Louis had been walking around aimlessly for almost two hours now and he was actually getting quite bored and rather cold but he thought he should give Leah some space.
Louis slumped down on a bench, across the road from various shops and about 3 different pubs. He sat just watching the people walk past and go in and out of the different shops, which sounds rather creepy but Louis found it quite interesting.
As he was drifting in and out of different day dreams, something caught his eye.
Harry?
No, it couldn't be, he was probably just over-tired and seeing things. This wasn't uncommon for Louis as he didn't exactly have the best sleeping pattern ever.
The curly haired man across the road awkwardly scurried into the pub, closing the door behind him. Louis was sure that was Harry!
He stood up off the bench, scratching the back of his head in confusion. There was only one way to make sure he wasn't going completely insane, he had to go in the pub and see for himself.
Brushing himself off as he stood up off the bench, he walked across the road and into a big crowd of people. They were all walking different ways, crashing Louis into loads of different people causing him to have to apologize for standing on people every few seconds. Eventually he found his way to the door of the pub. He opened it and was instantly hit by the smell of alcohol and deep fried chips.
This was probably the first time Louis had been in a pub for over a year and to be honest, he missed the buzz of it.
Instantly, someone came over to him, asking for a picture and telling him how well he played at the game. Louis new this was bullshit because he played the worst he had ever done but he thanked the boy, smiling, before walking away. He scanned the room slowly, looking for Harry.
Louis didn't even know what he was doing. Why did he even care if it was Harry or not? Harry was allowed to come to the pub without being stalked by some randomer he'd just met the previous night.
Suddenly, Louis spotted Harry by the bar, typing away on his phone. Louis smiled to himself and took a deep breath as he walked towards him.
He was now right behind Harry who was still tapping away at his phone.
Louis cleared his throat quietly, which made Harry jump back slightly and look up at the smaller lad who was stood right behind him.
"Louis?" Harry said as more of a question.
"Yeah also known as the guy you spoke to at 3am last night." Louis felt himself going red in the cheeks which made Harry laugh to himself.
Harry couldn't think of anything to say back. Did Louis think Harry wouldn't remember who he was? Of course he would remember, he'd been a massive fan ever since he joined the club a year ago.
"What are you doing here?" Louis asked, sitting down on the stool located at the bar.
"Me and Niall, the other security guard, always come here on Sundays. I'm just waiting for him to finish work which will probably be in an hour. What about you? I've never seen you around here before?" Harry was now rambling but he couldn't stop the words trembling out of his mouth.
"Oh, um, I was just passing.." Louis replied, covering up the fact that the only reason he was in te pub was because he saw Harry come in.
"Do you want a drink?" Harry asked, shyly.
"I'll just have one.." Louis replied, thanking Harry.
While Harry was talking to the bartender, Louis couldn't help but stare at Harry. As the words came out of his mouth, Louis found his eyes glued to his lips, finding them mesmerizing.
