🫳BARRICADE 🫳

A/N

One shot incoming !

Random, I know.

These types of fics I write when I suffer from writers block for my main fics. 🤣

Hope you enjoy.

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Its just a short fluff thing pretty much.

TW……

Slight mention and misunderstanding  in reference to a foundation/organisation for ill people, this may trigger some people. No one is actually sick though. 

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’ Sometimes music is the only medicine that the heart and soul really needs in order to repair itself. Harry doesn’t fully understand this concept yet, but he is about to very soon .’

The idea of camping out in line for a concert had once seemed like an exciting adventure, but as Harry lies on the hard concrete, he begins to seriously question the wisdom of his decision. Pain shoots down his back and neck, a physical reminder of the long wait he has endured, while a throbbing headache threatens to push him over the edge. As he stretches to try and alleviate the stiffness in his limbs, he feels the numbness in his backside, a reminder of the countless hours he has spent sitting in one place.

Camp in line for a concert, they had said. It’ll be fun, they had promised.

But as Harry surveys the scene around him, he has to wonder if they had all been living in some sort of alternate reality. The two girls behind him seem to make it their mission to make his life as miserable as possible, their high pitched voices, constant laughing and off-tune singing driving him to the brink of insanity. The boy in front of him keeps casting them furtive glances, clearly as exasperated by their behavior as Harry is.

There’s a fine line between creating an exciting vibe and flat-out annoying the people around you. Harry has no doubt which side of that line his fellow concert-goers have landed on.

As Harry observes the ever-growing queue snaking around the venue, he can scarcely believe that he has managed to make it to seventh place. It has taken a whole night and day of waiting, surrounded by other passionate fans, to reach this point. But he knows it will all be worth it for the chance to see his all-time favorite band perform live on stage.

A nervous excitement courses through every inch of his being as he counts down the minutes until the doors open. He watches intently as the ushers start to move from the foyer towards the queue. Harry stands up, making sure he has everything he needs for the night’s festivities. Phone in his pocket? Check. Ticket securely held in his hand? Check. The water bottle that will keep him hydrated throughout the experience? Check.

As the doors slowly begin to open, Harry can feel his heart pounding in his chest, the anticipation almost too much to bear. He pushes himself forward, determined to make a beeline for the front of the stage, his eyes never leaving the prize for which he has waited all this time.

Scanning his ticket, he runs, he runs with so much force that his own heart feels like its about to explode out his chest. The excitement of the moment propels him forward, his body surging with newfound energy. The moment has finally arrived and nothing will stand between him and the experience of a lifetime.

The prime spot at the barricade is all Harry can dream of. He has watched countless online videos of fans standing right at the front, the band mere inches away from them. It isn’t just a want anymore, it’s a need, he has to experience it for himself.

As he reaches the main floor level via the stairs, he knows that he has to sprint the remaining distance if he wants to secure his coveted position. Harry is not particularly fast on his feet, but the overwhelming desire to be at the front keeps him forging ahead. People are streaming past him left and right, but Harry refuses to give up. His eyes fixated on one particular spot at the barricade, he makes a beeline for it with single minded determination.

As he gets closer, he realizes that the surrounding spots are filling up at an alarming pace. But Harry is not deterred, he will not be beaten by anything or anyone. His lifelong dream is just a few inches away. But just as he thinks he has made it, he senses movement out of the corner of his eye. Another boy, much shorter but much faster, is closing in on him at a breathtaking pace. Harry doesn’t even have time to think before the two of them cross paths, colliding shoulders in a frantic bid to claim the last remaining spot. It is an intense scene at the barricade that leaves both boys breathless.

In an unlucky twist of fate, both boys smash bodies as they reach for the metal barricade. With a hand each on the same spot, they look at each other with dissapointment. Unfortunately for one, there is not enough room for both to share the same space.

“ No, please this is MY spot.“ Harry proclaims, because there is no way in hell this is happening. He did not spend the night in absolute agony on the foothpath for this shit to be going down right now.

