The Drive-In | l.s.

chapter 2.

time:
the healer
and
the killer.

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1:39 AM.

Crack.

That was exactly what Harry was on when he decided that following Louis into the toilets and shutting the door behind him was a great idea. Oh but don't worry, he locked it. He wouldn't want anyone unwanted to follow of course.

No Harry did not physically take any illegal substance, but he was definitely out of it.

You see, in Harry's defense, he thought Louis was leaving so when he saw him walking away he panicked and followed him. It wasn't his fault Louis' bladder decided it needed to be emptied right when Harry was about to speak.

Because Harry was going to speak to him. Of course.

He remained frozen at the door, unsure of what to do, as he heard Louis begin to take a pee. The idea of turning around and walking out somehow not crossing his mind. He was beyond flustered and felt as though he had forgotten how to breathe because oh god, he was in the same room as Louis Tomlinson.

A restroom to be exact.

He was about to check for his pulse just to make sure he was still alive when he heard the small lock sliding and the stall door being opened. Panicking, he quickly spun around and rushed out the door.

But of course, the door was locked so Harry slammed face first into the metal door.

"Ow," he cried out softly as his hands rushed up to hold his face.

"Holy shit, are you okay?" Louis asked as Harry slowly turned to face him.

You know what's worse than this exact moment? Absolutely nothing. Find me a bus, Harry thought, run me over.

Harry wanted to respond, he really did, but he was afraid he would only embarrass himself more. Or worse, cry out in pain. His beating heart, that felt as though it would thump out of his chest any second, wasn't much help either.

His nose couldn't possibly be broken from that right? Uncovering his nose, he wiggled it. Wasn't broken. But he was in pain. He winced.

Louis couldn't help but chuckle. "Here, let me see."

"No really, i'm fine." Harry managed to get out. Clearing his throat, he let his hands drop back down to his sides.

Louis simply nodded before moving to the sink to wash his hands. Harry felt nervous again. He couldn't help it. He was alone with Louis. He had even looked Harry in the eyes and held his stare with his beautiful, beaming blue eyes.

"Listen I know the whole walking thing can get pretty complicated sometimes," Louis teased as he looked at Harry through the mirror. "But if you just really put your mind to it i'm sure you'll get it."

"Right," Harry mumbled, flushing, as he hurriedly turned and pushed open the door - after actually unlocking it this time.

"Funny, I don't remember the door being locked."

Harry froze.

"Oh yeah I thought no one was in here s-so..." Harry scrambled as he searched for an excuse but to his luck, nothing came to mind.

Louis smiled at him through the mirror. "Oh."

Harry melted.

"If you would have told me from the start I would have walked out and left you to your business." Louis laughed.

Oh.

"What, No, I wasn't gonna do that."

Louis hummed in response.

"See ya." He walked past Harry, almost in slow motion. His shoulder passing by so close it almost touched him. Then he was gone.

On second thought, humiliation was not the worse thing Harry had felt that night. No, this was far more worthy of being ran over for.

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