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“M’ name’s Louis. Not Lewis. Everyone’s always making that bloody mistake. I mean, do I look like a blasted Lewis to you?” the small statured boy said with distaste in his mouth. “Anyways, not going to be here long. Got shows to do off in, what’s it this time? Ah yes, Houston. Love me some Texans,” he finished wistfully.
Harry had no words for the perfect boy in front of him. His arms were covered in detailed ink, and a lip ring rested on his pink lips. A cigarette was tucked behind his small ears, ready to be lit. A smirk resided on his face constantly, reminding Harry that he was no good. Harry wouldn’t fall for someone like this though.
“Harry. Er, I mean I’m Harry,” he said curtly, as if he was holding back any emotions. Louis wasn’t fazed even the slightest.
“Harry. What a cute name. Your mum name you after Prince Harry?” he chuckled, even though the joke wasn’t funny. Harry let out a soft chuckle though, breaking the hint of tension. “Come back to my room, Sir Harry?” Louis teased. Oh how Harry wanted to.
“Um, I can’t. Got a girlfriend and all, sorry,” Harry lied not so smoothly. Louis’s face feel slightly, but he fixed his composure quickly and dusted some stray lint off his skinny black jeans.
“It’s cool.” Louis replied absentmindedly. “Figured, with a pretty face like yours. Must get going now, got a show and all. Nice to meet you, Prince Harry” he rambled, turning and walking the opposite direction. Harry’s heart fell at the sight of the pretty boy walking away. But Harry couldn’t get involved with someone like that.
Harry was a teen pop star, not a punk rocker.