Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 6

6 days later

Harry had his hand wrapped around the handle of his suitcase, which was black and brand spanking new, thanks to Louis, as he struggled to drag it down the narrow flight of stairs.

"Can you handle it?" Louis chuckled, his hair gelled back and looking sharp as always.

Harry, on the other hand, was dressed in sweats and a hoodie with his hair tied up in a messy bun. It was a little past four a.m., and it was much too early in Harry's opinion to be awake, "Says the person who can't get a door shut."

Louis near instantly frowned and rolled his eyes, opening the back door of his car, "Just get in," he huffed, helping him toss his bags into the back, "You're not very kind when you wake up."

"This is how I feel with you all day, everyday."

Louis grumbled lowly under his breath and made his way to the drivers side, stepping up and into the vehicle. Even though Harry was being snappy and on edge this morning, Louis kept his mouth shut, knowing that he would just keep poking the bear if he didn't shut up right now.

The ride was quiet most of the time, and Harry only spoke up when they pulled into the parking lot, "I'm sorry, Louis, I don't mean to be mean. I guess," he took a shaky sigh and let out a low breath, his fingers lightly gripping at his pants, "I guess I'm a bit nervous."

Louis turned his head to the side and let his eyes wander over the boy. He noticed how Harry's knuckles were white and his bottom lip had been taken into his mouth, "Have you never flown before?"

He looked over at Louis with a shy look on his face, almost as if he were embarrassed, "No, I haven't," he whispered in the smallest voice Louis had heard.

The eldest of the two tucked the keys into his pocket and groaned, getting out to help Harry with his luggage despite his annoyance with the boy. Of course he would have to mention that he'd never flown, let alone even been in an airport, just minutes before they would be taking off. It wouldn't be as claustrophobic because of the lack of people on board, having money did have its advantages sometimes and Louis took pride in his ability to fly anywheres in the private plane, but it would still be difficult to figure out what type of flyer Harry was.

He had hoped that they would've had a calm, easy-going flight but with Harry fidgeting at his side as they wheeled the luggage into the airport, he knew that it would consist mainly of trying to comfort him the whole time.

Harry was just about ready to place his luggage where the majority of the people were, but Louis gently grabbed his wrist and shook his head.

"No, Love. You're flying private," Louis chuckled, his lips quirking up as he stared at Harry with fondness in his eyes, "First class."

The boy stared up at him with a doe eyed face and let out a little giggle at the mere thought of being so pampered, "Are you serious?"

Louis didn't respond and instead wheeled their suitcases and bags out to the back of the airport, walking directly out the doors as one of the ladies nodded at Louis' familiar appearance.

Harry watched in awe as Louis strode past the barriers where people would normally wait to give their tickets, but he tried to keep up despite his star struck haze.

His eyes widened in disbelief when the plane came into view. Sure, he's seen planes fly above or on TV, but never this close in person, "This is huge."

Louis turned his head over his shoulder to look at him, letting out some sort of chortle, "Yes, love, it is."

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