The short blue eyed boy looked at Harry with a smug smile.

“ I do not see your name on it, do you?“

And wow, Harry wasn’t expecting such sass and hostility.

“ Look mate, I have camped out all night on the stone cold concrete and have suffered immensley at the abnoxious and rude young teens all day. I have waited forever for this night.“

The boy looks around nervously like he was searching for someone before finally re-connecting eyes once again. This time, the boy opts to be nicer than he was a mere few seconds ago.

“ I’m Louis by the way. I’d shake your hand, but I kind of don’t want to let go.“

The words make Harry laugh, lessening his anger.

“ Nice to meet you too, my name is Harry.“

It is safe to say at this moment that both gentleman felt a connection, a new found friendship possibly forming.

Louis lets go of the rail and smiles, lifting his hands in defeat.

“ I surrender, front row is all yours, I will be fine in second row.“

Louis found himself lost in Harry’s luscious curls or was it his captivating persona? Perhaps it was Harry’s adorable dimples that caught his eye, their cute dents serving as an irresistible invitation. Whatever it was, Louis rapidly fell under Harry’s spell.

Unable to contain his excitement, Harry’s face lit up, illuminating the room as he let out a delighted squeal.

“Oh my god, thank you so much!”

With a sudden rush of adrenaline, Harry lunged forward, grabbing the boy standing next to him to hug him just as the lights went out, signaling the start of the concert. The crowd erupted in cheers as Harry clung to the barricade, his entire body trembling with excitement. He couldn’t believe he was actually here, witnessing his favorite band perform live.

As the band members finally emerged onto the stage, Harry glanced over at the boy beside but behind him, hoping to share the same exhilaration. But to his surprise, Louis didn’t seem to be enjoying the moment at all. He swayed left and right, trying in vain to see around the tall person in front of him. Harry’s eyes drifted down to Louis’ t-shirt, and suddenly everything became clear.

Due to his unfortunate positioning, Louis was missing out on the full concert experience and Harry couldn’t just stand there and let Louis’ evening be ruined.

Without hesitation, Harry took hold of Louis’ arm, using his compact, muscular build to his advantage, he deftly switched their places in the crowd. Louis blinked in surprise, astonished by Harry’s quick thinking and selflessness.

“ What are you doing?“ Louis mouths to him excitedly as the music is too over powering to speak.

Harry looks down at Louis’ shirt and gives a sad but genuine nod of understanding.

“ I get it now, it was your dream too.“

Louis listens as Harry mumbles that last part, while he lowers his head down to read his own shirt that displays:

⭐️MAKE A WISH⭐️

“Thank you.” Is all that Louis can manage to say as he rediverts his attention back to the band. Harry doesn’t mind though, because he can easily see.

As the concert raged on, both boys got swept up in the infectious atmosphere, dancing and singing along to every word. Harry couldn’t be happier to have made a new friend and share this incredible moment with Louis by his side.

Harry finds himself watching the boys face more than the band. His smile, his aura, his adrenaline radiating off of him. It makes him feel like he has done something good in this world, and although the band he has stanned his entire life is playing in front of him, meeting the cute little lad has most defintely been the highlight of his night.

The music is loud, and there are blue and green spot lights circulating up and around the crowd. There are people dancing and singing at the top of their voices, scrap that, they are screeching like dying cats, and in all honesty its pissing Harry off a little that he can’t hear the band sing as the crowd is drowning them out. The last he checked, he paid all that money, a ticketmaster whole inflated price of £520 pounds to hear the band sing, not the people around him who are mostly drunk and going overboard to gain their favs attention.

After a mere half hour into the concert, the purple haired concertgoer beside Harry weaved her way out of the crowd, perhaps on account of the overwhelming excitement or that of the suffocating energy. Considering the circumstances, Harry didn’t have to think twice, and as if on autopilot, he quickly sidestepped into the newfound spot, assuming the position directly behind Louis.

