically at the cliche line. It's been awhile since someone's tried to chat him up, not his fault.

"Well, Ryan, I hope you're not judging me for my comfort food." Louis made a show of pouting his lips.

"Nah, no way." Ryan replied, leaning against his own cart. Louis took a peak at the contents, then gave Ryan a skeptical look when he saw that it was filled with different vegetables and entrees that could cook something homemade. "I'm serious! I've needed comfort food before too, I get it." His smile had a pitying edge to it, which made Louis uneasy. He didn't need pity. He just wanted to wallow in his self esteem issues for a weekend.

"Well, thanks for the advice." Louis wasn't sure what else to say, but kind of wanted to get the mans number.

It seemed they had the same idea, because they both opened their mouth to speak at the same time. Louis closed his own with a soft chuckle, raising an eyebrow in the mans direction to urge him to continue. "Could I possibly get your number? Maybe we could eat some comfort food and watch movies together this weekend."

Louis beamed, nodding his head before handing Ryan his phone. The man grinned as he typed into it before handing it back. "I texted myself. I'll message you later?"

"Alright, sounds good." Louis turned back toward his cart. "Maybe I'll see you later." He waved with a wink, a smile on his face as he walked over to the check out line.

He was perfectly fine without Harry Styles.

-

"You seriously didn't get his number?" Niall questioned incredulously, throwing one of his fries at him. "You dumb fuck!"

"I know." Harry groaned, his head falling back to bang against the wall. It had been two weeks since he texted Zayn asked for Louis' number, and the man still hadn't replied. Harry had a feeling he didn't approve of them. "I didn't think Zayn was that serious about staying away from him."

"Obviously he has a really close relationship to Louis." Liam stated with a shrug of his shoulders, taking a large bite out of his burger. The trio hadn't seen each other since they left separately from Paris, but now they were all back in London, so they had decided to meet at Harry's for dinner. "I think some shit went down with Louis before, and that's why he's so protective. I tried to talk to him about how they met, and the only thing he'd say was that they've known each other since they were kids."

Harry pursed his lips at the though, nodding his head in acknowledgement. Could that be it? Was Louis dealing with some private shit that made Zayn think Harry wouldn't be able to deal with?

It pissed him off a bit, honestly. It wasn't Zayn's decision if he was going to get with Louis. It should be the boys own choice. Harry wasn't some scum bag like he knew the media portrayed him to be, he was respectful, and he honestly just wanted to get to know Louis.

The boy was beautiful, and funny, and sweet. Niall had been ridiculing him since they met at the after party, because even he could tell how smitten Harry was with the model. He could treat Louis how the boy deserved. He just needed the chance to prove himself.

"How's it going with Cara?" Liam questioned. Harry shrugged, not really too effected. "Your date was all over the papers the next day." He put air quotes around the word date, which made Harry laugh.

"It was fine. Cara and I have been friends for a while, so it's not a hardship to hang out with her. I'd rather PR set me up with her than someone else." He answered. Cara was a rising model, and Harry had known her since they bonded over a shared loved of fruity drinks at a club about a year back. They partied together occasionally, and even shared a large group of friends that would sometimes meet for dinner. Having his PR team make him kiss her a few times wasn't the worst option, especially considering the situations they've put him in before.

"Contracts almost up." Niall reminded him. His fellow band mates couldn't help but laugh at him, Harry handing him a napkin to wipe the ketchup off of his face. "It's all on you how ya want to set it up, mate. Come out or leave. Whatever you decide is fine with us. We'll make money off the next suits that come around."

Harry gave the blond a genuine smile, nodding his head. Even if things didn't go well with Louis, he was still dead set on coming out as soon as he got the chance. It was exhausting trying to maintain the same persona for so long.

But, he thought to himself as he continued eating, it definitely wouldn't hurt if he came out with a pretty thing like Louis on his arm. 

Thank you guys so much for your comments on the last update! I'm finally done with finals, so I'll be able to get back to updating more now. :)