Hairy Stylez | l.s

2.5

Harry sits on a wooden park bench, a bottle of water in one hand and his cell phone in the other. Louis hasn't shown up yet, but he's a bit early, so he's not worried.

To occupy himself, he watches a Taylor Swift music video.

Or three.

At noon, Louis still isn't there. Maybe he's washing his hair, or maybe he's pacing around his living room because he's nervous about seeing Harry again.

Or.. maybe he forgot..

Harry waits about ten more minutes before texting Louis. It usually takes about two minutes for Louis to text back, but Harry didn't get anything after that time.

Not form Louis, anyway.

Maybe he's busy. There's nothing to worry about.

Half an hour later, still no sign of Louis. Harry sends him another text and pulls his knees to his chest. What if Louis doesn't show up? Is he scared? He shouldn't be.. Harry isn't someone to be scared of.. and Louis doesn't really seem to be the type of person who would become afraid over one short, sweet, gentle kiss.

Another thirty minutes pass and Harry gives up. He rests his forehead on his knees and lets a few tears fall. Harry would have never thought Louis would ever do something so low.

He gets up, collects his things, and marches to his car. He gets in, starts it up, and drives to the first place that comes to mind.