Hairy Stylez | l.s

3.6

"Ed." Harry responds, looking up at the redhead.

"I've got something for you."

Harry's eyes light up; he loves presents, even the gag ones his roommate sometimes gives him. "Ooh, what is it?"

Ed approaches him and hands him a white envelope. "It was in the mailbox, along with adult-y responsibility things, but I didn't think you'd like those very much."

Harry smiles and Ed leaves the room. He flips the envelope over to see that it's addressed to a 'Hairy Stylez'. He doesn't recognize the handwriting.

He turns the envelope over again and opens it. In it is a folded piece of paper and what looks like.. two one-hundred dollar bills?

What?

Harry takes out the paper and unfolds it. The handwriting is still very unfamiliar...

Harold, it reads.

Roses are red

Violets are blue

I suck at writing poems,

...and cows say moo? I guess?

I want to tell you something, but I need to see your gorgeous eyes to do it.

Meet me at Holmby at 10 PM sharp if you'd like to hear it, which you hopefully will haha.

I've provided $200 for you to buy something just as pretty as yourself.   ツ

I do hope to see you tonight.

Always in my heart.

Yours sincerely,

Louis ♡

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Author's Note: .....

I couldn't not.