my angel l.s

chapter #33

harry went to his music the second he got his seatbelt buckled, having the aux cord in his hand.

"let's not play trash this time, okay? i'm still recovering from when you played katy perry." harry lets out a soft sigh, looking at louis.

"i-i have nothing in response." he looked back at his phone, louis starting up the car. "because i'm right."

"what are you feeling today, louis?" harry asked, louis hums while he thinks. "well, i don't really care what you pick, unless it isn't equivalent to katy perry." 

the second louis said that, harry's manicured finger pressed the play button, immediately getting hyped.

"huncho! quavo! yeah, yeah." harry started dancing, and louis didn't even bother looking over at him, wanting his eyes focused on the road to avoid seeing his crazy dancing. "is this the guy from one direction who's struggling so much not to-" harry's hand covered louis' mouth, "do NOT give my man slander." 

louis' tongue licked his hand, making harry shriek and quickly wipe his hand on his jeans. "ew!" 

"excuse me, but we've swapped spit before. me licking your hand is nothing." harry's cheeks turn rosy, "a-anyways! you messed up my song, so now i have to pick another. ugly rat." he goes to her library. "not as ugly as d- i apologize i will keep my thoughts to myself." he pressed his lips together, looking at the road. 

"who? say the name." harry told him, sitting up in his seat and looking over at him. "no, you're going to straight up punch me and i'll have to RKO you out of this car for even putting your hands on me."

"say the name or else i'll hack your twitter and tell everyone how you have a silver teacup set in your kitchen." 

"you would never." louis turned to harry, "try me." 

"dylan o'brie-"

"amy schumer has bigger lips than you." harry shoots, looking back down at his phone. "your cheeks look like chipmunks." harry hit his arm, louis quickly turning to him and grabbing his hips, them being at a stop sign. "you really want me to body you on the concrete, don't you? i'm not paying your hospital bills." 

"louis, i understand you can't just keep your hands off me, seeing as i'm so beautiful and have the BEST body ever, but you're driving. green light, rat." harry grabbed louis' hands. putting them back on the steering wheel, even though he secretly never wanted them to leave.

"have you picked your costume for halloween? i have this party we can go to as well!" harry's lips turned in a smile thinking of it, just a night for louis and harry to be together and have fun. nothing happening, nothing getting in-between them, just them.

"i have some ideas, maybe we can go as a duo or something. we have to match at least." harry nods, "i'll pick the outfit cause i'm the only one in this car with fashion sense."

"oh honey, let's remember you showing up at that party with a hot pink dress and that small orange clutch, let's remember!" harry looked at him, "let's look at what you're wearing right now! green shoes and a yellow shirt? no sweetheart, it doesn't work like that." louis scoffs.

"okay princess, you can pick the outfits." harry grins widely, "thank you baby." harry told him as he went on pinterest to get ideas. louis clears his throat, eyes going over to harry. "what?"

"i'm the only one who calls you nicknames, you accept them and get flushed with your rosy cheeks. that's how it works. call me louis, and that's all." louis turned right, and harry's mind got an idea. "are you sure that's all i can call you? anything else?" harry bit his lip, "like what?"

"well, i hear sometimes how people call other people, mostly guys, daddy right? i don't necessarily know why they do, but i figure it's not anything bad or anything. sometimes i see on zayn's text, because i accidentally looked in his messages, that he called liam daddy once? i don't know, it's just a suggestion." louis bursted in laughter, wrapping his arm around harry, his hand going to touch his cheek, thumb lightly rubbing it.

"my sweet innocent baby, wow. wow, wow, wow." louis shook his head, "what?" harry turned to him, "just nothing, just call me louis. only louis." harry nodded, "okay, only louis."

louis pinched his cheek, making harry giggle. "don't be a smartie." harry smiled, "yeah, okay lou."

"so, i have to ask you something.." louis got out a few seconds later, the question being on his mind for a few days now. "yes? are you asking me how to match clothing? i have a few tips on it if you need-" louis pinched again, "shut up. i was going to ask if you could dog sit sadie for two days, because i had to go out of town for this soccer thing. i can't have sadie at the hotel all day, so i was planning to ask you because- i trust you."

"you trust me?" 

"yes, i do."

"awww! louis trusts me! i trust your ugly self too." louis rolls his eyes playfully, "i'd have to drop him tonight, if that's alright. i could stay over for a few hours before i have to get packed because i do everything last minute. i leave tomorrow morning, also." harry nods, looking at him.

"i'll do it, hopefully mittens doesn't put up an attitude or anything. i don't want any drama or anything between the two." louis poked his cheek, "okay, cool then."

soon enough, louis and harry got to their destination. 

"okay, i'll see you later tonight, love." harry grabbed his bag, smiling over at him. "and i will see you later tonight too, louis" louis grinned at him. 

"also," louis adds, "my friend is coming, just to tell you." harry had the door opened, and he looks back at him. "who?"

"you'll see, bye princess." louis pulled him over to kiss, pecking his cheek. harry blushed, pecking his as well, then getting out the car. "bye louis." he closes the door, starting to walk to the entrance.

louis smiled, shaking his head as he drove away,"oh, you'll definitely see."

who do you think is going to the show with louis?