Hey Angel [Tomlinson/Styles]

8

"Zaynie," Louis sang as he entered said mans house. He knew he was home, for the honest answer of looking at his location on Life360. The app was such a gift. "I know you're home, you dick."

He still didn't get a reply, and rolled his eyes. The mans house wasn't big enough to have the excuse of not hearing him call his name. He jogged up the stairs, heading toward the mans bedroom, only to open the door and find him sleeping.

"It's two in the afternoon." Louis chuckled to himself, shaking his head. Zayn was wearing a pair of tight black jeans and a shirt, obvious going out clothes. "Oh, what a dork."

The smaller boy climbed into the bed and sighed, poking at the older mans cheek, only to get a loud snore in response. It made him giggle, and he decided the man probably needed the rest he was trying to get.

Louis turned the TV on to pass the time, humming to himself as he tried to find something that wasn't a rerun or boring. He groaned when nothing met his fancy, and reached for his phone, only to remember it was dead. "Damn it."

He looked around and found Zayn's on his nightstand, grabbing it and inputting the passcode. They had an unofficial rule that they would tell each other whenever they changed it.

He grinned at the background, realizing it was a picture of the two together from way back when. He loved Zayn with all his heart.

The boy messed around, playing a few of the dumb games the man had on it, before deciding to text Trisha, Louis' own adoptive mother and Zayn's biological, remembering that they were going to meet for dinner at some point in the coming week.

But, he was surprised to see a preview of a text from Harry asking about him when he opened up the messages.

Louis peaked at Zayn from the corner of his eye, before clicking on the message history.

From: Harry
Hey Z! Would you mind giving me Lou's number? Thanks man

There wasn't a reply, and Louis couldn't help but feel a bit hurt at the fact that the text was from over two weeks ago. Why wouldn't Zayn tell Louis that Harry was asking about him?

The boy pursed his lips before making a split decision.

To: Harry
Ya. It's xxx-xxx-xxxx.

Louis deleted the message as soon as he saw it was sent, and waited to see if Harry would reply. The man didn't within the twenty minutes it took for Zayn to wake up, and Louis hoped he still wouldn't after that.

"Lou?" Zayn groaned, rubbing at his eyes. "Fuck. 'Ve got the hangover from hell."

"I can tell, party boy. It's nearly three o'clock." Louis chuckled as the man made an opposing noise again, covering his eyes with an arm.

"What's up?" He croaked, sitting up and rubbing at his temples. Louis waited for him to turn and look at him, giving him a smirk when he did so.

"I have a date tonight." Zayn's eyes widened, a big grin forming on his face.

"No shit, with that dude from the grocery store?" When Louis nodded his head, Zayn cheered. "Fuckin' sweet, beb. Do you know what you're doing?"

"Wine and dessert at the Angler." Zayn wiggled his eyebrows at the name, recognizing the restaurant. Louis had knew exactly the place too, it was pricey but delicious. He had gone only once for a meeting for a modeling job.

"So what're you here for, then? Figured a princess like you would be at home getting ready by now." His teasing grin made Louis roll his eyes, but he was telling the truth. Louis valued his appearance, and liked to impress people. There was absolutely nothing wrong with that.