“It’s cold,” Harry whines, tugging at his shirt sleeves in an attempt to warm himself up, although he knows that stretching them will ultimately do nothing.
“Well, what do you expect me to do about it? I’m not Mother Nature,” Eloise grumbles in reply, wrapping her arms tighter around her body. “Why did you pick New York over all the other vacation spots? We could’ve gone to California or Hawaii.”
“I was sick of the warm weather,” Harry says. He drags his feet and watches them as he moves along, hiding his face from the harsh wind.
“We live in fricking Florida, Harry. How did you expect us to be prepared for this weather?”
He sighs, holding open the entrance door of their hotel for Eloise. A cold front had swept in overnight, shocking the two when they first stepped outside that morning. They don’t sell heavy jackets in Florida, so all they have are multiple sweatshirts and long sleeve shirts. To say the pair looked absolutely ridiculous walking around earlier in the day with three hoodies on would be an understatement, especially to the locals.
Because of the weather, Harry and Eloise haven’t done much today. They went to the see the Statue of Liberty like true tourists and then caught the subway, ending up near the American Girl Doll store, which Eloise physically dragged Harry into because oh my God, her childhood.
Harry’s phone buzzes as he steps out of the elevator. He glances at it while they walk down the hallway to their room (it’s from Louis, surprise surprise) and feels his heart swell with happiness and love.
“I wonder if you would have still met Louis later on in life if we ended up having gone somewhere else,” Eloise says, plopping down on the pullout couch and munching on one of the snacks Harry had purchased the day before. Eloise thinks it’s actually quite awful. Of all the snacks Harry could have gotten, he chose for one of them to be yogurt covered raisins.
He shrugs and takes a seat beside her, wrapping around them the cheap blanket that hotels always seem to have for pullout couches. “The world works in mysterious ways.”
“No, the world doesn’t work in mysterious ways. Fate does.” She scoots closer to him and practically blows out his ear drum when she yells, “Did you hear that? Fate. Fate, Harry. Louis is your soulmate, okay? Can you get that through your thick skull already?”
“ ‘s not fate.” Harry blushes and adverts his gaze from Eloise to his legs (he’s sitting criss cross, cute little bugger) His receives another text from Louis and jumps for it, ignoring Eloise’s smirk.
“If you two aren’t dating by the end of this trip, I’m going to fling myself off of a cliff, I swear. I ship it so hard.”
Harry’s face pales at what he reads. “Uh, hey Ellie?”
“Hmm?” she replies, tilting her head back and pouring some of those nasty raisins into her mouth.
“Louis w-wants to know if he could come hang out with us this weekend, m-maybe?”
Eloise starts choking on those stupid raisins, bits of them spewing everywhere while Harry looks on with a mixture of disgust and worry. Worry about this upcoming weekend, not Eloise.
“Holy crap, are you serious?” Harry nods, biting on his fingernail. “Tell him yes right now, Harry! Do you understand me? This second, now!”
“Are you sur-“
“Harry, get your head out of your ass and tell him yes!”
And so Harry does. Then he freaks out because Louis is coming in three days and staying all weekend!
And if Louis has his bags all packed before he goes to sleep that night, well then who are we to judge?
A/N: Because this isn't even 1,000 words, I'll probably have another chapter up later today :) Thoughts?
Dedicated to @Stylinsomethings for being pretty rad.
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Soulmate Search // larry
Fanfiction"Sometimes you have to go to extreme measures for love and if I have to search the world for mine, don't think that I won't do it." Ever since Harry was small he's been dreaming about his future, or more specifically, his spouse. He has always wonde...
