24 Hours // L.S

Chapter two

"Lou, you know it's like 7 in the morning right" Niall mumbled.

"Yes, Niall I know that, now where the fuck is Harry living right now?"

"Damn Louis, Okay. Last I heard he was moving to North London. Hampstead Heath area."

"Thank you, Neil"

" Louis don't start again with the shit" Niall groans and hangs up.

Okay, so the bastard is in North London. That's only like 25 mins if I don't follow the speed limit, which I won't obviously. I get up off the couch and decide it's time to get dressed and confront Harry.

*20 Minutes Later*

What the fuck do you wear to your exes house to beg him to come to your wedding? I open the closet and start looking through the hundreds of fucking jumpers and T-shirts I have.

My eyes land on a new t-shirt I bought when Eleanor and I were visiting her parents. It's a Reebok shirt with a gold H on it for Hotel and Resorts but apart of me always liked that it was Harry's initial. Wait, what the fuck is wrong with me? Louis, you did not just buy this shirt because Harry's name starts with an H. Maybe something is wrong with me. Fuck it, Louis, just put on the shirt and go get your best friend to come to your wedding.

I finally put together a decent outfit. My new Reebok shirt, black joggers, and all-white trainers. I look pretty good if I do say so myself.

I grab the keys and head out. Please let this go smoothly.

*30 Minutes Later*

I finally tracked down Harry's new address. I had to call Niall again because the fucking prick didn't tell me the Hampstead Heath area is like 700 acres of properties. I start approaching a gate with a security guard putting his hand up for me to stop.

" Good Morning Sir, Who are you here to see?"

"Hello, I'm here to see Harry Styles"

"Is he expecting you?"

"Um... No, actually it's a surprise. I used to be in a band with him. You may have heard of it, One Direction."

"Oh my apologies, of course, Mr. Louis Tomlinson. Harry said you might stop by sometime soon. Looks like he knew about your surprise."

Harry knew I would come. That arrogant son of a bitch.

"You can go ahead, Mr. Tomlinson. He stays at Lot 28."

The gate opens and I continue forward. The neighborhood is full of big white houses with nice cars in each drive. Of course, Harry moved into some fancy celebrity cesspool.

I reach Lot 28. It's a huge brick house with windows painted a bright red to match the door. It looks completely different than every house I drove past. Maybe he hasn't turned out like the rest of these snobby rich folk.

I get out of the car and start walking towards the door. Why am I sweating? Jesus, am I there yet? I'm gonna fucking pass out. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. Louis don't be a pussy just knock on the door. He was your freaking best friend after all what's the worst thing that could happen?

I softly tap on the door not wanting to be too loud since it is still morning, but knowing Harry he's probably been up since 6.

The red door finally opens.

There he is the man with the emerald eyes that still haunts my dreams.

"Well look who it is," the deep voice in front of me says.