finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day eight part three✈️

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day eight part three:

"what?"

"shut the hell up!"

"why can't i tell him!"

"jake!"

"urm, curly? can tomlinson and i have a moment alone, please?"

"yeah, yeah, sure, bye lou,"

harry releases louis from his grip, grabbing his phone and his red flannel he had on before. he nods towards louis, only his lips holding a slight smile as he exits the heavy tension room.

jake shuts the door behind him, "louis! what's going on? you missed an interview with the today show!"

louis sighs, "that i didn't know but-"

"that's why you have a phone, louis! i told you earlier, technically yesterday, that you shouldn't go out so late! you did anyways and came back home with-with him! curly!"

"firstly, his name is harry and secondly, it's not like we slept together or anything an-"

jake huffs, "please! is there anything else you would like to get off your chest?"

"maybe," louis points his index finger sternly at him. "if you would fücking shut the hell up, maybe, just maybe, i can get that something off my chest," he finishes with a death glare, shutting up electric blue eyed american lad standing in front of him.

jake raises an eyebrow in defeat, sighing as he puts his briefcase down and his phone on the mirror stand next to him.

"what's happening?"

"the thing about harry is that," louis runs his fingers through his messy hair. "he's the one,"

jake looses his black tie a bit, "how do you know?"

"all the signs; the font, the size, everything basically, i-well partially saw the inking the first night we got here when he left the car. his last name is styles and he looks just like the way i described him too!"

"you mean the signs logan mentioned to us?" jake sits down at the edge of the bed.

"yeah, yeah, i keep forgetting you're a mr. stylinson too," louis chuckles, pulling off the bracelets one by one. jake chuckles along with him, noticing the inking on louis' wrist appearing.

"harry styles, huh?"

"yeah, after 2 years,  i found him-i think?" louis shrugs, putting his wrist out towards jake. he gladly takes it in his own hands, fingers lightly tracing harry's name.

"then why don't you tell him?"

louis hesitates, "i-i don't know honestly. do you think he'll like, believe in me? he hasn't even told me that he's looking for a louis! b-but when we were sitting on the plane, when we looked at each other, i felt something, you know, clicked like a chain connecting together. i know how poetic and shit that sounds but it's true, i felt something and immediately, i began to like everything about him; his raspy voice, his smile, the way he bites his lips, oh and i swear, that drives me so insane!  his eyes light up every time we touched or when we're looking at each other! jake! i-"

a paperback book hits louis' shoulder and he glances at jake, "what the hell? instead of throwing the paperback of the giver, you should be listening you peasant!"