Weird and Sudden

Let's go crazy till we see the sun!

Harry sighed as he stared down at the screen on his phone waiting for a reply from Louis. God, he was such a quick typer, while sometimes it took him two minutes to type 'alright.'.

Louis had taken his number the day of the football match, and he and Harry had interacted through messages and WhatsApp since. It was kinda annoying, but it was definitely worth it. Louis seemed to be quite popular, and literally there wasn't one day in which Harry would see him just sitting at home doing nothing.

His phone vibrated in his hand, signalling a new message.

It had taken Louis a full 30 minutes to reply his text message, so Harry decided to ignore him back. He stared at the phone for a full minute, before giving up, and opening the text.

Soz for late reply, Curly. Yes, im going to college in a few days. By the way you should get ready real quick, the party starts in a hour.

Harry's eyes widened as he quickly typed on his keyboard.

What? What do I wear? LOUIS! What was he supposed to wear? Louis had literally told him nothing about the party.

A buzz on his phone signalled a new message from Louis. Harry read it immediately.

Trust me, less you wear , better.

Harry bit his lip and looked inside his already packed suitcase. He was off to UNI in two days, and the only thing that was ready were his suitcases.

Harry figured out that he could just wear a pair of shorts and a shirt. He went to his almost empty closet, and searched through the clothes, looking for a pair of shorts that could be considered appropriate. Most of his shorts had already been packed in his suitcases, and the only pair outside was some very short salmon pink shorts that Gemma had bought for him as a joke a few years prior.

Harry looked at the shorts for a second. Wearing stupid pink shorts or going through the hard way and opening the suitcases to find something appropriate to wear?

Harry closed the closet, the shorts tight in his hands, and a normal looking white shirt in the other hand.

***

"Overdressed." Was the first thing that Harry heard when he finally opened the front door of the house and stepped outside.

Louis was standing in the middle of the garden, and looked as pretty as Harry remembered. He was smiling, wearing a tank top and a pair of very short shorts. His hair wasn't as styled as it usually was, and he had a red beanie on his head.

He was looking at Harry with a raised eyebrow. "The t-shirt is gonna make you feel hot." He added, frowning.

You are gonna make me feel hot, almost said Harry, before catching himself. He shrugged, and winked at Louis. "If I'm hot, I'll take it off."

Louis smirked at this. "Nice. Now let's go, we are late."

Harry turned around and closed the front door and jogged up to Louis. The smaller boy smiled up at him, and connected their arms together.

Harry's smile widened, as he and Louis walked through the street of Doncaster, arm in arm. He had sensed that although they barely knew each other, he and Louis already had a connection. Call it fate, if you must. Sure, Harry barely knew Louis, and didn't even know the boy's surname, but he just felt it. He and Louis together had a special bond.

Harry turned to ask Louis a question and only then noticed the amount of tattoos the boy had. "Wow wow, hold up." He said, surprised.

Louis turned to look at him, head tilted to the side. "What's up?" he asked.