As Harry resumed his position in the crowd, he realized what a stroke of luck it was to have met this person. He caught a glimpse of Louis’ face and saw just how much he was enjoying the concert, his expression lighting up with every song.

The concert continued relentlessly, with the crowd jumping and shouting in unison. Harry and Louis were completely lost in the moment, singing and dancing along to each and every song, despite being physically pushed and shoved by the tumultuous crowd. But none of that mattered, they were merely two strangers atop a seemingly endless sea of people, united by their mutual love of music.

The whole arena erupts into a clap as the band begins to play the intro to one of their biggest hits ’ No Control ’ The lyrics itself are provocative, and funny enough, its Harry’s favourite song. He begins to dance or maybe jiggle on the spot might be more of an accurate description, but Harry is lost in the moment and doesn’t realise he has moved forward a little too much, evidently colliding into the boy’s back. Louis turns around with a face scorned at the unwanted body contact. That is until he notices it’s only Harry, to where his face softens immediately.

Their gazes locked once more, and as the thumping beat of the music cascaded in the background, Louis finally saw Harry for who he truly was. It was in this fleeting moment, as the intensity of Harry’s electric but sensual stare bore into him, that something inside Louis clicked.

Harry was just like him.

The realization dawned upon Louis, dawning in his eyes and contorting his emotions in equal measure, causing him to involuntarily bite on his lower lip in a bid to mask his vulnerability, though it was a fruitless exercise. He knew he’d been caught by the only person who had noticed his moment of self-revelation.

After a beat, Louis turned away from Harry’s intense gaze, eager to keep up with the frenetic pace of the concert. Nevertheless, the rest of the show passed in a blur, Louis’ attention repeatedly drawn back to Harry, who mirrored Louis’ euphoria during every moment of the concert, revelling in the beat of the music, and the electrical current pulsing through the crowd.

Harry’s pulse raced with every beat of the music, his hips moving in time to the rhythm. His senses were heightened, his entire being consumed by the electrifying atmosphere.

Despite his focus on the music, Harry found himself incapable of looking away from the boy’s mesmerizing physique. He could feel his heart thundering in his chest, his knees weakening beneath him. It was as if time had stopped, and Harry was lost in an endless sea of sound and sensation.

He forced himself to look away from the boy for a moment, glancing up at the ceiling with a quick prayer for strength. Harry knew he was in trouble, this boy already had a power over him that he had never experienced before. He tried to gather his thoughts, to regain his composure and enjoy the night he had long dreamed of.

As Harry struggled to steady himself, he suddenly felt an ass press up against him, firm and round, grinding against him as if it had a life of its own, his chest, his knees now weakening beneath him.

And … oh ok….

Harry couldn’t help but admire the way Louis moved so effortlessly. It was as if his every move was a sultry dance, and it left Harry feeling both mesmerized and unsettled. He began to wonder if Louis was aware of the effect he was having on him, as if each sway of his hips and slide of his body against Harry’s was intentional.

For a moment, Harry let himself believe that Louis had no idea, that Louis is unaware of what chaos he was causing, that his ass sliding up and down so gradually against his cock was just an accident. He has no idea he is doing it, he is sure of it, he thinks.

That was until Louis turned his head around, a fucking clear and deliberate smirk plastered from ear to ear.

Yep, he knows exactly what it is he is doing. Does this little shit understand the struggle Harry is now facing. Trying his hardest to not focus on his ever growing erection, Harry watches the blonde guitarist instead. 

The world may be wide and round but life is short and time moves fast. There is no replay button or anyway to rewind the clock, so living our best lives and making every moment count is fundamental to making beautiful memories. So Harry focuses on the people on the stage, pretending time and time again that the boy in front of him is NOT continously grinding back on him.

Ninety minutes later when the house lights have returned, Harry shly addresses the boy one last time.

“ They were so good, right! I really hoped you enjoyed yourself and….“ Harry stumbles to find the right words. “I really hope you get better.”

