my angel l.s

chapter #31

zayn and harry park in front of louis' house, seeing louis' blue car in the driveway of it. harry blushes, remembering how days ago harry was apologizing in his back yard.

they get out, walking towards the door. "i cannot wait to watch that video again, it was so hilarious." zayn starts giggling, remembering gigi's shocked face.

the door opens after ringing it once, louis answering it. harry looks at the ground, fingers starting to fiddle with the others.

"hi louis! you wouldn't believe what happened at rehearsal!" zayn told him, "god, it's so iconic i'm still shaking." louis stepped to the side to give them room to walk in, his eyebrow raising at zayn and harry.

they walk in, louis walking in right behind harry. his hands went to his sides, stopping him for a moment. "w-what?" harry whispered, looking back at him.

louis smiled softly, pecking his forehead, which makes harry blush. they continue walking in, going to the living room and sitting on the sofas and armchair.

"okay, spill." louis asked, looking at the two.

"don't get mad-" harry starts to tell him before zayn interrupts, "harry cussed gigi out and got her fired!" louis gasps, becoming shocked.

"are you serious? you're not lying or just trying to get a reaction out of me, right?" zayn shakes his head, a big grin on his face. harry's eyes widen, his hand moving in a way to decline what zayn was claiming.

"n-no, i never cussed anyone out at all." harry crossed her arms, looking at his lap.

zayn sighed, "yes you did! i didn't even know cunt was in your vocabulary until today, wow." zayn begins to giggle softly again at the memory. "'you fucking cunt. go fuck yourself you fucking cunt.' i'm still dead."

"harry said that?"

"yes! i have a video!" zayn nods, pulling out his phone, going to his camera roll. louis gets up sitting by zayn to see the video.

"i-i have to go to the bathroom, i'll be right back." harry stands up quickly, walking rushed to the washroom, shutting the door immediately after he enters.

his medium-sized hands grip the ends of the counter, while his back is leaned against it as he stares at the dark blue painted wall.

why did i have to curse her out, harry thinks as his green eyes droop to the ground.

"could've easily gotten my point across without cursing her out, now louis is going to be mad at me and he's going to hate me." he frowns, eyelids closing soon after his lips turned down.

"oh fuck off, gogo. nobody gives a shit about what you have to say. you think that everyone doesn't like me and all, when it's you! everyone hates your attitude, everyone hates how you are and definitely doesn't appreciate how you treat everyone, including me, so different! you are the same as us! we are all angels, you aren't special, bitch." the audio from zayn's phone played, harry crossing his arms on the big screen.

louis' eyes were widened as soon as he started cursing her out, he even leaned back a bit in shock as harry was calling her out.

as louis watched the video, he wouldn't call himself mad or upset that harry was cursing, he'd rather say proud because finally harry could stand up for himself. finall after a good year of bullying from her.

"go fuck yourself, you fucking cunt." zayn starts laughing, louis gasping. "my favorite part, oh my god." zayn locks his phone, wiping his eyes. "hey, where's harry? he didn't magically get sick two seconds ago or something..right?" louis sighs, getting up, knowing the exact reason why he's in there.

"i'll be right back, 'm gonna check on him." louis walks over to the bathroom, knocking on the door lightly. "baby? please open the door. i want to talk to you." louis tells him gently, hearing a soft sniffle.

"i don't wan-"

"you either open the door or i get a key and open it myself." the door clicked quickly, showing harry with slightly red eyes. "hey, why are you crying?" harry walked into louis' arms as they were opened, already wrapping his arms around him. "don't cry, don't cry, love. what's wrong?" he comforted as he rubbed harry's back.

"didn't want you to hate me since i know you aren't fond of me cursing. i'm sorry, just hated to get bullied all the time. knew if i cursed she would've listened, i'm sorry, i'm sorry-" louis kissed his head, his hand going to run his fingers through his hair while the other one continued to rub his back.

"no, don't be sorry. i don't hate you, actually i'm so proud of you harry. i'm so proud you could stand up for yourself, so proud of you. now that you stood up for yourself, she lost her job, which she should've. she didn't deserve her job anyways, her family got it for her and not herself, but that's none of my business." harry sniffed again, pulling away from louis' chest a bit to look up at him.

louis grins when he hears a soft giggle, "typical louis, always spilling tea." louis kissed his head.

"feel better?" harry nods, "good. let's go back out there, yeah?" louis wraps his arm around his waist. "so proud of you, wanted to say that again. very proud." harry blushes, cheeks turning a light pink. "thanks louis."

"you're welcome, baby."

theres a cute ending for yall :)