Harry met Louis Tomlinson in the toilets in the X-Factor.
At the time, it had seemed like he'd been meeting people left, right, and centre: he'd been introducing himself to the hosts and producers and directors and stagehands and the camera crew and other auditionees like himself for almost eight hours, and he needed a break. Meeting new people was fun, yes, but this amount of people could get overwhelming sometimes.
But Louis was different though.
Not only had he simply laughed off Harry's weeing accident with a giggly 'hi', he was also cute and sweet and funny and had the prettiest blue eyes Harry had ever seen. He had gently teased Harry as he washed the spot of Harry's wee off his trousers, and Harry had done nothing but blush and stammer and ramble at him.
Louis seemed to have been charmed, though, enough to reassure him about his audition and give him hug. He even got Harry's autograph and had a photo taken with him, because, in his words, "you're gonna be famous one day, Curly, and when that happens, this'll be auctioned off for a lot of money. The first autograph Harry Styles ever wrote"
To which Harry replied (rather suavely, if he'd say so himself), "do you want my number as well?"
Louis had paused, tilting his head. "Nah," he answered. "But I can give you mine. 'S a fair trade, innit? Your autograph for my number."
And on that day, Harry had left the toilets with Louis' name programmed into his address book.
He'd never seen him again, but even then, he'd never thought to delete the number. Why would he? It's a nice enough memory.
(Or: AU where Harry's in One Direction, Louis isn't, and they reconnect over a game of 'Call or Delete'.)
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Led By Your Beating Heart [L.S AU]
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