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I can't believe I'll see Louis twice next week! And the concert in cologne only happens because of a smuttie! I'm so thankful to have you all <3

Who will be at the cologne or berlin concert???

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The evening was peaceful, but the wind often decided to join the couple on the terrace, making both laugh in amusement when the tulle of Louis' dress flew around.

"I hate things I can't control with money and power!", the mafia leader acted angry, when he again had to hold the tulle of his sleeves.

"Weird you haven't ordered some of DEATH's best people to create a machine that allows you to control the weather", Harry answered, drank from his wine with a smirk about his boyfriend sometimes craving control a little too much.

"Maybe they're on it", Louis snapped. Then, his blue eyes looked at Harry's hair.

"I wouldn't change the wind, though. It makes your curls bounce around", he then giggled, kept watching. Harry laughed and put down the glass, before his hand went through his hair.

"Wind actually makes them become fizzy and they look less thick then", the younger answered. Alarmed at this, Louis said up, arms stretched out to the right and left.

"I order you to fucking stop immediately, stupid wind!"

Harry wanted to laugh at first, but when the wind seriously stopped, his smile dropped. Louis seemed to be startled as well, looked at his boyfriend surprised and impressed then. Moreover, he looked overly proud as if he seriously had controlled the wind. The moment he wanted to be smug about it, a strong wind passed over the terrace, ruffled their hair and Louis' dress completely.

"Aaah!", Louis shouted in anger, heard Harry's loud laugh he sometimes let out without being able to control it. Annoyed, Louis closed his eyes for a moment until the wind stopped. As soon as it was quiet again, he huffed and opened his eyes.

"Well done, almighty leader", he heard Harry's voice. The smaller pouted, fixed his brown hair.

"For fuck's sake", he mumbled meanwhile. "I will make the wind suffer as soon as I have power over it"

"How would you torture the wind?", Harry asked interested and amused, placed his elbow on the table to place his chin on his hand. His eyes were watching Louis' delicate hands that fixed his hair.

"I don't know; what are things the wind likes?", Louis answered, decided to give up and lowered his arms, looked to Harry with a sigh.

"Hm", Harry did, a grin forming on his lips. Louis looked totally cute with his ruffled hair. "You probably forgot you're the water and not the air, my dear L'eau Courante"

Louis tried to not laugh, but his lips twitched at some point and he let out a giggle.

"Idiot", he said, before leaning closer. His hand lifted and he fixed some curls of Harry's hair and placed them where they had been before the strong wind had shown up.

"If I could control water, I'd end water shortage"

Surprised about the serious topic change, Harry blinked, watched Louis' face.

"What?"

Louis hummed, leaned back then, looked to the beer glass his fingers traced over then. His expression showed he was in his thoughts now, before he explained what was running through his mind.

"Sometimes I think about the fact I have so much money and can buy whatever I want and there still is so much money left. There's so much one could do with that to help people"