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15 - And, We're Off!

"Harry. Harry, get up." Louis prods the larger boy who lays in his bed, wearing nothing. Not because they did anything the night before, because that's just how Harry likes to sleep. Naked.

It's currently three in the morning and they need to get to the airport at four to go to Wyoming for VidCon. This past week they've just been either chilling with Niall, Liam, and Zayn, or just making out with each other. And, there was some packing in there, too. 

"Five more minutes, please, Lou?" Harry's morning voice turns Louis on, but he closes out any thought of anything sexual. 

"You said that five minutes ago. Now get up, fatass!" Louis says as he walks into the kitchen to get a glass of water. He fills in with cold water before he goes back over to Harry. 

"Don't call your boyfriend a fatass!" Harry whines.

"I do what I want." Louis smirks as he dumps the water on Harry's cherished curls. Harry immediately is out of his bed and standing beside it, staring at the water that now pools on his bed—lacking the droplets in his hair.

"You're gonna get it, Tomlinson." Harry threatens as Louis scrambles away, but not fast enough. Harry takes hold of Louis's tiny waist and throws him on the bed—not the wet spot, though. Then, he uses one arm to hold Lou down and the other to tickle him senseless. 

"Har- Stop! Harry! St-op." Louis squeals as the tickling assault continues. Then, it hits Louis that Harry is on top of him—naked. Harry pauses, realizing this at the same time. Harry backs away sheepishly before heading to his dresser and pulling boxers up his legs. Louis pouts.

"I liked the view." Louis says, and Harry laughs. Harry then runs his hands through his wet hair before he slits his eyes at Louis again. Louis cowers away before running into the bathroom and locking it. He does not want to be tickled again. 

"Louis, come out. I won't tickle you.. I promise." Harry says as he leans against the wooden door. He hears Louis shuffle on the other side of it. 

"Liar." He hears Louis's slightly high pitched voice call. "But I have to come out, because we need to go." Then, the door opens, slowly, cautiously. Harry smiles and puts his hands up—to show that he won't do anything—when he sees Lou's face.

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It's 3:30 when the boys finally gather all their luggage and load it into Louis's car—Harry's still hasn't been found. He thinks it's been sold or destroyed. 

It takes fifteen minutes to get to the airport, so after a ride of Harry complaining about his wet hair (which has long been dry, by then), they arrive a few minutes early. They take a seat on one of the hard benches, hands intwined. 

They still haven't told the world that they are dating, but plenty of people are very suspicious. If pictures of them here, at the airport come out, it's surely a done deal. They boys, however, are planning to make a video of some sort to get the point across. They haven't exactly planned what kind of video, but they know it'll be special. 

"Flight #6, now boarding." An intercom speaks monotonously. Harry and Louis get up together, their hands swaying with the movement. They walk to the ramp on which they are supposed to board the plane, but not without being checked for weapons. Obviously, they have none. 

They are then leaded to their seats, which are conveniently placed together. Sitting there together, the boys watch as more and more people file into the once empty plane. They recognize a few YouTubers, whom are undoubtedly heading to the same place they are. 

When Zoe enters the plane, she looks at the pair's hands and gives them a knowing smiles. Joe follows her close behind, but he does not look at Harry, nor Louis.