Roadtrip

New York- 1

Louis buckled his belt and sat up straight when the captain finally announced that they were about to land. He had just survived an almost eight-hour flight from London to New York. It was his first time flying and he couldn't be more excited.

He had saved for this journey for years. Taking every low-paid job he could find so he one day would be able to fulfill his dream; to drive from New York to Los Angeles. He had spent hours planning the trip, mapping out his way through America and all the things he wanted to see on his way.

The day had finally arrived when he had saved enough money for everything he needed. He of course had to sleep in cheap motels on the way and eat inexpensive food. He was on a tight budget. Just the plane tickets and car rental cost a small fortune but it would hopefully be worth it!

It would have been cheaper if he traveled with someone and split the costs for gas, car, and motels but he didn't really have someone in his life that wanted to go with him. He wouldn't let that stop him!

The plane touched the ground and Louis waited until they were told to leave the plane before he got up and headed towards the exit. He was buzzing with excitement.

He waited for his suitcase to arrive and grabbed it and headed outside to find a bus into the city. A taxi would have been easier but more expensive. He found the right bus and paid for his ticket and sat down.

He had booked a motel in the city and was planning on spending five days in New York before he picked up his rental car and started his road trip. He had all the important things in a small backpack. Credit card, phone, computer, and travel plans. He had exchanged a small amount of money in London so he would be able to take the bus and subway to his motel. He had planned everything meticulously.

What he didn't reckon with was that he would get robbed first thing. As soon as he got out from the train and got outside from the subway someone grabbed his backpack. He yelled out in surprise and tried to hold on to it but the punk kicked him hard in the leg and pulled the backpack off him so hard that the belting surely would leave marks for days. Louis fell to the ground and screamed at the young man to please give him his backpack but he could only watch him run away with all of his necessary things. Louis could feel the tears prick behind his eyes while he tried to stand up.

"Oh, my God! Are you okay?" someone asked and came running up to him.

A hand came to help him stand up and Louis took it after a short hesitation. He got up and brushed the dirt from his trousers. He hadn't looked at the man beside him yet.
"Are you okay? Can I help you in any way? What do you need?" the man spoke again. Louis realized he had a British accent.

He finally looked up to face the man and his eyes grew wide from shock.
"Holy shit! You're Harry Styles!"

"Ehm, yeah." Harry answered uncomfortably and looked around to make sure no one had heard that outburst. He didn't want to be surrounded by fans or paparazzi. He had been on his way home from the gym when he saw what happened to the young man across the street.

Louis collected himself.
"Ehm, I'm okay but I'm fucked!"

Harry raised his eyebrows in amusement from that statement and Louis' cheeks turned pink.
"I mean, fuck, he just stole my phone, laptop, and credit card. I've been in this country for like an hour now and I'm screwed already! Fuck!"

"I'm so sorry that happened to you. First thing first; are you hurt? Do I need to take you to a hospital?" Harry asked in concern.

Louis stretched his leg.
"No, I'm okay I think. Nothing's broken."

It finally hit him what this meant. That punk could empty his account right now. He needed to cancel his credit card.
"Shit! I need to find a bank, my bank, or a computer or..." He was getting hysterical.

Harry put a hand on his shoulder.
"Hey, breathe! I can help you with that. Come on, I live five minutes from here. You can borrow my computer and phone to sort that out. Okay?"

Harry smiled sweetly and Louis stared at him in disbelief.
"What? No, I can't let you do that. Why would you offer that? I can be a serial killer!"

Harry let out a surprised laugh.
"Are you?"

Louis' eyes grew wide again.
"No!"

"Good, come on then, let me help you, from one Englishman to another." Harry grinned.

"That's really nice of you, Harry. Are you sure? I mean, you're like famous." Louis said and bit his lower lip. God, he was so embarrassing.

Harry rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, well, I'm a human being as well. No big deal. You need help and I can help you but I would like to get going now. I don't want to be recognized."

"Oh, of course. I'm sorry! You're a lifesaver. I'll take you up on your offer and then I'll get out of your way." Louis blushed and grabbed his suitcase.

They started to walk and Louis was limping badly. Harry looked at him with furrowed eyebrows.
"Are you sure nothing's broken?"

"Yeah, no biggie. I've had worse injuries playing football." Louis smirked and continued to limp.

Harry sighed.
"Come on, lean on me."

He put his arm around Louis' waist to help him walk. Louis blushed but supported himself with a hand on Harry's shoulder. This was so fucking unreal. Harry Fucking Styles, the big popstar was his knight in shining armor. No one would believe him if he told them.

They walked in silence for a couple of minutes until Harry cleared his voice.
"So, ehm, do you have a name stranger?"

Louis immediately turned his head to face Harry and stopped walking.
"Fuck, I'm sorry. I have no manners. I'm Louis Tomlinson."

Harry gave him a huge smile, showing off both dimples and Louis grunted internally. Harry was gorgeous.
"Hi Louis, I'm Harry Styles."

Louis couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, I know that."

"But you didn't let me introduce myself." Harry winked.

Was he always this charming? Bloody hell! Louis' heart beat really fast.

Harry stopped at a tall building.
"We're here. Oh, and Louis?" Harry turned to look Louis straight in the eyes and Louis gulped.

"Yeah?" he asked with a shaky voice. The effect this man had on him. Was he turning into a hardcore fangirl?

"I would really, really appreciate it if you didn't tell anyone, especially not the press, where I live, or that I helped you out. I'm taking a huge risk here." Harry sighed and stared into Louis' eyes intensely.

Wow! His eyes were so green. Beautiful. Louis got really lost.
"Louis?"

"What? Right! Of course not! I won't tell a living soul. Promise!" Louis finally answered, trying to sound as sincere as possible.

Harry searched his face and seemed to believe him. Louis let out a breath he had been holding when Harry finally looked away and found his keys. No wonder Harry was popular with the ladies. Geez, Louis was weak in the knees from just one look.