Illusion

Chapter 13 : Reunions, Elevators And Treasured Moments

Author's Note:

In this chapter Dea and Louis speak Romanian. Translations are below. If they're wrong you can blame my bestie Dea who the character is based and named after ad she is actually Romanian haha.

As always hope you all enjoy.

All the love

Z x

Mi-a fost dor de tine : I missed you

Si mie mi-a fost dor de tine : I missed you too

Te iubesc : I love you

Si eu te iubesc : I love you too

It was past noon when Louis, Harry, Niall and Lottie finally left the house, Harry dragging Louis along behind him as his long legs carried him swiftly up the street. He'd spent the last hour sulking around the house yelling at the others to get a move on as they slowly assembled themselves.

Of course, Harry had been ready hours ago and he'd grown impatient waiting for the other three, far too excited about the surprise that Louis had planned for him. The air was cold as it blew in from the bay, howling up the streets around them and their thick jackets, warm scarves and beanies were doing little to ward off its sharp sting.

Harry had chosen to wear Louis’ bright orange beanie for their outing, claiming it was his favourite, throwing on square shaped dark sunglasses to complete his look. Louis had given him a knowing look, Lottie and Niall looking on with horrified expressions at his outlandish choice of headwear. After a few ‘oompa loompa’ remarks and the poking of tongues like the mature adults they were, they'd finally decided to make a start.

It wasn't until Harry reached the end of the street, Louis jogging along at his side, that he realised he didn't have the slightest idea in which direction he should be heading. Louis laughed as he realised why Harry had come to a sudden stop and guided him up a street to their right, now walking at a normal pace hand in hand, Lottie and Niall walking arm in arm behind them.

Louis was happy to note that despite the fact it was cold, the weather was perfect and he knew that it couldn't have turned out better for what he had planned. He'd wanted to show Harry around the city, let him take in all the sights and sounds that were so synonymous with it but wasn't sure how he was supposed to do that without attracting the unwanted attention of the paparazzi and subsequent fans. They were honestly better than the FBI when it came to tracking Harry and Louis’ movements, and he wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. At least Louis knew if anything untoward ever happened to them, it wouldn't be long before someone noticed their absence.

So, with screaming fans and paparazzi in mind, he'd searched and searched and searched for something he could do for Harry that would be special, something that they could share together and with their friends that Harry would never forget and finally, after weeks of searching, the idea had finally hit him. Louis had silently berated himself for not thinking of it sooner, but it was perfect and had become the top priority on his to-do list.

Louis had decided, whilst planning Harry's surprise, that the best way to fully immerse him into Melbournian culture would be to give him the full experience. So instead of taking his car and paying exuberant parking fees when they got there, he'd decided that they'd all take the train instead. Harry, of course, was over the moon to hear this, especially at the prospect of getting his very own Myki Card.

Louis assured him that a small, grey, rectangular card was nothing to write home about but to Harry, it meant the world. It meant that, for at least that moment, he was just Harry and not ‘The Harry Styles’. Just a normal guy in his 20s, taking the train into the city with his amazing boyfriend and wonderful friends to enjoy the day together.