When yet another anniversary passes without a marriage proposal from his boyfriend, Harry decides to take action. Aware of an Irish tradition that allows to pop the question on Feb. 29, he plans to follow his lover to Dublin and ask him to marry him...
Harry rolls his suitcase with one hand, coat draped over other holding the bag, and stomps along the road, away from the direction of the car. Louis runs behind him and shouts "Where you going?"
"Dublin." Harry says without looking back.
"Wait, wait. Look, this is an easy fix." Louis says running up besides Harry, and throwing glances back at his car. "All we need to do is find a phone, call the garage, get a tow, hop in the car, back on the road, and we will be in Dublin in no time. Just cool the jets would you?"
Harry looks back at Louis, shrugs at him, and continues his walk and Louis, with no other option follows a few feet behind.
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They both reach a part of the road, which is in between two Valleys, scattered with water bodies around, all grasses set in a deep shade of yellow. The cold breeze made Harry's hair more fluffier, while Louis' more messier.
A dark blue van came on the road, which was the first and only vehicle Harry has seen since he started walking. He shouts and waves at them to make them stop near him, which they did a few feet ahead.
"I wouldn't get in there if I was you." Louis shouts from behind him.
Harry turns around to face him with his bag and suitcase in hand, but coat over his body. "And I care about your opinion because..." He shouts back and runs upto the van.
"Fine, go ahead." Louis mutters to himself.
Harry walks upto the car, to be greeted by the guy who stepped out from the driver seat. "All right there, sweetheart?" He says with a wide smile.
"Hi" Harry replies with a dimpled smile.
"You looking for a ride?" The guy asks leaning on the car.
"Yes, I'm going to Dublin." Harry says trying to catch his breath.
"Oh, in Dublin's fair city where the girls are so pretty."
Harry scrunches his eyebrows but replies nodding enthusiastically. "Yes."
"Now there's a coincidence,cause I'm going there myself. Let me help you with the old suitcase there." He says grabbing the suitcase.
"That's very sweet of you." Harry says laughing slightly.
"Not at all." He replies, opening the door to the back of van and putting the suitcase in, where two other men were sitting.
"And I didn't even have to ask..." Harry says to Louis scoffing at him.
"Top of the morning to you." One guy inside the van greets Harry.
"Oh, morning."
"That's a fancy bit of suitcase, no mistake." The driver says tapping the suitcase. "It's quality. You can see just by looking at it, you know?"
"Mhm." Harry hums happily looking at Louis. The driver closes the back door and goes upto his seat. Harry sighs out looking at Louis. "Well I would say it's been a pleasure, but I think we both know that..." Harry stops when hears a car starting, and sees the van behind him speeding off leaving Harry behind. "Wait. No, wait. Wait. Come back here. You can't just ..." Harry shouts running after the car a few feet, but stops seeing it is of no avail.
Louis whistles to himself paying no mind to Harry and walking past him, hands inserted in the coat pocket and a stupid smile on his face. Harry follows him having no other way.
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Harry walks inside the bar, he saw Louis entering, which was situated on the road side. He finds Louis sitting inside the bar on a couch, in all his glory, drinking beer from a glass. "There you are." He says looking at Harry. "Soon as I finish this, I'll call us a tow truck." He says motioning to the beer glass.
Harry squints his eyes at him. "Us? There is no us." He says scoffing. "I'm calling a real taxi. You. leave. me. alone." Harry points at Louis saying each words loud and clear and walks away with sass.
"Okay, Bob." Louis says raising his eyebrows and making an 'I don't care expression'.
Harry ignores him and walks upto the counter, to find a guy wearing a jersey printed 'EOGHAN'. "Excuse me?" But the guy doesn't turn. "Umm, Eo-gaan?"
The guy turns and nears Harry, placing his hands flat on the counter. "O-ghan."
"Oh." Harry exclaims nodding to himself. "Do you have a phone, please?" The guy motions his head to the telephone placed. "Thank you." Harry says smiling and backing from the counter.
"Safe home." Louis comments from the couch, where he is trying to catch the nuts he thrown in the air in his mouth. Harry just gives him an annoyed look and turns to the telephone, which was already occupied by a man, who was giggling into it.
Harry sighs looking around and sees the three thieves who took his bag, in another room through the crack of the opened door. They had already opened his suitcase, which is placed on the table they were sitting around, and his underwears, the lace panties, were taken out, and they were playing with it. One guy had wore one on his head, other was observing it and the third has been smelling it, all while the three were laughing loudly.
Harry looks back at Louis, but he was busy catching the nuts with his mouth, paying no attention to Harry. So Harry, surges into the room stomping towards them. "So nice of you to look after my suitcase, but I'll take it back. Thank you." Harry says putting the clothes on the table back into the suitcase.
One of guy stands up and grabs his arm, from stop moving. "Is that right?"
Harry snatches his hands from the hold and takes steps backwards as the three started to crowd him. "I'll call the American ambassador."
"Oh, is this his?" One asks holding his lace underwear in front of him.
Harry snatches it from his, narrowing his eyes at the guys. "Well, I just.." the three guys takes steps forward which makes him go back, looking nervously at them. "I..."
He hears the door oopening and someone walking in standing behind him. "Fun's over, lads." He hears the 'Oh so familiar' voice speaks. "Give the guy his stuff back."
One guy pushes Harry aside from between them and Louis. "And who the hell are you?"
"No body. Just keeping the peace." Louis says calmly.
"Yeah? Well, you can keep your peace out of it." Another guy says and punches Louis straight on his face, which makes him fall backwards on the pool table behind him. But he kicks one of the guy standing using his leg, making the guy fall back on to a table, breaking it.
Harry grabs a glass of beer sitting besides him and throws it on to the face of the second guy and kicks his crotch. "Huh" he exclaims seeing the guy fall to the floor.
Louis punches the third guy back on the face and head knocks the second guy when he comes back up. He punches the first guy on his stomach and throws him on to the pool table. The third guy stands up and looks at Louis, while he raises his eyebrows at him, challenging him to go on, all while Harry stood there stunned.
"That was.. " Harry lets out a surprised laugh while Louis sits back on the pool table. "Impressive."
"Ow." Louis says touching his lips with his fingers, where he got the punch.
The owner Eoghan, storms into the room and looks at them furiously. "Out."
"Fair enough." Louis shrugs and stands up walking out.
Harry approaches Eoghan with an innocent smile. "Hi. I just-" Eoghan raises his eyebrows looking at him suggestively, knowing what he's going to ask. "-should just get my things and go." He walls back to his suitcase, gathers his things and leaves the bar.
