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A month later.

'Louis, mail' Liam hands me the thin stack of envelopes.

I sift through them quickly, standing in the living room of the first floor.

I find the one I was looking for, disregarding all the others even though one I glimpsed at says something about the club me and Liam and Niall and... harry, went to that one night.

Think they finally busted us?

I open up the slightly brown colored note, with the university name on it.

It's a university somewhere 1000 miles away.

To say the least as soon as my birthday came and gone, and I finished home schooling I was all over my mom asking about getting away. Of course I wasn't that upfront, but that was my direct motive, getting away to be with harry.

After that morning at the hotel, I went home before my dad could leave to release his anger.

I told them a lie, saying I was at the hotel with Niall (cause he was out looking for me before my dad knew I was gone). My dad was a bit angry at Niall for not informing him, but to say the least he bought it.

I said I was upset and needed space.

The relationship between my father and I hasn't gotten better. I've kept my distance doing anything to not think about harry, and my dad's kept his, going on about his last Christmas as president, and how he's going for another term. Or is going to try to run for it.

My mom's been doing mom business, and Liam's been finishing up his schooling. He graduates earlier in February.

He's going to UNI with me. He got the acceptance letter all ready, so I'd been hoping the same. Let's say it's not hard for the president's son to get into university, and neither if you are the president's sons best friend.

I read the letter (more like skim) and find the only words I was worried about.

'Congratulations Louis Tomlinson'

I scream.

Yeah, I know. Don't judge.

'Yes!' I jump up and down and embrace Liam.

'I made it, finally.'

Don't think I'd forgotten about harry. This was all part of the plan.

Liam's been our secret messenger.

It started when a couple weeks ago Liam received a letter. He opened it to find Harrys letter, asking for him to give this to Louis. Liam did and we've kept in touch. Thought the weeks, I've been sending letters back and forth with harry, using Liam, and Harrys applied to the same college as me and Liam and Niall.

Niall has to go to the same college as me. And my dad made sure that he was.

He's still the president's son, and Nialls also my best mate

I can finally see harry

1 week later.

'Bye, louis, see you summer break right?'

My mom hugs me. My bags are in the back of the car (I argued with my mom, saying I didn't want to attract a lot of attention with a limo), along with Liam and Niall's own things

We're going to the airport.

'Niall you take care of my son' she tells him sternly.

Niall nods. 'Yes ma'am wouldn't want anything else.'

'Also make sure you get a good study, you too Liam' over the years she taken in a responsibility for my two friends', and a one point even for Zayn. This is ridiculous because she has 6 kids already!

'Okay, love you. Bye mom'

'Bye sweet heart'

I walk to the open door and get in, Liam and Niall following suit.

The driver already knows where were going, so when he shuts the door and gets in up front, we are off. We leave the drive way and soon enough are on our way to the airport only 30 minutes away. I know the window is shut and he can't hear us.

'Okay, when we get there, Liam, you text harry and we'll all meet up at the boarding entrance'

He nods, the plans all set.

~

'Where is he?' I mummer, looking around the airport, through the mix of people. I'm glad for no one recognizing me yet, but with my sunglasses, hood and pulled back hair I can't find time to cut, I wouldn't recognize me. Maybe harry cant recognize me... maybe that's why he isn't –

'Louis!' my thoughts are cut off by my name being called. I look around.

Then I spot him.

His hair has grown for sure, now grazing his shoulders. He has on glasses and his attire is similar to my own. He rushes toward me, his two suitcases pulling behind him.

He has his tickets in one hand as they reach for me. I leave my own luggage, though, to save for embracing him. I barely walk two steps before he's on me.

'I love you' I mummer into his neck, next to his ear.

'I told you I'd see you again' he smiles against my hood.

I pull it down just so I can feel his breath in my hair.

He pulls back.

'Is- is your hair in a bun'

I remember pulling back the slightly too long strands, barely making them fit into the tiny little pony tail.

I blush 'it's adorable!' he squeals.

He hugs me again, then I hear the over com announcing final minutes to board for our flight.

'Come on love we've got to go!' I say, pulling back and grabbing his hand, trying to figure out how to carry two suitcases with one hand. We run to the baggage drop off and the group of us dumps them on and run to the line getting on.

Together we all pass our tickets and move to first class, and take our seats.

'Luxury' Niall sighs as he sits down on his half bed half seat. Ii sit on the one across from his, and harry sits in his seat in front of me (that's facing me). Liam takes his in front of Niall.

All in all there's only 5 other people in the cabin with us.

Harry smiles at me.

And I smile back.

Its then I don't regret not telling him I love him back when he left, because now, I can tell it to him all I want. We've gotten our dreams

To be with each other all the time.

I'm Louis Tomlinson, the president's son, and I love harry styles, the (used to be) personal chief, now love of my life





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