Louis. Louis Louis Louis Louis.
The only thought Harry can process right now is Louis. One million times over, the one simple word, Louis. He would be here in a short ninety minutes and Harry is sure that he is going to go into cardiac arrest or something.
Louis is coming! He can hug Louis and boop his cute little nose and cuddle and tease him and. Just. Louis.
They’ve started talking again, nonstop, just like before. It’s as if Harry has completely forgotten about Jo. He talks to Louis as if his life depends on it, his eyes flicking towards his phone every two seconds to make sure he doesn't miss it when Louis responds. And Harry can tell that Louis is suppressing a huge amount of giddiness. And Eloise can tell that Harry is losing his mind. And Harry can tell that Eloise is being as annoying as ever, smirking from her spot on the bed.
Really though, Eloise is beyond happy that Jo seems to have disappeared and hopefully won’t be reappearing.
Harry doesn’t know what to do with himself. He’s tried sitting and watching television, but he’s too antsy to stay still. So, he tried pacing, but Eloise threw a pillow at him and told him to knock it off.
So now he’s just walking up and down the hallway.
Louis, Louis, Louis, Louis. Ten more minutes and then Louis.
He’s finding it hard to breathe, his chest feels too tight, like his rib cage is pushing down on his lungs and constricting his air. His heart is practically jumping out of his body and he’s pretty sure the entire world can hear it beating. Harry’s shaking. He’s shaking horribly and can’t stop.
He might just throw up. The hotel staff will never be able to get it out of the carpet. It will stay there forever as a reminder of the day Louis and Harry met, maybe not for the first time, but it’s the first time that meeting really matters to either of them.
Cutie Louis: I’m pulling up outside of the hotel.
Harry screams.
He actually screams, like a super fangirl seeing their idol. He screams so loud that multiple doors down the hall open, people sticking their heads out to make sure no one is being murdered. Harry blushes, waves at them, and flips off Eloise when she steps out of the room, holding her stomach and trying to stop laughing.
Cutie Louis: aofhoaogh I’m heading towards the lobby, Harry Beary! Where are you??
“Eloise!” Harry screams once again, lunging at his friend and dragging her to the elevator. He hits at the button with the little down arrow about a thousand times before Eloise smacks him. He’s such a child sometimes.
“He’s in the lobby, Ellie! The lobby! I’m just so.. arghhh!” Harry is bouncing on the balls of his feet and trying extremely hard not to pass out, hit his head on the door of the elevator, and possibly die.
The ride to the lobby takes far too long. His Louis is waiting for him and this stupid thing is moving as slow as possible. Harry’s actually pretty sure it’s doing it on purpose.
And then, well, then he hears the small ding and the doors slide open. Harry tosses his phone at Eloise, who catches it and opens the camera, immediately beginning to film. Because Harry is cheesy as shit and just has to have a video of him hugging Louis, and holy crap, he’s about to hug Louis.
Harry doesn’t know where to look or what to do with his clumsy feet. The lobby of the hotel is too big and he can’t find Louis anywhere. He lets out a sad whimper, searching frantically, but having no luck. He’s about to cry.
“Harry!”
He whips around so fast he’s positive he got whiplash, but he doesn’t care, because there’s Louis. There’s Louis with his cute glasses perched on the tip of his nose, a grin so wide and his eyes all crinkly. So crinkly they don’t even look open and his brown hair is swooped to the side, seeming incredibly soft. He’s wearing the sweater, too. The oversized blue sweater with sleeves that stretch to the tips of his fingertips and black jeans that are almost as tight as Harry’s.
And he just looks so damn cute.
And Harry’s feet start moving before, it seems, his mind tells them to. He’s running with arms spread wide and Louis is running through the hallway between the two front doors, and then through the door, and then into Harry’s waiting arms.
They smack into each other with such a force that they stumble backwards a bit, and keep stumbling in a circle, laughing and gasping and crying out ‘oh my God!’ Louis’ body molds perfectly to Harry’s, at least that’s what they think, and they hold on to each other tighter than anything. Harry has his head buried in the crook of Louis’ neck and Louis has a fistful of Harry’s shirt in his grasp, his nose rubbing at Harry’s chest, trying to get closer.
The other guests are staring at them, but the two could care less. Eloise is holding back a squeal so as not to get it in the video, and if she weren’t recording she would definitely be jumping up and down because if that wasn’t the cutest thing she will ever see in life, she doesn’t know what will be.
Except maybe their future children.
“Hi,” Harry breathes out. Louis says something back, but the sound is muffled by Harry’s shirt as he nuzzles even closer to Harry (which doesn’t seem possible at this point, yet Louis manages to do it).
Harry’s a full head taller. A full head taller than his little baby Louis.
That’s when it fully hits Harry. Louis Tomlinson is in his arms. He is hugging Louis Tomlinson. After only talking for a week, he’s hugging him. And, yeah, it only has been a week of talking, but he feels as if he’s known Louis so much longer, as if they’ve known each other since their diaper days.
But holding him then, holding ‘cutie Louis’ at that moment. Well, nothing has ever felt so right.
A/N: Eloise is so larry af it's unreal.
So, I know I said I wasn't going to update today, but I haven't updated in two days and what I was supposed to do today was cancelled. Hope you don't mind a little random update.
I think that I'm going to start updating every other day instead of every day because it's getting a bit difficult to keep doing so. Oh, and I split this into two parts because I don't have enough time to write it all out now and it will also work out better this way.
Harry and Louis met (again, but)! I don't know about you all, but I thought that was cute af.
Dedicated to Lyndsay because she's awesome cx hii lyndsay!
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