“ They were amazing and I have you to thank for being so kind as to letting me view easier, it was nice to erm, meet you“ he smiles.

Louis begins to walk off and for some unknown reason, Harry finds himself following him across the room like a magnet. He stops when he accidentally eavesdrops.

“ How did you go Louis? Did you enjoy yourself?“

Harry begins to walk away, because even though his adrendaline is still spiking, he is determined to jump into his own bed, and finally get some proper rest, but he suddenly freezes when he hears the unexpected reply.

“ I did yes, thank you Suzanne.“

“ Ok well before we get moving along, I just want to thank you Louis for voluntering tonight, now if you could kindly push our client Mackenzie here in the wheelchair, I’d be very grateful.“

By the power of the universe and some may call it fate, Louis looks up and over in Harry’s direction.

“ Sorry“ he mouths as he shrugs his shoulders trying not to laugh.

“ YOU LITTLE SHIT……“ Harry blurts out louder than intended.

It gains a look from one of the adults who frowns slightly at Harry before continuning to return their attention back to Louis.

“ No worries but I do need to visit the bathroom first. I’ve been holding on all night.“ Louis responds.

Harry’s eyes narrowed as Louis slipped away, a sly grin on his lips. Harry was reeling, struggling to come to terms with the reality of what had just happened. Louis had deceived him, played a game of cat and mouse, and had emerged victorious, well, for the moment at least.

Despite the shock and frustration that Harry felt, he couldn’t help but find the situation slightly amusing. He allowed himself a small smile, feeling a flicker of admiration for Louis’ cleverness. Still, he knew he couldn’t let Louis get away with this. He had to know what was going on, needed to understand the reason behind Louis’ actions.

With a newfound sense of determination, Harry set off after Louis, his steps quick and purposeful. He walked with his head held high, his back straight, projecting an image of confidence and strength. As he approached the restroom, Harry’s heart pounded in his chest. He knew that whatever was waiting for him on the other side of that door could change the course of his night, and he steeled himself for whatever lay ahead.

When Harry walks through the door, he sees Louis leaning against the wall with his arms loosly crossed against his chest. Louis’ posture is relaxed, but his eyes are focused on Harry. Harry’s eyes narrow as he approaches him, but his lips are still curled up in amusement. Harry’s body language is playful as he steps closer to Louis, his hands gently resting in his pockets.

“ You silly little rat.“

“ Rat? Louis questions, a smile etched upon his face.

“ Deceitful, liar, someone who plays dirty!!“ Harry confirms, making sure to pronounce that last one a little more prominent.

Louis presses his lips together and although he is curently cornered here, he does not mind it in the least, and well, Harry is not wrong by any means, but he wouldn’t admit that to anyone.

“Well I didn’t confirm anything, it is not my fault that you made up your own assumptions now is it?”

Harry is listening, but he is also mesmerized by the sprakle in Louis’ eyes, so much so that he couldn’t give no fucks about the barricade issue any longer. There is no denying that Harry is already immediately smitten with Louis, the boy who is sassy yet adorably charming at the same time.

Harry is semi nervous but can’t resist the attraction. He feels a rush of adrenaline as he lunges forward, connecting their lips. It’s a fast and rushed decision, but Harry can’t hide his own disbelief at what he has done as he pulls away.

“ Shit.“

Louis looks surprised, but also very pleased, and Harry can’t help but come across a little bit bashful at his forwardness as his entire face reddens.

They both stand there for a moment, looking at each other. Harry can feel a blush spreading across his cheeks as he tries to catch his breath. Louis looks at him with a mixture of amusement and interest, and Harry can’t help but feel like he’s in a dream.

“Wow,” Louis says, breaking the silence. “That was unexpected.”

Harry nods, still feeling a bit dazed. “Yeah, it was. I’m sorry if I came on too strong or, shit, maybe I got this whole perception wrong???”

Louis smiles, reaching out and putting a hand on Harry’s arm. “No need to apologize, love. I quite enjoyed it, actually.”

