AU where Harry truly believes in Destiny and Louis just happens to cross his path at the right moment. Featuring a world with the size of a stamp, Liam as the best friend ever, Niall as a social butterfly who knows everyone and Zayn who always knows...
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Louis wants to scream.
He has never been that kind of person who lets his feelings take control. He's more of a rational bloke who hides a lot in witty and sarcastic comments, but right now he wishes he could throw something. Maybe that pint Niall is still holding, or that boomerang hanging on the wall – that would be fine. He wants to break something because otherwise he doesn't know how to keep a straight expression.
"Hi, Louis, how are you?"
Or maybe he doesn't have to. Maybe he can just scream until that stupid, goofy and relaxed smile vanishes from Harry's face. Yes, Harry, as in New-York-Harry. As in fucking-destiny-will-bring-us-together-again-Harry. As in Niall's-best-friend-Harry. To be honest, Louis wouldn't have considered this last description if his Irish friend hadn't eloquently coughed just a second ago.
"You two know each other?" he asks, because Niall is not stupid and goes straight to the point. Louis looks at him, eyebrows raised, and he's about to make a comment when Harry speaks. He doesn't seem taken aback as Louis, not at all.
"Yes. He's the bloke I met in New York," he says and Louis subconsciously smiles. Harry told Niall, his best friend, about their meeting. Well, he told Liam and Stan, he guesses it's kind of the same thing. Still, it's nice to know.
"Oh," Niall's expression brightens, probably remembering a conversation he had with Harry. "Wait, does that mean Louis is the destiny man?"
He sounds incredulous and, well, Louis can't blame him. The whole situation is so weird. 'The destiny man', Niall called him.
"Wait, what?" he says, because that's the strangest nickname he's ever got. His words, though, are covered by Harry's indignant reply.
"Niall! " he simply says, and judging by his red cheeks and the way he seems about to dig holes into Niall with his gaze, Louis thinks their mutual friend wasn't supposed to reveal that.
"Sorry, sorry!" Niall raises his free hand. "I didn't mean to reveal your dirty secrets, Haz. It's weird, though, isn't it? You two meeting in New York, then Louis meeting me here. I mean, I've hung out with Lou for this whole month and you never realised I knew both of you?"
"You didn't mention him," Harry says, shrugging. "You always talked about Liam and his friend. How was I supposed to know it was Louis?"
"You really are shit with names, Nialler," Louis adds. "You never ever told me your friend's name. What was I supposed to do if you suddenly felt sick in my flat? Common sense would tell me to call the person who lives with you, but hey, I didn't know his name! I don't think his number is saved under the name 'housemate', is it? I probably could have left you on the pavement or something."
