roses [l.s]

chapter four

he clicked on harry's profile on his contact phone. should text harry to leave him alone?

prom is in three weeks. finals start a week before prom which means that finals are in two weeks.

he does need a date, though.

he knows that no one would go with him. don't get him wrong— he's popular, sure, but not everyone is openly gay.

he sighs. what's the right thing to do? i'll text him. and if he's nice enough, why not agree?

he closed his eyes and furrowed his eyebrows.

fine

he clicked on message from harry's contact and sent him the following:

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀stop sending me flowers. my answer is no ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀and it will always be a no. do you ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀understand?

two minutes later, his phone buzzed in his hands.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no, i don't. look louis, i like you, okay? and ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i just want to take you to prom. i don't bite, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i promise.

louis rolled his eyes.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀my answer is no. and if you text me again, ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀i'll block you. bye

after five minutes of waiting, harry didn't answer which made louis want to dance.

harry sighed. he's still not giving up. he'll start sending chocolate and deliver pizza to his house if he has to.