ocean eyes [ l.s ]

~5~

Niall was ready, waiting at the door while Harry still stood in front of his wardrobe, wearing only boxers, socks and a beanie.

"You're not going on a date. Just wear some trackies or something. Let's gooo." Niall urged impatiently, stomping his foot like a child.

Harry sighed in frustration. He decided to wear chucks, black skinny jeans, a rolling stones t-shirt and a checkered shirt over it.

"You'll get hypothermia. Stop being pretty. We live in the UK, it'll probably rain at some point of the night."

"Okay, yes mother. I'm almost done." Harry said, grabbing a coat and shoving his phone in his pocket.

As soon as Harry was ready, Niall just bolted. Harry cussed under his breath and started running after him.

"I call shotgun!" Niall yelled as soon as they reached the parking lot. Harry followed right behind just cause he wanted to be in the same car with Niall.

It seemed like the group at the parking lot separated into two smaller groups, both darting in different directions.

Zayn and Gigi ran behind a well built guy towards a black car. Harry couldn't see more, cause he was too busy trying to not fall over his own uncoordinated legs.

Niall and Eleanor were running behind Louis towards a red car.

Of course Harry would end up in Louis' car.

Niall darted past Eleanor and managed to touch the passenger's side just seconds before her.

"Ha! I win, in your face! Enjoy the backseat."

Eleanor huffed and took a seat behind the driver's seat, crossing her arms at her chest and pouting. Harry climbed into the small car, sitting behind Niall. His long legs were bent at the knees, touching the back of Niall's seat.

"Oi, scoot over." Harry complained, nudging Niall's back with his knees.

"Hey, not my fault this car is made for small people only." Niall said, moving the chair forward just a little.

"You can always go and sit at the back of Liam's car." Louis said, shooting a glare in Niall's direction.

"Never mind, this car's great. Can I use the aux?"

"God no," Louis grimaced and connected his own phone with the aux.

Eleanor giggled at their interaction while Harry just admired Louis up close.

Louis was wearing a white t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a little, black skinny jeans and old-school vans. His skin was flawlessly smooth and tan, his eyelashes so long they were almost touching his cheekbones. There was a hint of stubble on his face. His arms were strong and there was a buck and heart tattoo on his right biceps. His caramel brown hair was styled into a careful mess.

"Harry..." Eleanor whispered. "You're gawking. Stop it." She shook her head in disbelief.

Harry's face turned crimson. He shot a quick glance in the rearview mirror, his eyes meeting Louis' eyes, making him blush even more and he turned his head away. He looked outside his window for the rest of the ride, admiring the beautiful landscape instead, too afraid to meet Louis' eyes again.

**

It wasn't a long ride to Blackpool. Louis pulled into the parking lot of a pub and parked the car. They all got out, waiting for the others to get there. Eleanor sent Gigi the location.

Louis leaned against the hood of his car and lit a cigarette.
"So, Harry. You came to the practice today." he said, taking a deep drag and blowing out a cloud of smoke.