Taxi Cab

Chapter 1

Louis's POV

I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzes a few inches away from me. I groan as I see it's Harry calling me. It's way too early for this.

Even though I don't want to, I answer it because Harry's my bestfriend and he wouldn't ignore my calls on purpose.

I tap the accept button and put the phone to my ear. "Yes Harry? Care to explain why you're calling me at seven in the morning?"

"Because it'd be kind of weird if I just show up unannounced, now open the damn door!" He chuckles.

I'm confused for a moment until I hear a knocking at my front door. Of course he would come to my flat this early, this is Harry we're talking about. He's a strange lad.

"Give me 3 minutes Harry I need to get dressed." I say as I roll out of bed.

"Alright." He says right before he hangs up.

I grab a clean white T-shirt and some shorts before I head for the door. I open it to see Harry cheekily smiling, holding a large box of donuts.

This is why we're best friends.

I laugh as I open the door wider so he can come in. He walks in and sets the box down on the coffee table.

"Nothing greater than donuts for breakfast right?" Harry remarks before he pulls out a chair to sit down.

I close my front door and join him at the table. I open the box to see a large variety of donuts: sprinkled, chocolate icing, vanilla icing, jelly filled, and plain. Two of each kind, I couldn't have asked for a better breakfast.

"Wow man, that's a load. Thanks." I tell him as I'm eyeing my soon-to-be-eaten breakfast. He laughs as I immediately take a chocolate iced donut into my mouth and finish it with two bites.

He takes one for himself and soon enough, a half hour has passed and we've already eaten the whole box.

I pull out my phone and take a picture of the empty donut box. I decide to post it on twitter.

@Louis_Tomlinson: just ate this whole box with @Harry_Styles . I swear this lad is crazy.

I smile to myself as I put my phone in my pocket and take the empty donut box to the trash. Harry takes a paper towel and wets it, then wipes the table.

I shake my head, laughing. He's such a clean freak. He can't stand having crumbs at his flat, and he doesn't let any of us boys eat there without watching us. He could honestly be a maid and not complain, if we weren't international pop stars at the moment. My heart still beats faster at the name. We are famous for what we love to do, how could life get any better?

Harry throws the paper towel in the trash and goes to sit on the couch, to watch some television I presume.

My phone buzzes and I take it out of my pocket. I have a twitter mention.

@Niallofficial: @Louis_tomlinson I am officially offended. How could you have so many donuts and not share? Shame on you Tomlinson, shame on you.

I laugh out loud at his tweet, and Harry turns his attention away from Spongebob. Yes, he's 21 and he's watching Spongebob. I don't blame him because I usually watch it with him.

"What is it?" He curiously asks.

"Oh it's just something that Niall said on twitter. He's mad because we didn't share our donuts with him." I tell him.

He shakes his head, chuckling. His attention is once again diverted to the TV. Spongebob can be eye catching, I'm telling you. I speak from pure experience.

I go to the fridge because I'm thirsty and I need something to wash these donuts down.

I open the fridge in search of milk or water. Of course, I'm running out already. I don't know why but I can't keep track of my drinks.

"Hey Harry, I need to go to the store. Come with?" I ask. I head for the bedroom so I can find some jeans, it's kind of chilly outside. It's already September and that's when it usually starts to get cold here in London.

His curls shake as he nods. I go to my closest and put on my jeans, and I also put on a beanie cause I don't feel like fixing my hair. I put on my shoes and grab my wallet.

I close my bedroom door and grab my keys from the kitchen counter.

"Let's go." I tell Harry, and he gets up and heads for the front door. He's already halfway down the hallway when I lock the door, and I yell for him to wait up.

"Louis, Louis, Louis. The one and only Harry Styles waits for no one." He says sassily before he snaps his fingers and disappears around the corner.

I burst into a fit of laughter as I try to jog up to him.