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seventy four

Louis awoke to the very persistent shaking of his arm, and a hushed voice repeating his name over and over.

"Louis. Louis. Louis. Louis. Hi."

Tentatively, Louis opened his eyes, flinching when Harry's face came into view only a few inches away from his own. "Jesus Christ," he groaned.

Harry grinned. "Sorry."

He very obviously was not, but Louis decided not to press the issue. He propped himself upright, squinting at Harry, who was fully dressed and bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Care to tell me why you look so excited?" Louis asked wryly.

Twisting a silver ring around his index finger, Harry flushed a light pink. "I have a surprise. For lunch. I wanna take you somewhere. If you want to go, of course."

Louis was going to fucking explode. Harry was so... sweet? Adorable? Thoughtful? All of the above, he supposed. "That's— yeah, I'd really love that," he stammered, the corners of his mouth curling into a soft smile. "Judging by the fact that you're entirely dressed and ready, we're going now?"

Harry shrugged. "That's what I was planning, yeah."

"Give me a moment to get dressed, and I'll be ready to go," Louis said, forcing his rather unwilling body into a sitting position. "Might need a second to finish waking up, though."

"Okay! I'll be... doing something. I don't know what, but I'll find something!" Harry said cheerily. He left Louis to get ready, and once Harry had left the room, Louis collapsed back down, burying his face in a pillow.

Harry was going to be the death of him, though that really wouldn't be the worst way to go.

After a moment, Louis pulled himself together enough to get ready for the day, rifling through his suitcase until he found a pair of skinnies he deemed acceptable, and his least wrinkled graphic tee.

Eventually, he shuffled into the living room to find Harry sitting on the couch, a neatly folded blanket and a covered basket sitting in his lap. When he caught sight of Louis, a smile lit up his face.

"Hi!"

"Hi," Louis chuckled fondly. "I'm ready to get going if you are."

Excitedly, Harry jumped to his feet, clutching the basket and blanket at the last second so as not to drop them. "I'm ready!"

Laughing, Louis reached out to take the blanket. "Here, let me hold this before you drop whatever's in that basket."

Harry flashed him a grateful smile before readjusting his hold on the basket and heading to the front door. "Just follow me!"

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Louis trailed dutifully behind Harry as they walked down the road, but the aforementioned road was quickly fading to dirt, and he was beginning to doubt that Harry really knew where he was going.

When he voiced his concerns, however, Harry just laughed.

"We're nearly there, I swear."

Where "there" could possibly be, Louis had no clue. As far as he could see, there was nothing around them except for empty stretches of grass punctuated by the occasional tree. It had only been a quarter of an hour since they had set out from Harry's house, but the houses around them had faded out surprisingly quickly.

Thankfully, only a few minutes later, Harry grabbed hold of Louis' hand excitedly.

"There! I told you we weren't lost."

Louis squinted, trying to find whatever Harry had caught sight of. "Where are we, exactly? How is this any different than the last fifteen minutes of fields we passed?"