Thank god he hadn’t mis-read the signals. Its safe to say, Louis is queer too.

As Harry’s hand brushes against Louis’, a spark ignites deep within him. The chemistry between them is palpable, an electric charge that draws them inexorably closer. Harry’s heart races as he takes in the tantalizing blue of Louis’ eyes, feeling a boldness that he’s never experienced before.

“Can we…do it again?” he asks tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Louis looks at him, his smirk sending a shiver down Harry’s spine. As he leans in, Harry’s body responds instinctively, melting into the sensation of their lips touching once more. This time, the kiss is slower, more deliberate, and Harry can feel the heat building in his lower region as he runs his fingers through the softness of Louis’ hair.

There’s a moment of perfect stillness, a sense that everything in the world has dwindled down to this one singular, blissful point. Harry knows that he’ll never forget this moment, he will carry it with him for the rest of his life as his body tingles in all the right places.

Harry is losing control pretty quick as he hungrily guides the lad into the stall. He locks the door and pushes Louis against it, a smirk spread across Louis face.

“ God, you smell nice.“

“ Yeah, well guess what Harry, I taste nice too.“ He says, he’s eyes drifting down to his own groin.

“ I’m not sure if I know what you’re implying there sweetheart, you’ll need to be more clearer than that.“

You see Harry isn’t stupid, he knows well and truly what he wants, but he is loving this teasy chase too much. With his tongue pushed into his cheek, Louis bites his lip, a little nervous at being so blunt. 

“ Well, let me put it plain amd simple for you. How about you find out how nice I taste by putting your fucking sinful mouth on my aching cock and show me how good you can swallow.“

There is a deep growl that almost escapes Harry’s mouth as his own eyes darken. He can’t believe this is really happening.

He is messy kissing Louis now as he fumbles with Louis’ zip. Finally as the jeans fall to the ground, Harry gropes him giving a tight but satisfying  squeeze.

“ You sure about this?“

“ Yes now hurry before they send out a search party for me.“

Harry falls to his kness.

Louis could feel his cock was about to explode as it throbbed in Harry’s mouth.

The way Louis moans, sends a painful tightness to his own jeans. Louis made the mistake of looking down at Harry, his hair a mess, his cheeks flushed. He couldn’t hold back any longer.

“ Fuck, i’m gonna cum.“

His entire body trembles as he enters his orgasm, his legs shaking as he squirts his warm load down Harry’s throat.

Louis watches Harry’s face, noticing the wetness dripping from Harry’s chin and lips. He’s eyes were closed and he had a look of bliss on his face as he licked his lips.

“ Mmm, you weren’t lying after all.“

Louis pulls Harry up from the floor and smashes their lips together fully  tasting himself. He feels Harry still hard against him making him pull away.

“ I’d offer to reciprocate that Harry but I have something else in mind but only if you’re game.“

Not waiting for an answer, Louis turns around, his palms now plastered to the door as he looks back over his shoulder seductively at Harry who already looks like he has died and gone to heaven. Louis pushes his ass out proceeding to give it a little wiggle.

“ Don’t make me wait too long, I’m dying to feel your cock buried in my tight ass.“

Neither of them were expecting things to escalate this quickly. Yet, as Harry jumped forward with no delay he quickly inserted two fingers into Louis, not being able to refrain the eagerness to proceed. Time was ticking, and every moment that passed felt like an eternity. Though they had only met hours ago, the sensation that arose between them was undeniable. Their rendezvous might seem dirty to some, but to them, it felt as natural as breathing. The sudden burn and stretch was all it took to send Louis reeling, and before he knew it, Harry was already perfectly aligned with his entrance.

Louis moans as Harry gently pushes in, Harrys fingers gripping tightly at Louis’ hips.  

Louis is suprised at how well he takes every inch of Harry’s cock, the hard long thick length that is currently penertrating in and out of him faster and faster with every thrust forward. 

