"Louis, did you see the interview with Harry Styles?" Louis rolled his eyes. He remembered Harry well. He just didn't care for him like everyone else did.
"What's so important about him that concerns me. You know I had a past with him."
"He talked about you." Louis rolled his eyes again and sat next to his best mate, Zayn.
"About?"
"He told Christine he loved you. I prerecorded it on the DVR whilst I was at work. Now, I'm watching it and he told her you were and still are his first love. He's been moping non-stop about how he screwed up." Louis raised an eyebrow. That did not sound like the Harry he knew.
"Restart it please? I wanna see this for myself."
~ ~ ~
Louis stared blankly at the TV. Harry had confessed everything, down to the last detail. He'd talked about him so positively, and he can honestly say Harry looked like he was about to cry when the interviewer mentioned the date. His face fell in sympathy, he really didn't think Harry would be so affectionate, or even have feelings.
"Are you gonna marry him so Christine can have her car?"
"Zayn. We had one date. A date that didn't end well. I can't just marry him."
"Then, give him another chance. He looks like a puppy that's just been kicked. If it ends badly again. Then he'll look like a person that's just been punched and kicked by me and Liam." Louis smiled lightly at Zayn's protectiveness.
"Ok, even if I did give the kid a shot, how will I even find him?"
"He lives here in London. Odds are, you'll see him somewhere."
~ ~ ~
Zayn was right. Louis did see Harry somewhere. Because Zayn was too lazy this morning to get milk, Louis had slipped on some athletic shorts and a band tee and jogged to the store. So here he was, hiding in the shampoo section at Tesco to avoid Harry, who was God knows where.
"Zayn! I saw him!" Louis whispered through his phone. Zayn gasped and Louis could here the growing smirk.
#Where?#
"Tesco. What do I do?"
#Strut your stuff. Make him beg for you.#
"I don't even know-" Harry somehow wound up in the same aisle as Louis, startling him slightly. "Which kind of milk you prefer. Which was it again?" He asked, even though he knew Zayn liked the 2%.
Harry turned to the sweet sound of that undeniable voice and gasped. There, the beautiful lifeform of Louis Tomlinson stood. Even in basketball shorts, his bum still looked perfect.
Louis turned his head to the side during a seemingly long rant and paused, staring directly at Harry. "Zayn, I'll have to call you back." He hung up the phone and slowly walked over to Harry, who stood there, gawking at him with a light pink blush.
