Bitch || Larry

Part Six:

Day Eleven:

The Night:

Harry strolled into his usual Starbucks that night. Only this time, it was under different circumstances.

Louis was set to pick him up at 7. He had no idea how the night would play out or how he got sucked into it in the first place.

All he knew was that he would do anything to get that little twink to leave him alone for good.

Harry sat down in a nearby chair, waiting.

The barista noticed him.

"Hey.. you look nice.." She mumbled. "Date tonight?"

Harry was wearing a light pink button up with black skinny jeans and brown boots. His long hair appeared to be more curly than usual.

Harry rolled his eyes. "It's not a date. It's more of a forced arrangement."

"Oh.." She nodded. "Is it with that little cutie I always see you with.."

"He's not cute." Harry huffed. "He's annoying and I hate him."

"Well.. why are you going then?"

Harry turned toward her with an annoyed expression. "Don't you have a job to do or something?"

"Sorry.." She apologized, going back to her cleaning.

Harry sighed loudly, scrolling through his phone.

The front door suddenly opened, causing a loud chime.

Harry looked up to see Louis standing by the doorway.

He was wearing a simple black suit, his hair perfectly quaffed.

God.. He looked hot.

Of course Harry would never admit that.

"Harry.." Louis walked up to him. He caressed his curls. "You look beautiful, darling."