Eccedentesiast || Larry

7. Miserable

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"Louis, over here! Can you answer some questions for me?"

"Tommo, who was that boy you were with last night? Your fuck buddy?"

"Hey, over here! What's his name?"

"Are you excited to start working on your next movie?"

So many questions were being thrown at Louis as he attempts to make it to his car that's just across the lot. He thought that today would be a good day to get some breakfast for him and Zayn, but apparently he was very, very wrong.

He tries to ignore the paps circling around him as he pulls his hoodie up over his head and adjusts his sunglasses, so that the flashing lights don't make him see random shadows and dots in the air. It's becoming nearly impossible these days to do much of anything without people yelling at him and shoving cameras in his face. Especially now, since his movie has just premiered, he's very popular with magazine companies and online articles.

Louis does eventually make it to his car after a kind pap—which, by the way, is very rare these days—cleared a path for him and told the others to screw off. Louis is surprised, to say the least, and it almost makes him happy.

Almost. . .

A smile finds its way onto Louis' face, however, when he thinks about last night.

And as he backs out of his parking spot, carefully, to avoid hitting anybody that is desperately trying to take pictures, he absolutely does not have the urge to text a certain curly haired, green eyed boy.

What Louis doesn't know, however, is that Harry is squealing internally on his bed, telling his best friend everything and how lovely their date was.

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"So, how was it?" Zayn asks, leaning over the table as he awaits Louis' answer.

"Good." Louis replies plainly, purposefully leaving out any details just to annoy Zayn.

"Good? Just good?" Zayn asks, leaning back in his chair as he takes a bite out of his egg sandwich.

"Exactly. It was just dinner, Z, nothing special."

"Oh, come on. I spent days searching for this kid and it didn't even go well? Please tell me you're going to see him again." Zayn said, looking annoyed.

"Possibly." Louis had to bite back a smile at Zayn's growing frustration.

"You better."

Louis sighed, deciding to let Zayn in on how he really felt about the situation. "We had fun, alright? At least, I hope he did. . . but, anyways, we chatted for a bit at the restaurant and afterwards we went and got ice cream."

"Did you kiss him?"

"Heavens no. It wasn't a date, just a friendly meet up." Louis shrugged, picking apart his biscuit.

"Yeah, okay. I totally believe you." Zayn said, standing up and throwing away his wrapper and the bag the bag it came in.

"It was not a date!" Louis yelled, blushing at Zayn's assumption.

It wasn't a date, seriously. Dates include hand holding and kissing and their- whatever, didn't include any of that. He really hopes Harry didn't think it was a date.

"Keep telling yourself that, Louis. It's not going to change anything."

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(A/N: WOW THIS IS THE SHORTEST THING I'VE EVER WRITTEN. I just had to update! I have recently published a new story, 'Fireworks'. It's an Ashton ((irwin)) au, please check it out!)