who's gonna save us tonight (l.s.)

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A/N: Bit of a filler here, but very, VERY essential, plot-wise. And I'd say it's pretty cute as well, so, check it out please and leave your thoughts!! <3 <3

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Bzzzzzz.

Louis cracks his eyes open a tiny bit, flinching at the light burning into his room through the window. He groans angrily, feeling his pillow buzz beneath his head. He's going to murder whoever's calling, he's going to absolutely -- 

Bzzzzzz.

He lets out a strangled squeak of frustration, frantically grabbing around under his pillow in an attempt to find his phone.

Bzzzzzz.

His fingers come into contact with solid, heavy material, and he sighs in relief, pulling his phone out from beneath his pillow and holding it up to his face. He's about ready to fucking catapult the fucking phone through that god damn window, after which he will promptly bury himself so deep into his comforter that no one will ever be able to find him again. 

Louis blinks tiredly at the screen, eyes locked on the name flashing on it in bright white -- but then, his brain makes the final connection and everything sinks in and he squeals in nervousness this time, as opposed to anger. 

He quickly swipes open the phone and holds it up to his hear. "Hello?"

"Louis!" Harry's voice answers him happily. It's echoing in a strange way in which it seems as though he's on speakerphone, and that makes Louis suspicious. 

"Hi Haz," he says warily in response, and Louis hears lots of movement and shuffling in response. If that's Nick, he's going to fucking hang up the phone. 

"Haz? What's that noise?"

"Oh, sorry Lou, it's my car! I'm driving over to your house right now!"

Louis sits bolt upright. "What?! Why?!"

"Because you wanted to hang out after school yesterday, remember? But I had plans with Nick. So I decided, we should hang out today!"

"What makes you think I don't have plans?!" Louis nearly screeches, and Harry laughs. "Louis, we all know that you reserve Saturdays for 'Louis Time.' And by 'we all,' I mean me. And by 'Louis Time,' I mean you sitting around your house with pizza, Chinese takeout, and Netflix."

"Louis Time is sacred! You don't interrupt Louis Time! Those are as good plans as any, I'd say."

Harry laughs again. "I'll be there in five. Get dressed, I know you're probably still in bed right now."

Louis' heart flutters. See? They know fucking everything about each other. It's ridiculous. 

Harry then hangs up, and Louis groans, tossing the phone onto his mattress. He had been planning to tell Harry that he'd never gotten over him, that he still has feelings for him, when they were to hang out yesterday. This, though -- this is an ambush. Louis can't possibly tell him today.

 But even so, Louis smiles to himself. Today, he'll have Harry all to himself.

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"So, I was thinking about calling Nick to meet up with us after lunch, if that's alright with you?"

Today, Louis does not have Harry all to himself.

They're currently sitting in a cafe, in an adorable terrace area set up overlooking the beach. They can see the pier from where they're sitting, and every time he sees that pier, Louis fondly thinks about the days he'd come here with his mother, holding her hand and begging her for ice cream, and running around to try and scare as many pigeons as possible.