speak now || L.S

5. rush

Louis's pov

i pack my bags for this bachelor trip i'm not not excited but i'm also not excited i don't know it's a confusing feeling but i'm living you know?

harry walks in i can tell by his footsteps and walks to my room no knocking no nothing as he wraps his arms around my waist and rests his head on my shoulder. you see why i'm in love with him now?

"you're such a procrastinator! honey you were supposed to pack maybe like yesterday night not the day of!" he sighs scolding me like a mother "this is why you should live with me i would always pack for us both and we'd have no issues." he says and i just stay silent folding my clothes enjoying the closeness between us. so much for ghosting him huh?

i finally finish packing after him just staring and commenting on the clothes i'm bringing like 'oh i like that shirt' 'those pants make your bum look beautiful' etc the whole time and yes he was in that position the whole time.

"i'm done." i announce but it's definitely obvious since he was standing right there the whole time "i know babe. let's go please?" he says and i nod grabbing my suitcase but he walks behind me as i roll the suitcase to his car loading it in and getting in the passenger seat while z is stuck in the back

harry's bachelor party consists of me zayn james corden who i actually quite like and like a couple more famous assholes i don't care to talk to.

we get to the airport where we all get into harry's private jet and me and z get seated in-front of each other and harry stares at me. "what kinda shit is this?" he asks and i frown "don't you wanna be with james or something?" i ask and he shakes his head "i wanna be with you! i always do!" he says like a bratty kid. ughhhh

"you know everyone here zayn doesn't you can't just seat him with a random as- person." i say as i realize i'm in the same jet with these assholes and will continue to be for hours! harry huffs and proceeds to legitimately stomp away. like a bratty child.

during the flight i take the time to show z the songs i wrote and he frowns "i don't understand why you don't do demos lou? if you want the song to go a certain way just produce it and show it to me." he says and i frown "no because i don't have a singers voice okay? i write i don't sing." i say

"you have an angelic voice even if you're fucking drunk and singing your heart out to whatever song is playing at the pub you rock that shit. just record a demo please and come back to me." i sigh and look up at him.

"zayn i don't want to sing it can you please just come up with a melody for it?" harry walks over to us "what are you guys bickering about?" i close my notebook and shove it in my backpack

"he doesn't wanna be in the same room as me and i don't like to be alone." i lie and he raises an eyebrow "you know i can tell when you're lying right?" i sigh

"he wants me to start recording demos for the songs i write to give him or whoever i'm selling the song to a vibe to go off of. and i don't want to because i don't sing and i didn't want to tell you because i knew you'd beg me to do demos too. so instead of one begger i'd have two." i say and he nods "you're right i will beg you to do demos now." i let out a sigh and he giggles

"cmon lou! you'll sound so good! you can't give someone words on paper and expect them to come up with shit" he says and i frown "i've been doing that for years with you guys tho!" i say and he nods

"exactly your two best friends if you want to make more money and actually get a career out of this then you have to actually do demos and take it seriously." he says and i see his point like i get why he's saying all that if i want to actually have a career outside of harry and zayn i need to actually take myself seriously.