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After he finished with the toilet he flushed and went to wash his hands. When he was done lathering and rinsing he couldn't help but notice he was still naked and that he left his towel somewhere. He looked in all of the stalls, next to the sink, on the floor etc. But ended up empty handed. He was naked and lost his towel in a public bathroom...

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Niall was getting worried, Harry hasn't come out of the bathroom for quite some time. Sure the ladies distracted him but he was sure Harry's been gone.

Suddenly the men's bathroom door opened to reveal Harry wearing a lovely white paper towel dress with one slash over his shoulder.

Niall got up from his seat and walked over to Harry, his mancure done already.

"Mate, what the hell are you wearing" Niall asked in disbelief.

"Lost my towel"

Harry shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world. Obviously it wasn't but Niall didn't question him further. Knowing Harry, it'd be the most weirdest experience ever and he wasn't in the mood to hear how his best mate lost his towel.

"Harry. I would ask but I'm afraid of the answer. Also, I have to ask if you want your hair washed. I'll give you five dollars if you say no-"

"Of corse I would like my hair washed by you, Lou" Harry cheered as Louis glared at him.

***

Later that night Harry got Louis' number, how? I'm not entirely sure. Nonetheless, he did and called.

The two had late night conversations consisting of nothing and everything.

Harry would call every morning and night just to say, "Morning, Lou" and, "Beautiful night, huh?".

Louis would respond with, "Whatever" or, "Its too dark to see anything" but always had a smile.

Harry didn't know of corse. He didn't know if Louis put down the phone while he rambled about how high school used to be or if he actually listened but he did.

He'd smile while Harry's voice beamed with excitement when he talked about how he used to love to put tape on Mrs.C's desk but how she never knew who did it. Or the time when he blew spit balls at the mean old janitor who had a mole on his bald spot.

Louis just never got annoyed. Not once did he speak in fear that Harry would stop talking or laughing at his own corny jokes. Not once did he tell Harry that anything he said was 'stupid' because in all honesty, Louis thought the curly haired boy was the most interesting person he's ever met.

Louis would tell Harry about the time he 'accidently' put on his Mum's dresses as he was seven. He used to love to put on make up.

Harry told Louis told everything thing. Well, almost everything.

The two were close. They grew even more close. It started as quiet breathing on the phone to long eight hour conversations. Then they started spending time out at parks, movie theaters, ice cream parlors and the old abandoned house on fifth street.

They were both quiet face to face in fear that the other would get annoyed or get up and walk away.

Harry ordered their ice creams and sat next to Louis on the old rusty red bench that no one but them sat on.

Harry glanced at Louis. Louis then turned to look at Harry. Both with blank expressions. Both wanting to talk but the words never came.

"Order 57!".