This story is an emotional rollercoaster. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes it's sad, or spicy, or even cute.
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Louis wakes up with a pounding headache. For a while, he is just lying in his bed with his eyes closed, not ready to start the new day. Slowly, memories of last night started to appear in his head with many blank spaces. He smiles softly when the picture of Harry's face under the street lamp pops up in his mind. He tries to remember as many things related to the beautiful boy as possible. The car, the bar, the smell, the eyes...
Louis sits up in his bed abruptly.
Fuck! He did not ask for a contact! That's just so stupid! How could he forget to get a phone number?
What if he will never see Harry again? London is quite big, he might never meet him again. He needs to look him up immediately. Louis grabs his phone, but a wave of nausea hits him unexpectedly. He runs to the bathroom just in time. Fucking Paul and his unending vodka, Louis thinks while emptying his stomach.
Louis sits on the bathroom floor scrolling through Instagram from his secret account ten minutes later. It did not take too long to find the picture of him, Rebecca, and Lana on one of his fan account pages. From there, he quickly located Rebecca's page. He is impressed by the number of followers. 500k, the girl is doing good! Rebecca is an influencer and a makeup artist. Apparently, she is working with many top actors and musicians. Her page announces an upcoming launch of her own makeup brand. He scrolls through the pictures admiring her talent. Bingo! Here is what he is looking for!
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Harry looks straight into the camera in the picture, biting his lip. Leave that lip alone baby, once you are mine - I will be the one doing all the biting. Louis thinks, biting his own lip now. He swipes to see another picture in a similar style. Harry posing in a brown velvet jacket and tan shirt. He looks younger, his hair is way shorter.
Without hesitation, Louis clicks a bright button requesting to follow Harry's page and gets up to brush his teeth. He looks in the mirror, a big smile painted on his face. You act like a teenage girl, Tommo, he thinks but continues to smile heading to the shower.
He makes his way to the kitchen, getting himself a bowl of cereal. Impatient, he continues to check his phone every couple of minutes to see if Harry has accepted his request yet.
Time flows unbearably slow, so he takes his guitar and walks into the garden. He sits down on the bench, his fingers intuitively starting to brush over the strings lightly. Soft melody forms under his fingers filling in the space around him.
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Louis thinks of Harry. Of his greener than everything eyes. Of his minty smell. Of his hair that looks softer than clouds. Harry's image slowly drifts in Louis' mind, creating a warm feeling deep in his chest. A feeling that Louis has been searching for, for so long. With a soft smile, he picks up his phone again, and Harry's page is finally available.
Louis is taken by surprise at how beautiful Harry's page looks. It is authentic, with many pictures of men and women wearing colorful clothing. There are many pictures of Harry himself. Louis just scrolls through the page for a while, studying Harry's beautiful face and body that he so proudly shows on the pictures. Workplace - Gucci, designer/model. Louis reads at the top of the page. Of course! This explains the silk shirt, Louis smirks. He opens the DM and sends a quick message.
"Good morning, Curls. So which one of those young ladies was lucky enough to go home with you yesterday?"
Louis is wondering if Harry will comment on the nickname he gave him.
The reply comes through in a couple of minutes.
"Hello. None. Who is this?"
Louis smirks.
"Who do you think?"
"Louis?"
"That's right. What are you up to, Silk-shirt Boy?"
Harry replies immediately this time. Ignoring the nickname again.
"Building furniture."
"I thought you were working for Gucci, not for the furniture store, Tight-pants."
"Funny you remember my pants since you were too drunk to even walk last night. Plus, you were wearing tight pants too!"
Louis feels proud finally getting a reaction from Harry.
"Woah, I wasn't that drunk," Louis types in, knowing it's a lie, "I was wearing normal pants. You were wearing leggings."
"I could still see your ass in your 'normal pants'!"
Oh, so Harry was checking out my ass. Nice. Louis thinks.
"First- you could see it because you were looking at it. Two- my ass is amazing and deserves to be seen!"
Harry doesn't reply. So Louis sends another message.
