Chasing Sunsets // h.s. + l.t. || Larry Stylinson || louis and harry BoyxBoy

0.5

I can't walk my path

When I can't stay motivated

I can't pay my dues

When it gets too complicated

-Eric Hutchinson, 'Breakdown More'

0.5 ~ Shake My Sins

It took Louis until halfway through his first class that morning to realize he didn't have any friends that he wanted to bring out for drinks with Harry that night. Or, at least, ones that would be willing to come. Ed, Niall and Mikey were having their bi-to-tri-weekly celebration of 'We-got-through-another-three-days-of-university' tonight, officially titled "Get Fucked Up Friday". This title translated to whatever day of the week they happened to want to get fucked up on, regardless of wether it was a Friday or not. Calum was actually recovering from a fairly nasty bout with alcoholism, so asking him out for drinks would be a huge dick move, and plus Louis was pretty sure the kid had recently dropped out of school. Parker was an obvious no. Taylor...well, he supposed he could bring Taylor, but...ugh. And who else was there? Did he even know anybody else?

His pocket buzzed, and he pulled his phone out, typing in his pass code to read the text.

From: Zayn M.

Received: 8:13am

Hey mate!:) Just checkin in to see how your tat is healin up so far. We have an app. open next Wednesday at 2:30 to finish up, if that's good for you.

Louis had gotten the outline of a deer's head on the outside of his upper arm a few days ago, volunteering himself as practice for Zayn. He still had to get the details in.

To: Zayn M.

Sent: 8:14am

Sounds good!

He pressed send, but before it could go through he cancelled it and typed in anther line.

Want to go out for drinks tonight? Just me and a couple friends.

He sent it again, and Zayn responded almost instantaneously.

From: Zayn M.

Received: 8:14

Sure! Where we meetin at?

He quickly typed out the location and time he should show up (7:30), and slipped his phone back in his pocket.

One person down.

(God, please don't let Harry think I'm as lame as I actually am.)

-

Louis ended up asking Taylor to come too, even though he would much rather have pulled out his own toenails. However, he really didn't want to look like the friendless, anti-social 21 year old he knew he was, and she was the best he could do. And you actually like her, he kept having to remind himself.

"Who else is gonna be there?" Taylor asked, inspecting her chipping nail polish.

"Ah, just me and a couple a' lads."

"Who?" She pressed.

"My mate Zayn, and...Harry." He saw her perk up immediately.

"Harry? As in, super-hot-barista-boy Harry?"

"Well, I wouldn't exactly put it like that--,"

"Please, Louis. You're gay."

"You don't say?" Louis asked sarcastically. Taylor's long blonde hair tickled his arm as she elbowed him in the side. He winced, not because of the pain.