Photographer (Larry) -DISCONTINUED-

Chapter 3

-Saturday-

I woke up, groaning at the bright light that hit my face. I finally got out of bed and got in the shower, letting the warm water calm my muscles. Once I got out, I dried my hair and put on a fresh pair of boxers, black skinny jeans, a white v-neck shirt and a black blazer. Slipping on my TOMS I walked into the kitchen to see that Zayn and Liam were awake and drinking tea.

"Morning Lou. Made you some tea." Liam smiled and I nodded.

"Thanks." I said before grabbing the warm mug and taking a sip.

"So you really weren't joking about looking for Harry Styles?" Zayn groaned and I hit him at the back of the head making him scowl.

"Of course not. I'm going to get that freaking picture." I said, determination clear in my voice.

"Fine. I'm ready when you are." He said drinking the last gulp of his tea and standing up walking towards the living room.

I quickly drank my tea and stood up, brushing my jeans off and walking to the living room with Liam following behind me. I watched Zayn grab his coat and the keys and then he motioned for me and Liam to go.

We climbed in the car and we were off driving down the street heading for the heart of London in search for no other than Harry Styles. The ride their was quiet except of my quiet humming and Zayn croaking out a word or two of the lyrics. Liam was sat next to me so I didn't feel lonely at the back playing a game on his phone and I was staring out of the window watching all the buildings blur past.

Not long after Zayn pulled up into a parking lot and we all got out of the car again. I smiled as I breathed in the cool London air and looked over at Liam who was watching me.

"I have a good feeling about this." I grinned and Zayn came and stood beside me throwing an arm over my shoulders.

"Go on then boss. How are we going to do this?" He asked and I burst laughing.

"Anyway you want." I winked and I watched as Zayns eyes widened in realization of how I took his innocent question.

"You horrible horny bastard!" He grimaced taking a large step away from me. I burst out laughing and I heard Liam chuckle as well.

"You had that one coming Zee." Liam admitted and Zayn shot him an evil glare.

Once I managed to calm down I cleared my throat turning all serious.

"Seriously though, Liam should head East, Zayn you head South and I'll head North." I said pointing towards each direction.

"What about the West side?" Liam asked, cocking an eyebrow up.

"We'll just have to hope Harry won't like West and he prefers East, South and North." I retorted and Liam huffed.

"Fine then Mr snappy pants. I'll see you two later." Liam said walking off.

"Oh and we'll meet at Starbucks at the end of the day." I yelled after Liam and he waved me off with his hand.

Zayn saluted me, shoved his hands in his pockets and was off. I turned around on my heel and started making my way around London looking for the famous curly lad. I looked everywhere I could think of. I looked in cafes, restaurants, parks, everywhere! But the man I was looking for was nowhere to be found.

I started to lose hope quickly as I checked the time on my phone and realized that I was meant to meet up with the boys at Starbucks in fifteen minutes. With a big, disappointed sigh I made my way towards the popular cafe, losing all hopes of meeting my inspiration.

I pushed open the door, the smell of coffee surrounding me in an instant. I looked around searching for my two idiots but they were nowhere to be seen. With slumped shoulders I walked up to the counter and waited in line. When I was about to order I heard my name being called out and I turned around to see Liam and Zayn wave at me as they made their way to the front of the line which I found mortifying as the rest of the people gave them dirty looks.

After ordering we sat down, drinking our coffees. I was informed by both boys that they didn't see Harry anywhere and I just shook my head as I sent them both a sad smile.

"It was a stupid idea. I mean I'm a fool to think that we would just randomly run into Harry Styles in the streets of London. I guess I was just hoping that I would have that one chance, that I would be the lucky one this time." I explained and both boys frowned.

"We're sorry Lou." Liam said and I shrugged.

"It's ok. I'm sorry for practically forcing you both to go on this wild goose chase. Do you forgive me?" I asked both of them, staring into their eyes.

"You didn't force us into it Lou. We wanted to help you. So don't worry about it." Zayn said and I smiled sightly.

"Thanks guys." I said. "Um I'm going to the bathroom quickly. Won't be a minute." I said as I got up.

After I finished my business in the bathroom I walked past the counter to see a man standing there with his hood up and sunglasses on. It was a bit weird that he had his sunglasses on since he was inside.

"Shoot." I heard him mumble. "I'm sorry I seem to have forgotten my wallet." He said, patting his pockets and then sighing.

I felt kind of bad for the man. I remember when I forgot my wallet once. I was so embarrassed since I couldn't pay for the things I wanted. I remember the day so well. I had gone shopping and when it was time to pay I couldn't find my wallet. I felt horrible as I had to leave a trolley full with groceries behind and I left the shop as quickly as I could.

That's why I feel the urge to help this stranger out. I walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. He turned around and looked at me and I noticed some brown curly hair sticking out from under his hood.

"Can I help you?" He asked, his voice husky and the words coming out slow. I'm sure I've heard that voice before.

"Actually, I'm here to help you." I smiled as I took my wallet out and held some money out towards him.

"Oh no! I can't take your money. Thank you for offering though." He said shaking his hands.

"I insist." I said but he still wouldn't take it so I just gave it to the woman behind the counter. With a sigh he grabbed his coffee and stepped out of the line.

"Thank you." He said and I smiled up to him, as he was a bit taller than me.

"No problem. Do you want to sit with me and my friends?" I wondered pointing towards our table.

He glanced over to where I was pointing and I noticed the boys were looking at me with questioning eyes.

"I don't want to be a bother." He said.

"Not at all! Come on!" I said grabbing the sleeve of his hoodie and dragging him towards the table. I pushed him down on the chair and sat down myself.

"Who's the new victim?" Zayn snickered and I kicked him under the table. "Ow!" He whined.

"This is...!" I started with a smile but then realized I didin't know who it was.

"Um." He said, obviously nervous. He sighed as he looked around and then took his sunglasses off. He turned to look at me and all I saw were piercing green eyes, eyes that I had seen on so many magazine covers.

"Close your mouth Tommo." Zayn laughed.

"You're-you're Harry Styles." I croaked out and his eyes darted around the cafe. He grabbed my wrist and motioned for Liam and Zayn to follow us as he dragged me outside, coffees forgotten.

Oh my god! We found him! Was my only thought as he dragged me down the street and into an alley way, the boys close behind.