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17 - Plastic Bags

Louis smiles contently at the sleeping boy who's laying his head on Lou's shoulder as they drive down a road in the middle of nowhere. 

They left New York at noon today and the plane ride was three hours long. Now, they had been in the car for two and a half more hours, and Harry had fallen asleep do to boredom. Seriously, if you looked out the window all you would see would be grass. Grass, grass, and more grass. Maybe the occasional bird. Oh, and if you look far enough, you can see the outline of some mountains. 

Luckily, they were almost to their hotel, so the drive would soon be over. They weren't driving though; they were jetlagged and tired and so they just paid someone a lot of money to drive them all the way to their hotel.

Louis decides that Harry should be getting up now, and so he puts himself to work.

"Harry... Haaarrrryyy." Louis says, poking Harry's lovely cheeks. Harry's eyes flutter, but he immediately shuts them again. "Harry. Get up." 

"Nooo." Harry moans, snuggling his face into Louis's neck. "I don't wanna."

"Well, too bad." Louis smirks as he connects his fingertips to Harry's ticklish sides. "Payback." Harry's low, joyous laugh courses through the car.

"Louis!" Harry wraps his arms around Louis so he can't tickle him anymore. That's one nice thing about being the bigger person. 

"Harry." Louis laughs. "Let me go."

"Will you tickle me?"

"Maybe." Harry squeezing Louis tighter, teasingly. "Okay! No, I won't." Louis smiles into Harry's chest. 

"Promise?"

"Promise."

And so, Harry lets Louis out of his tight embrace. Louis is about to start tickling Harry again—shock factor always helps—when the person driving says they have arrived. The pull down a dirt road, and Harry can't help but think how strange this all is. Why here? 

"Thanks for the ride, mister." Louis says as he steps out of the vehicle. His legs feel a bit like jello, after being on a plane and then in a car for about six hours straight. The driver just nods, popping the trunk. Each boy grabs their luggage before the car pulls away, tires flinging dust up at Harry and Louis as they watch the car go. 

"You know what I just thought of?" Harry says.

"No. What?"

"How are we going to get to VidCon tomorrow? We didn't rent a car."

"Don't worry about it Harry! Unlike someone I know, I like to be prepared." Louis pokes Harry's tummy. "The hotel owner already set me up with someone. The car should be here already." 

As Louis is talking to Harry, the hotel owner is walking towards them. She is a short, Japanese woman with a certain curtness to her walk. 

"Lou-weh?" She says, tapping Louis's shoulder. He whips around, then nods. "You're room is number five. I didn't know you had guest?"

"He's my poor-planning friend, but we can share a room." Louis smiles He doesn't know if this woman is homophobic, so he leaves out the boyfriend part. Harry glares playfully at Louis.

"Nonsense! Two boys sharing the same singlet room? I upgrade your room, free of charge. Take room seven instead." She says, twirling a chain of keys around until she comes across the right one. She promptly takes the key of the chain and hands it over to Louis, eyeing Harry suspiciously. "Now, I don't want to hear loud noises from room seven at night, got it?" She says, and Harry's eyes widen.