Three of Them (Zourry)

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Louis' pov

I finished the surgery quite quickly. It wasn't that bad apparently. Well, that's great cause I got a date!

I paid my visit to Zayn and Harry. Saying goodbye and all that. Now I was on my way home. To my mansion.

I was kinda worried about what to wear. Oh god why am I like this. I just wanna look good, I got a feeling that Lottie is going to be an important part of my life.

I looked around in my closet, finding a classic white shirt and a black blazer. Shirt and blazer works well when you want something casually formal. Yeah something like that. I also took a jet black jeans. I put them all on. Then went searching for a watch. I settled with a silver Rolex.

I found some semi formal shoes and also put it on. I glanced to my watch, it was 6.00 the reservation was for 7.00, I didn't want to be late. So I'd just go now. I drove to that silly clothes store where she worked. Then my thoughts drifted off to Harry. Poor guy.

Couldn't see his fiancé, instead stuck with Zayn. Well, Zayn was not bad, not at all. He was nice, but you know he wasn't a good guy. I meant he was good, he had a good heart, he just took a wrong turn that's all. He could've been me for all I know.

I finally got there. I hopped off my car and went inside. There she was, Charlotte, Lottie, my date for tonight. Her bleached blonde hair was long, it cascaded down to  the middle of her back. Her eyes looked a lot like mine. She was wearing a cute red dress. I smiled as she turned her head to me and her jaw dropped.

"Hello to you too." I said as I got closer to her. She nervously tucks her hair behind her ear.

"Uh, I didn't mean to be rude." She said. I chuckled.

"I can't help that I'm pretty." I said smoothly. She giggled. Aww.

We walked to my car.  Then drove away to the restaurant. We talk about a lot of things. Our favorite food, the kind of music we listen to, our political views, everything. She was so nice. I was glad, I hoped we'll get along.

Author's pov

Meanwhile... Zayn and Harry were in a car behind Louis' Lambo. A classic black sedan. Perfect for spying.

"Hey don't you think that she looks a lot like him?" Harry asked, Zayn shrugged.

"Yeah, maybe that's why he likes her." Zayn replied. Well, Louis was beautiful, then someone who looked like him must be beautiful as well.

"Hey, I'm just wondering. Why aren't you two ever date?" The curly boy asked so innocently.

"Who, Louis and I?" Zayn was surprised. Harry nodded.

"Why would we?" He asked.

"I don't know. Maybe the fact that you two have been fucking for eleven years. And the other fact that you two still get along very well. That's like, two of the rarest thing on this earth." Harry answered.

"I don't know, I never really thought of that." Zayn said. Harry hummed in understanding although he didn't really understand.

Louis' car pulled off at the restaurant. So does Zayn and Harry's. Well, I wasn't sure it's theirs. Zayn's bodyguards must had "borrowed" it from some boring businessman.

Harry was about to walk out, until Zayn stopped him.

"Harry. Put on the disguise first!" Damn, Harry you were going to uncover yourself.  Amateurs I swear.