Harry was about to cum when he pulled out, spinning Louis around super quickly desperate not to lose his load in the process, Louis’ back now pressed against the door as he sprayed his cum all over louis’ torso.

“ Fuck“ he hissed out as he watched his long stream of white cum spray from his red pulsating tip.

“ Louis?“

They both freeze with fear as a male voice was heard as the bathroom entrance door swung open.

“ You in here, Louis?“

They looked at each other in horror as Louis tried to calmy reply.

“ Yep, just give me a second. I will be out in a minute. “

He recognised the voice to that of one of the adult volunteers for the night.

“ Ok, hurry we got the meeting to go to.“

“ Meeting?“ Harry whispered.

“ A meet and greet.“ Louis mouths back.

Harry’s jaw drops opens as he hits Louis’ chest playfully, just as they hear the door close.

“ You really are something else aren’t you!“

’ A meet and greet’ Harry mimicks as he mumbles, hurrying to clean himself.

“ Nice meeting you, Harry.“

Racing past him, Louis eyes him up and down one last time before exiting out the door. And just like that, Louis is gone. Harry is in disbelief. Where the hell did he get meet and greet tickets anyway? If they were for  public sale, he would have known about it.

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As he emerges from the bathroom, the boy finds himself in an arena foyer that is quickly thinning out. The once bustling crowd has dissipated, leaving him to navigate out the doors in search for the quieter, cooler nights air. For some inexplicable reason, his feet ache relentlessly, compelling him to plop down onto the grimy gutter.

From this makeshift perch, he reflects on the unforgettable moments of the evening, a thrilling camping adventure, the serendipitous encounter with Louis, and losing himself in the transcendent melodies of his favorite band.

Oh , and the bathroom incident. He smirks.

As he sits, the discomfort in his feet gradually subsides, and an overwhelming sense of tranquility overcomes him. In this moment, time seems irrelevant, and he resists the nagging urge to leave. A peculiar thought flicks through his mind, perhaps this is the fabled post-concert depression that he’s heard whispers of. But such longing, such melancholy, can it truly exist?

Lost in his thoughts, he remains in this ruminative state for what feels like an eternity. When he finally rouses from his daze, he finds himself utterly alone. The sound of the arena’s foyer doors closing reverberates through the silence, followed by the distinct snuffing out of lights. There is a faint murmur of distant laughter, a group of revelers hidden from his view. Slowly, he rises to his feet, brushing off the dust that now adorns his pants, and a surge of emptiness washes over him.

His mind races…..should he leave?

A pang of unwillingness grips him, something seeming to tether him to this place. Yet, logic argues that he must move on. Though his body feels as though it hasn’t known any sort of rest in days, he gathers his resolve, preparing to depart. And yet, a single thought lingers in the depths of his consciousness: Where could he find Louis?

“ Harry? You are Harry right?“

Turning around, Harry sees a man standing behind him and smiles politely.

At first, it doesn’t register to him who it is, but then he sees the man’s face properly and finds it difficult not to scream.

“Oh my god. Zayn, how do you…oh my god. I’m sorry. My name is Harry.” Harry stammered out, utterly star-struck.

Zayn just chuckles.

“Yeah, I think we established that. Nice to meet you.”

Harry wants to crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment. Zayn is the lead singer of his favorite band, ‘Two Directions.’

“Sorry, it’s just, I love you guys. You are awesome. It’s such an honor to meet you; your music literally saved my life.”

Harry extends his hand for a handshake. “Well, Harry, it seems tonight is your lucky night.”

Zayn hands him a signed t-shirt.

“What! Oh my god. Thank you, but why…like how?”

Zayn turns around as Harry follows his line of sight over to where he sees a small group piling into a van. He sees Louis, who just so happens to look over as he waves before disappearing into the car.

“The young lad had some nice words to say about you. I hear you camped out and even gave up your spot for him at the barricade. That’s a really selfless thing to do, I truly appreciate fans like you.”

Harry is sure his cheeks are bright red as he looks down at the shirt.

