Wrong Number • L.S

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•Please keep in mind that the addresses and stuff in here are random! Please don't try and search them up! Thank you•

~August 11, 2018 at 8:21pm~

Zayn - he lives on redwood street, house number is 78,  city will be San Diego, California.

Harry - thank you.

Zayn - I believe you own me something.

Harry - oh yeah.

Harry - your date will be on Friday the 17th at 6pm SHARP. Niall will pick you up 30 minutes before hand so please make sure you're ready by then. Niall does not like to wait or being late.

Zayn - alright. Have fun with your boy toy.

Harry - he's not my- you know what never mind.

Harry - bye.

Zayn - cia

~*~

~August 12, 2018, 7:46am~

Harry grabbed his bag and left his home, getting into his car and driving off. The drive to Louis's house was about a 2 hour drive so Harry had enough time to think things through and come up with what he will be saying to Louis.

He grabbed his phone, plugging it in and playing his 'on the road' playlist.

'Galway Girl' by Ed Sheeran starts playing and Harry hums along to the beat as he keeps his eyes on the road in front of him.

~*~

Harry only had 28 minutes left until he reached Louis's home. He had decided to stop at a gas station and just calm himself down. His heart felt as if it was gonna beat out of his chest as he thought about Louis.

This will be the first time they will ever meet in person, of course Harry didn't want it to be this way, but it's still kinda okay...if it makes sense.

"Sir, are you okay?" An elderly woman asked. "You been parked here for 10 minutes already. I was getting quite worried."

Harry looked up at her with wide eyes, "10 minutes? Wow, I didn't even know I been here for that long. It's just I'm about to go meet someone who can quite possibly be the love of my life."

"Aw! Young love. You go get him son." She smiled at him before giving his shoulder a light rub, walking away and getting into her car.

Harry stares down at him hands with a wide smile on his face.

"Louis is the love of my life? Louis is the love of my life? Oh my god! Louis is the love of my life!" He exclaimed happily.

Harry finally grew the balls to turn on the car and drive the remaining miles to Louis's home.

~*~

"I think this is it." Harry muttered as he looked up at the peach colored house.

It was a beautiful house. Harry kinda liked it.

"Here goes nothing." He took a deep breath before exiting his car and walking up the steps to the front door.

He knocked three times and patiently waited for Louis, or someone from inside to answer. Yet no one did. Harry frowned and knocked again, this time a little harder than last time.

Nothing again.

"Is anyone home?" Harry yelled, hoping that someone will hear him.

Silence.

Harry's frown deepened as he looked at the door in front of him. He grabs the door knob and slowly turns it, surprising himself as the door opens.

"Hello?" He called out.

Harry slowly entered the house, looking around for any signs of the blue eyed boy or another human being.

"Louis? Are you home?" He walked into the kitchen. "I'm sorry for coming in like this but I-i don't know. Please ignore me."

As Harry walked around, he noticed broken glass on the ground, leading to, what he believes is the master bedroom.

He slowly opens the door, eyes going wide at the scene in front of him.