fanboy ➶ larry [COMPLETED]

Thirty-Two

Mood: Shameless by The Weeknd

The first thing Louis noticed about California when they landed at the airport, was the weather.

It was warmer than the crisp London atmosphere. He slid out of his jumper as he walked through the airport, holding Eleanor's hand gingerly. He was at the outdoor carpark of LAX.

Eleanor was beaming, staring at the place around her. Palm trees were almost everywhere; their skinny trunk supporting them through the harsh late winter winds.

They seemed nimble, as if they would snap and collapse at any second, but they held up with superior strength. It was astonishing to say the least.

Louis and Eleanor followed the guard, Louis tried to remember his name, to a blank SUV like the one in London.

It was late afternoon here, past six. The sun was low, sunset casting a red gleam to the city.

They had a long drive to San Diego.

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Louis stared at the hoard of fans as they pulled up to the hotel Harry was staying at. They were backed away by metal barricades, leaving a line where people could walk through. They screamed when the car pulled up, making their way to the vehicle. It was past eight-thirty and bloody freezing and Louis wondered how they could stay out in this weather.

Louis cowered away, glad that the windows were tinted so they couldn't see his expression. Eleanor gripped Louis' forearm, trying to calm herself.

"Okay, I'm getting out and I'll open the door for you. You just have to stay behind me. Got it?" The guard says and Louis barely let's out a feeble yes before he was left alone in the car with Eleanor. He intertwined their fingers and stared at her with a small smile before their door was opening and the screams grew louder.

Louis stepped out, with Eleanor behind him. They kept their stare downwards, not looking at any of the fans. Louis keeps Eleanor close to him, trying to keep himself calm.

He lets out a breath once their inside the hotel. Eleanor smiles, then laughs, then frowns. Louis turns to look and the fans were yelling at her, shouting something inaudible through the glass.

"Are they mad?" She asks and Louis shrugs.

"I don't see why? Maybe because we hang out with Harry?" Louis offers but that's not it. They both shrug it off, making their way through the grand lobby and into the elevator. The guard told them Harry was located in suite room 48J on the ninth floor.

Then he was gone. They were left alone in the lift. Eleanor was tapping away on her phone, laughing at some text.

"So I was thinking that tomorrow we can go to do some sightseeing." Eleanor says.

"Why not now?" Louis questions and Eleanor raises an eyebrow at him.

"Well for one, I'm jet-lagged and I'm pretty sure you and Harry have other plans." She says, making a sexual innuendo with her tongue and hand.

"Ugh! Stop!" Louis begs.

"Oh come on! Don't act like it's not true!" She giggles. Louis rolls his eyes but blushes nonetheless.

The elevator pulls up to the ninth floor and Louis looks around until he fines the white door with gold '48J' embroidered on it. He lets out a breath before knocking.

Not a second passes before the door opens and Harry is standing there, sunshine and all.

"Lou!" He flings himself at the smaller boy, causing them to stumble backwards in the hallway until Louis is pressed against the wall. Harry crashes their lips together in a frantic kiss, a clash of teeth and tongue.

Suddenly there's a camera click. Harry jumps away just as Eleanor looks down at her phone.

"Oh, that's a keeper. Definitely going in the scrapbook." She mumbles, putting her phone away. Louis grimaces, but soon doesn't care when Harry presses their lips together again. It only lasts a second before Harry is pulling away again.

"The whole floor is checked out, El. Want me to call up a guard to unlock one of the rooms?" Harry offers and Eleanor nods.

A few minutes later, a guard named Jack is standing by Harry as the young lad tells him what to do.

"What room would you like, El?" Harry asks.

"One preferably the farthest from yours. I don't wanna hear you guys going at it." She says and Louis blushes madly, looking anywhere but her and Harry. Jack seems indifferent to the statement and leads Eleanor to a room at the end of the hall.

She winks at them before closing the door behind her. Jack leaves, looking bored and soon it's just Louis and Harry.

"Come on, princess. Let me show you something." Harry whispers, intertwining their fingers and pulling him into the hotel room.

He leads them through the room until they reach a glass door that leads to the balcony. Harry lets go of his hand and opens the door, letting Louis go first.

Screams from the fans on the ground below are the first thing Louis notices. Then he could faintly hear the crashing of waves from the beach a few miles away and when he looked to his right, the shimmering lights of the city.

"Wow, it's beautiful." Louis whispers as Harry stands next to him. Harry hums, leaning against the railing and stared down at the fans.

They chanted harryharryharry over and over again.

"You have such dedicated fans." Louis murmurs to him and he could hear Harry chuckle.

"They're the best." He replies. They're quiet for a moment, the cold air nipping at them carelessly.

Louis shivered subconsciously, hugging himself tightly.

"You cold?" Harry asks, moving to put his arms around him but stops himself when he remembers they're not alone. The fans might have some type of cameras that they could see what's happening up here.

"Let's go inside." Harry offers and Louis follows him inside. He's still cold when they're settled in Harry's hotel room. Harry grips Louis by his waist, pulling him close. He brings his lips to his ear, his breath tickling his neck.

"If you're cold, I have a few ways to warm you up, princess."

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