“Louis noticed you sitting here as we stepped out the side door. He asked us if we could kindly sign it and give it you. So, hope you enjoy it. It was nice to meet you, Harry.”

“You too. Thank you. I will never take it off.”

Zayn laughs as he gracefully nods his head before leaving.

Harry couldn’t believe it. Louis had noticed him, and he had made an impression. As he watched Zayn leave, he knew he had to see Louis again.

Looking down at the T-shirt, he noticed something he hadn’t previously seen. On the back, in small letters at the bottom, it read:

Louis Tomlinson

+44 7911 123456

Could this really be Louis’ phone number? Harry felt a sudden rush of hope. As he folded the T-shirt neatly, he couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, there was more to this chance encounter than he ever could have imagined. The shirt was like a talisman, and he knew he had to take a chance.

He took out his phone faster than ever before, his fingers quickly sliding across the keypad as his heart pounded in his chest.

To ‘Hopefully Louis’

“ Hi, its Harry. A signed shirt! You really do continue to suprise me lad. I do hope this is you and not a random number. X “

He held the phone in his hand, nervously tapping its side, waiting and waiting for a reply. It seemed like forever when the phone finally chimed.

From ’ Hopefully Louis’

“ Who is Harry?“

Harry’s heart stopped for a moment, as he read the response. Was this really from Louis? He stared at the screen, his mind racing with fear and uncertainty.

But then, a mischievous grin crept across his face. He knew Louis had some sort of cheekiness about him, and then it hits him.

Louia IS a smartass.

He is certain that it is Louis’ number and he is just fucking with him. This could ultimately end up a diaster, but its a gamble he is somewhat willing to take, as he begins to type out his message.

To ‘Hopefully Louis’

“ You are such an asshole. Speaking of……… how is yours? 😜 “

He hit send, not entirely sure what the response would be. After a few moments, his phone pinged again  with another text message notification.

From ‘Hopefully Louis’

“ Harry! Of course I know it’s you. I was just trying to mess with you. Good to hear from you, mate. When are we seeing each other again? 😊 “

Harry let out a sigh of relief, a smile growing on his lips. The next thing he does is change the name. He quickly replied.

To 💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ Thank god. You almost gave me a heart attack. I was thinking, ‘How could Louis not remember me? I’m so  freaking unforgettable.’ 😂 Let’s plan something soon. Maybe some drinks, I know of a new bar that just opened, if your interested.“

From 💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ As much as id love to get drunk and have you pound me relentlessly, I have another idea. Meet me tomorrow at 6am.“

Harry begins his walk over to where the taxi ranks are while frowning. What the hell, 6am TOMORROW. !?!?

To 💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ I mean booty calls are usually done during the night but 6 am? Lou, its almost 1am.  By the time I get home and get to actual sleep, you are asking me to wake up again, if not for pleasure, then what the hell are you expecting us to do at 6am?“

Harry sat in the tiny shelter looking up the next taxi arrival….forty minutes!

Great .

From 💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ Two Directions is playing here again tomorrow night, Zayn gave me free tickets, lets go again.“

Harry’s eyes shot open in excitement but it was soon replaced by confusion.

To    💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ Why 6am though?“

Harry held his phone tightly, feeling like his heart was beating a little faster than usual. The adrenaline rush was like nothing he had felt before. He couldn’t help but wonder what kind of adventure lay ahead, now that he had reconnected with Louis.

Oh shit , he says outloud.

No, don’t let it be what he is currently thinking it may be.

He hears the ding and for the first time he is genuinley scared to open it.

Shit .

Running his hand through his hair, a wave of uncertainty fulfills him. He’s at a complete loss on what to do next. The mere thought of it already has him feeling more tired and fatigued than ever before. But then again, it’s Louis, how can he refuse? He groans as he glances over the text message, realizing that he’s in for a long and potentially arduous journey.

From 💙 Sexy Blue Eyes 💙

“ Because I want to be

barricade

.“

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THE END .