Roadtrip

Chicago-2

Chicago was as exciting as Louis had visioned it to be. They spent the morning at the Navy Pier, riding carousels and having lunch. Harry won him a stuffed animal and Louis's smile was brighter than the sun. Unfortunately, some of Harry's fans recognized him and Louis stayed in the shadows while Harry posed for pictures and wrote autographs. They hurried off as soon as Harry could pull himself away from the screaming fans. It was a wake-up call for Louis. He never thought about the fact that Harry was a famous singer, he was just Harry, the boy he really liked.

They had decided to go on a Chicago Crime Night tour to learn more about the glory days for the mafia. Until then they just walked around in the city, enjoying each other's company. Harry hid underneath a baseball cap and some sunglasses. Not a solid disguise but it luckily worked. His smile grew wide when they came to a Gucci store.
"Come on Lou! Let's dress up properly for tonight." He said with sparkling eyes.

Louis rolled his.
"I know that you are rich and famous Harry but I'm not. A Gucci suit? Come on!"

Harry pouted his lower lip.
"Please let me buy you one."

Louis's eyes grew wide.
"Absolutely not! You're not my sugar daddy!"

Harry leaned in closer.
"I don't really know what that means but it sounds dirty."

Louis blushed and pushed him away.
"Hazza!"

"Hazza? Not Daddy? Fine. Let me buy you a suit now. It's not a big deal. Pretty please! I want to dress up like a gangster! Humor me!" Harry pouted and gave Louis puppy eyes.

Louis caved in.
"Fine, just this once. Stop being so damn cute!" He huffed.

"You think I'm cute?" Harry grinned and Louis put out his tongue instead of answering. Harry laughed.

They walked into the shop and spent a fair amount of time and money there. Harry made Louis try on a lot of different suits and Louis actually enjoyed it. Harry looked good in everything he tried on but they finally settled for classic black suits with a lot of help from the salesclerk. Louis's eyes grew wide when he saw the pricetags but Harry just shrugged it off.
"Don't worry about it, Lou."

When they stepped out of the shop they were both dressed in black suits, white button-up shirts, vests, ties, and black dress shoes. Harry had also bought them hats to get that 20's look.
Harry gazed at Louis and grunted.
"I didn't think this through. You're so fucking sexy Lou. How am I suppose to keep my hands off you?"

Louis smirked.
"Yeah? So are you by the way. What are you gonna do about this little problem?"

Harry leaned in and brushed his lips against Louis's ear.
"I'm gonna fuck your brains out when we get back to the hotel. Until then I'm gonna keep it in my pants."

Louis let out a breathy whimper and swallowed loudly. He was sporting a semi already. Harry noticed and smirked.
"How can someone with such an angelic face have such a dirty mouth?" Louis huffed.

Harry let out a loud laugh and quickly covered his mouth.
"Angelic? You're really generous with the compliments today, aren't you? You're such a sweetheart Lou."

Harry fired a dimpled smile at him and Louis felt like he was having a heart attack, at least. Harry should come with a warning sign.

They headed down the street in search of the company that offered the Chicago Crime night Tour. They walked for half an hour until they finally arrived but realized they still were almost two hours early. They looked around and saw an Italian place down the street and decided to eat a spontaneous dinner.

The waiter that greeted them made big eyes at their outfits but collected himself and gave them a welcoming smile and followed them to a table in the back. They decided to cut loose today and ordered wine for their pasta meal. They had a lovely time as always, talking and flirting throughout the meal.

"So you're not sick of me yet?" Louis suddenly asked.

"What? No! Why? Are you sick of me?" Harry answered surprised.

Louis's cheeks turned a bit rosy and he smiled and reached for his wineglass.
"To be honest, I don't think I could ever get sick of you. I like you."

Harry smiled fondly.
"I like you too Louis. I've never felt this comfortable in anyone's company before. I feel like I can be myself, and I don't have to worry that anything I say gets out to the press. What I'm trying to say is that I trust you Louis and it's so refreshing to be able to be just me, you know?"

"Thanks, Harry. That means a lot!" Louis beamed.

They paid for their meals and headed back for their tour. They got on the bus and paid and spent two incredible hours learning about Al Capone, Untouchables, Chicago Mob, John Dillinger, The Lady in Red, Captain George Streeter, Frank "The Enforcer" Nitti, Bugs Moran, Johnny Torrio, and many more.

They had an amazing time checking out historical and architectural landmarks and got to play out crime scenes like Biograph Theatre, Holy Name Cathedral, and St. Valentine's Day Massacre, one of Chicago's most famous crime places. Their suits came in handy. The bus drove them to the criminal old places like the Gold coast, the old Town, Loop, and Magnificent Mile. They took a lot of pictures including some of each other. The tour ended with a walk John Dillinger and Hymie Weiss did just before they died.

They stopped at a cocktail bar that looked like it was from the roaming '20s and they had a couple of drinks before they finally headed back to their hotel. As soon as they came inside their room Harry spun Louis around and pinned him against the wall to, later on, fuck his brains out as he had promised.