my angel l.s

chapter #34

"you're going to do amazing, you look so freaking beautiful!" zayn smiled at harry, looking at his outfit. "we're stealing that after, alright? if anyone asks questions, just say we had a replica." he whispered, harry shaking his head and smiling.

"zayn, thank you but i don't want to be put in jail or charged for stealing an outfit. going to jail really isn't on my top priorities list right now? i'll definitely tell you when jail time is something i'm wanting and yearning to get but until then, i'll just model clothes and return them after." zayn nods, them moving up the line for them to go and strut.

"so, are you excited to see louis' guest? i have a feeling that you're going to faint on stage and i'll have to carry you away." harry nodded, "is it like, dylan o' brien or something? oh my god if it is i'm going to burst out in tears. i thought it'd be abel but thing is, i would faint, and cry after waking up, and louis wouldn't bring him i don't think. i doubt he would." he told him, he girl in front of him going on the stage.

"well, whoever it is, please don't trip and fall, or faint. we aren't trying to get in the news, i'm glad no one leaked the video of you calling gigi a fucking cunt." zayn started giggling, harry hitting him on the arm.

"me too, i don't like cursing at people but she really deserved it." the girl started going back, "don't freak out." zayn told him before harry started walking on, his eyes searching for louis.

he still managed to keep his nice walk at such an anxious time, his hands beginning to be sweaty.

when he got to the end of the runway, his eyes looked down where louis usually sits each show.

oh my god.

his eyes widened, him keeping in the same place for a few moments, not even believing who was right below him.

harry! you have a show!

he snapped back into reality, walking towards the entrance of the backstage, covering his mouth as he walked to his dressing room, zayn following.

he sat in his chair, started to shake. "harry who was it?"

"h-h-he, h-h-he bro-brought, he brought-" harry was in complete utter shock, his mind trying to wrap around what just happened.

"he brought who!" harry wrapped his arms around his stomach, "abel, he brought abel." he muttered, still stuttering.

"oh my god, he really brought table? wow louis, i thought you'd do so much better-"

"shut up zayn! my freaking idol is out there and i- i can't even- he looked so good, he looked so good! his hair, his freaking hair! his outfit, he looked like- a full course meal. i can't believe this, i can't believe this." zayn pulled out his phone, texting louis that harry can't stop shaking.

"you have to get changed, you realize right? you have to go out there again, and see him again, harry." harry slumped to the floor, "i can't- i'm trying not to cry. i can't stop shaking, my actual idol is out there and i can't believe this."

zayn manages to pick harry up, getting his outfit. "i'm not dressing you cause i'm not louis who you lied to acting like you were drunk and needed help getting dressed. i still can't believe you pulled that." harry started getting dressed, finishing in a few before touching himself back up.

"can we not talk about that party? i still get creeped out about them almost doing it while i was in the closet!" harry shivers in disgust, zayn rolling his eyes. "cmon, harry, let's go see who your "daddy.""

"he is my daddy!" harry protests, crossing his arms as they walk back over to behind the curtains.

"you don't even know what a daddy is, you even asked louis if you could call him that, i'm still getting second hand embarrassment." zayn sighs, shaking his head.

"i thought daddy meant-"

"daddy means, like for example, you are dating louis-"

"which will happen very soon-"

"anyways, you are dating louis, and you call him daddy cause... this is so hard to explain and i'm trying to censor. basically, daddy is a nickname for your boyfriend, usually used during sex," harry cringes at the word, "like, it's dominant i guess. pretty much." harry nods, "i still want to call louis daddy though-"

"oh look! it's your turn to walk on!" zayn pushed him a bit, harry sighing as he started walking again, his hands starting to shake a bit as he got closer and closer to the end.

louis is really going to get something for this, he still can't believe he did this.

when he saw him again, he looked over at louis who had the nicest warm smile in the world on, knowing how much harry is enjoying his surprise.

he blushes, turning away before going backstage and waiting for the show to end.

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"okay, his dressing room is back here." louis lead abel to the room, so ready to see harry's big smile when he arrives at the door.

"thank you so much for coming, you don't know how much this means to harry, he adores you so much." he smiled at him, abel looking over and smiling back. "no problem, plus he's a cutie anyways so it's a win win situation."

louis' eyebrows furrowed, his lips puffing out in confusion as he walked to the room. "w-what?"

"harry. he's cute. hopefully i can get his number, he se-"

"and we are here." louis interrupted, wanting abel to stop talking about wanting to get harry's number and most likely wanting to take him out on a date.

"okay," he knocked on the door, stepping back a bit.

zayn heard knocks, "they are here!" he looked back at harry who's still shaking in his seat, "what? i can't do this, i-"

"too bad, the door is opening." zayn opens the door, louis and abel looking over at harry, who is still shaking. "hi harry." louis smiled at him, "here's the surpris-"

"i can see the surprise, louis. thank you." harry got out of his seat, holding on to a chair to help him not fall to the ground. his eyes looked over at abel, his stomach being swarmed with butterflies.

"hello, harry." he looked at harry, a smile appearing on his face. harry stood there, starstruck, not even knowing what to say.

"hello?" his eyebrows furrowed, beginning to be puzzled.

"oh, don't worry if harry doesn't respond for a few moments. when he met dylan o' brien for the first time he passed out and literally couldn't speak for five minutes until dylan calmed him down." abel nods.

"h-hi." harry managed to get out, "i-i'm harry, my n-name is harry." louis and zayn smiled, happy harry is out of his very shocked state.

"hello, and i'm abel." he smiled at him, "i know, i-i mean, agh." he close his eyes, sighing softly.

"hey.. it's alright. it's alright, harry." he stepped towards him, his hands going to his sides, "how are you doing? you know, you made my day when louis told me about how you really wanted to meet me." harry blushed, "r-really?"

zayn pulled louis back, "you better not let him take harry or else i'll go off. do not let him finesse harry from you, because habel is not cute. larry is end game." he crosses his arms, watching harry and abel hug.

louis nods, "i would never." he sighed as abel kissed him on the cheek.

"hey, i have to go.. can i have your number? i'd love to get together with you sometime." harry takes out his phone quickly, going to contacts and handing it to him.

"i'll shoot you a text back as soon as i can. bye cutie." he kissed his cheek again, leaving the room.

"i- i love you!" harry jumps into louis' arms the second the door closed, his legs wrapping around his torso, arms around his neck.

louis stumbled back before gaining balance, arms wrapping around his back. "i love you too." he smiled, rubbing it lightly.

LMAO THE WHOLE THING DIDNT UPLOAD SO REUPLOAD