Little Lou (Louis + Styles Triplets) -Major editing-

One

Eighteen-year-old Louis Tomlinson walked through the doors to Italia. It was the most popular restaurant in London, England. "I own this place, bitches!" He said as he walked over to a booth in the restaurant, his friend following behind.

"Actually..." Harry Styles began as he walked up to where the loud boy took a seat. "I own this place, and many more around the world."

"Who the fuck are you?"

"I'd watch my mouth, if I were you." Harry raised an eyebrow. "I'm Harry Styles."

"H-Harry Styles?" Louis thickly gulped. "As in one of thee Styles triplets?"

"Yes, love." The man replied. "And who might you be?"

"I-I'm Louis, sir." The boy replied to the man before blushing bright red. "I'm sorry for b-being loud when I first entered into the restaurant. I-it's just that I tend to get loud without even trying."

"We might have to fix that, won't we?" Harry said, licking lips. He moved a brown curl away from his jade-green eyes.

"W-what?" The younger lad questioned, flicking his feathery-brown fringe out of his bright blue eyes. "What is that supposed to mean, Harry?"

"It means..." The curly haired man began before he chuckled, "I'd like to take you out sometime. If that's okay with you, sweetheart?"

The blue-eyed boy's neck and cheeks were becoming flushed. "What if I'm straight, hmm?" He teased.

"Then I'd have to find a way to ignore looking at your beauty, somehow. Although, I'm pretty sure it's impossible to ignore something as beautiful as you are."

"Stop being so cheesy, Harold."

"Don't call me that." The man shook his head. "You should be calling me... Sir."

"Why do you want me to call you sir?" Louis questioned. He licked his lips before shyly looking away from the man. "I don't understand."

"I like the sound of that word leaving your pretty lips, sweetheart." Harry replied.

"I-I must be going, now," the boy stumbled as he tried to get out of the restaurant's booth.

"You didn't even get to order anything yet, love."

"Maybe next time?" The feathery haired boy replied before rushing out of the restaurant's glass doors.

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"Mum?" Louis called out, "dad?"

He got no reply.

Turns out, his parents left to go on a business trip in Australia without bothering to tell their son.

"They left me, again?" He sadly whispered to himself.

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"Hey, Marcel!" Harry said into his phone, "hey, Eddie!"

"What's up, Harry?" Edward Styles replied to his brother.

"I've met the cutest boy today!" The curly haired man replied, "he's perfect. You two would love him. And! I know he's our mate."

"Our mate?" Marcel questioned his brother.

"Yes, our mate!" Harry rolled his eyes. Thank God his brothers couldn't see him doing that, or else they'd probably slap him in the back of the head. "We've been searching for our mate for over a hundred years, but now I know that I've found our mate. His name is Louis, and he's so precious."