The Night is Changing Overhead- Larry

Here Come the Dreams

Humid Los Angeles air clung to Harry's skin as the couple made their way through the terminal threshold. People bustled around them, surpassing each other to get off of the plane and towards baggage claim. Almost subconsciously, Harry adjusted the strap of his messenger bag and reached a hand back towards Louis.

Louis immediately tangled his fingers in Harry's, "For fucks sake, I thought they were supposed to be a bit more relaxed over here."

Harry nodded and tightened his grip on Louis hand as he pulled them through the congested terminal.

They snaked left, then right, and then left again, to fully get out of the narrow tunnel. LAX was shaped like an enormous dome, windows paneled the expanse of the ceiling. Harry slightly slowed his steps as he tilted his head back. Through the glass, stars painted the night sky.

"Looks like there are more stars here than home," Harry mumbled, his eyes raking over the constellations above.

Louis sidled next to him, "Sort of forgot about 'em after living in the city for so long." Louis squeezed Harry's hand, taking his attention away from the sky. "Thanks for taking me here, H."

With his bottom lip tugged between his teeth, Louis looked at Harry with a fine layer of hesitancy painted across his expression. It was as if he thought that Harry regretted his decision to bring Louis after their conversation on the plane. Honestly, Harry shouldn't have been surprised seeing as how they barely spoke for the three remainder hours of the flight. Especially since after the second hour, Louis stopped leaning into Harry altogether.

Harry pulled Louis over to the side, somewhat more private than directly in front of the terminal's mouth. "Regardless of – well...all that," Harry flicked his hand towards the plane, referring to their exchange earlier, "I wouldn't want to bring anyone else with me."

Louis crossed his arm over his chest and snorted weakly, "Y'sure about that?"

"Positive," Harry firmly stated. He tugged at Louis' arms, pulling them away from his chest. The corner of Louis' mouth faintly quirked upwards as Harry kissed the back of his hand. "I love you," Harry murmured quietly against Louis' warm skin.

"I love you, too."

"Good," Harry quipped and nipped at Louis' finger. "Now, let's go get our bags and find a car rental."

Louis grinned, "I hope you're aware that I'll be the one driving."

"And why is that?"

"A blind cat sipping on a mimosa could drive better than you, Harold."

Louis darted across the tiled floor before Harry could slap him in the gut. Harry chased after him, not-so-gracefully winding through the throng of people. Other passengers looked at them with judgmental eyes but Harry was more focused on trailing after the sound of Louis snickering.

Eventually, Harry managed to catch up to Louis, but that was only because they had made it to baggage claim. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' middle and hauled him backwards against his chest, "I am not a bad driver!"

"Babe, you nearly rammed into a truck because you were trying to show me someone's dog."

Harry pouted, "I wanted to make sure you saw it."

Louis patted Harry's forearm, "And I wanted to make sure you saw the car in front of us."

Harry grumbled unintelligibly as a loud buzzer rang through baggage claim. Louis jolted in response, his head snapped back and forth from left to right. He reminded Harry of an overwhelmed prairie dog. The conveyer belt in front of them began to turn and eventually, different patterned suitcases of all sizes began to appear on the track.