Lost {Larry AU}

Chapter Two

A/N- I decided to use a title of a story I'm working on for the name of Louis' book M'kay? Kay.
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I can't believe I'm doing this, I mean really; going away like some love sick puppy. But I'm doing it, I've bought a plane ticket to California and I'm going to find myself I guess.

I stood in line behind other people going to the same place, but probably for tans or vacation or even family, then there's me; lonely best selling writer Louis William Tomlinson looking for love. Going completely out of range of my safety zone which includes my home, Dr. Bruner, and the blond delivery boy that brings my groceries once a month, I don't order much from the shops plus I eat very little. Plus with all the online shopping I can buy anything I want and have it delivered to my door so I don't have to leave my home other than when it's absolutely 100% necessary.

I was pulled from my thoughts when I heard a lady ask for my ticket. "Oh sorry, here." I said handing over my ticket, she opened it and looked it over, her eyes widening. "You're Louis Tomlinson," She smiled widely. "That's what I've been told." I replied, she handed me back my passport. "I'm a huge fan of your book." She smiled, I gave her a quick thanks and hurried down the shoot to the plane. Once I was sat in my seat I allowed myself to have a small panic attack.

'Breathe in, Breathe out..' I thought to myself as I closed my eyes and breathed slowly. I felt someone sit down next to me, causing me to feel more panicked. I dared a glance at the stranger next to me, just as I was about to I flinched, scaring myself. 'Come on Lou, just a peek.' I talked myself into looking at the human being next to me. When I finally got myself to look at the person he was a younger lad, probably about 17 or so, he has black hair and tanned skin. He was currently rummaging through his bag till he pulled out a book, but not any book, my book. I almost let out a groan but I bit my tongue. 'This Is The World Blue' by Louis Tomlinson, the cover on the back had my picture, I admit I looked younger since I was only 18 when I wrote it, 19 when it was published.

I rested my head against the head rest, hoping the kid wouldn't recognize me, which rarely happens but just in case, I'm already panicking enough.

It didn't take long for the kid to put the book down, he sighed and rubbed his eyes before looking at me, looking away, his eyes widened then looked at me again. "Hey y-you're Louis Tomlinson!" He smiled, I only nodded, my fingernails digging into the arm rests of my seat. "Boy, the author, wow. I just love your book. I'm Zayn by the way." He says, I nod and grit through my teeth. "Nice to meet you." He smiled and looked at my hands, frowning. "You alright?" He asked, I shook my head.

"Scared of planes." I gritted again, he nodded. "Oh I gotta way for you to loosen up." He motioned for a flight attendant, before I could ask him what he was doing a woman was by his side. "How may I help you?" She asked, he smiled at the blonde woman, giving her an up and down, ugh straight men. "Yeah my buddy and I would like two scotches a piece please." He smiled. The woman smiled and went to retrieve the drinks. "Mate I don't drink." I say, he scoffs. "It'll loosen you up. Trust me."

So when the lady came back she handed us our drinks and slipped a piece of paper in Zayn's shirt pocket and walked away, he pulled it out and it was a number, he turned to check out the attendant and smiled smugly before getting comfortable. He picked up a drink and put it in my hand, I eyed it wearily. "Cmon mate, it'll help you." So I nodded and took the drink and sipped it, it didn't taste too bad.

"Mm, not bad." I say and sip more. Zayn nodded and drank his down.

Some how 2 scotches turned into 4 and four turned into six

And before I knew it I was passed out on the plane with a half drunken scotch remaining.

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Chapter two is up!