Come Closer.

He looks like fun

It was almost time to open the club when the messenger awaits on the lobby. Every boy is curious, packages are always interesting... and there's only one. One and so many boys hoping it's for them. 

Zayn is there, being the one who let the messenger in, keeping quiet. And if in five minutes  he's not here-

Louis comes rushing, big bag hanging from his shoulder, he kicks off his heels and, curious as well, walks to where the crowd is reunited. 

"Oh, there he is." Zayn says to the messenger, who is a little nervous since all of them boys practically cornered him. He was strictly ordered to not leave until the package was delivered to Louis and Louis only, and noticing that Zayn was in sort of charge, he had no idea if he owned the club or something alike, he told him calmly and the only answer was to wait, "oh Louis could be here in ten minutes, maybe and hour... or he might not come at all. Here we are never sure..." Zayn said. And that made him slightly more nervous. Boss would kill him. But then Louis walked in and even he could recognize that indeed was him. Maybe it was the fact that the room fell quiet, or maybe the sort of halo surrounding the boy. 

Zayn smirked from where he was standing with his arms crossed. He walked to meet Louis a few steps from everyone. 

"What's going on Zaynie?" Louis asked as he hugged the bartender and the proceded to kiss his cheek.

"Package for you. Want me to pour you something?" Zayn walked past Louis to the back of the counter.

"You know I love wine." Louis smiled and dropped his bag on the floor. 

Now, he was used to receiving gifts and all sorts of things, but this time it seemed like a big deal. And he already had someone in mind. 

"Mr. Tomlinson?" The man stood up and soon Louis was standing in front of him.

"That would be me, yes."

"Oh.. eh, Mr. Styles sent a package for you, if you could kindly sign here." The man offered a pen and a pad. 

Louis bit his lip, and with a smile signed his name. He could tell the man was nervous.

"Thank you... erm-" 

"Fred, Mr. Tomlinson. Fred Johnson." God, Louis had a magic spell on everybody. 

"Well, thank you Fred Johnson for delivering this to me, and to be so kind to wait. I must let Harry know how kind you've been."  And with a blush, the man hurried to get out and report as soon as posible.

Zayn came back holding Louis' glass, one which Louis accepted happily. He took a sip, and sat down. Now, all of them boys want to see, so Louis doesn't hold back on bragging, but still ignores, everyone but his only friend Zayn. 

Carefully he rips off the brown paper to reveal the big black letters reading CHANEL.

He gasps and then bites his lip for the big reveal. And there it is, a precious Chanel coat, limited edition, from the newest collection. Nearly impossible to get (Louis doesn't know all of this until later). 

The card is right there as well. 

And Zayn being the best friend Louis could have made, and since every boy in the club had thought they could be rude to him at least once, felt happy for the boy and helped feeding the fire. 

"Well, read it."

Louis winks at him as he grabs the card. 

"My lovely Louis, I haven't been able to get you off my mind as I also don't want to. Wear this and think of me. Your 'Arry."