finding louis ✈ larry stylinson

day six part one✈️

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bloody hell, i'm so damn weird. oh right, you guys are gonna freak when you read this chapter...

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day six: makeup and the horse mask

two months later... Septemeber 1st

"tomlinson, come on, we gotta plane to catch!"

"look, jake, i don't wanna go. people are going to notice me and attack me!"

"that's what i brought this--" jake, his manager, takes something from behind his back causing louis to laugh loudly.

"you expect me to wear that?" he jokes. "oh, please louis william tomlinson is so not wearing that horse head mask."

"yes louis tomlinson is! now put a sock in it and shove it on your head. the plane is waiting for us,"

being the world's most famous football player, louis tomlinson is always on the run. traveling everywhere and meeting fans at every point. they just love him so much which he doesn't mind of course. louis chuckles loudly, putting the horse head over his face as the crisp air of doncaster nearly winds open his favourite light blue jean jacket. jake laughs and drags louis by his left bicep to the blue and red american airlines plane. the pilot greets them both with smiles, knowing that louis is the one wearing the horse mask to cover up his identity so the people on the plane don't attack him with autographs and pictures and possibly throwing objects.

meanwhile, on the same exact plane, further in the back, harry and niall are bickering side by side about who's going to check in their luggage and who's picking the room once they land in new york, america.

"harry! i want to check us in!" niall whines, putting a pout on his lips but harry just shrugs with a smirk.

"let's be honest, you and me both that i'm the most responsible here,"

"oh, don't get your tight skinnies yet large dïck in a twist, styles,"

harry huffs and stuffs his earphones back into his ears, completely blocking out niall's nagging and whines. it's been two months since they decided to take a break from finding louis and focus on their lives and zayn being in the hospital still recovering from his injuries. they never found who jumped him but zayn decided to drop whatever charges there were considering that agents and police already has enough on their plates. taylor was nice enough to agree with niall's plan about getting them tickets to america to adventure further and of course, though her and niall aren't exactly on the same terms, she still offered to help only on harry's side.

harry closes his eyes and leans against the window as the beat of 'you found me' by the fray slowly enters his ears. he feels like his body is lighting up with flames of happiness as the beat increases and the lyrics start to pour itself in. it was like when he was younger; always pretending he was the main character in a sad movie as a sad song plays in the background when he looks out the backseat window, drinking in the surroundings carefully. it was like he was on top the world, finally able to be free without judgment and all he needed left was his lovely lover or soulmate in this case, besides him, smiling widely as if nothing can stop them from loving each oh so dearly.

although right now, everything is new to him, he knew that if someone was willing to support him for the rest of his life, he would always feel strong and alive.