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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The fact is Louis is always late. He tries to be on time, he really does, but there's always something going wrong and he can't do anything to help that. For example, tonight there was the problem of not having anything to wear for the occasion.
So, when he violated at least a dozen street rules to arrive almost on time and didn't find Harry waiting for him, he felt a bit disappointed. Harry is probably more of a laggard than he is, after all. No problem with that but, after five minutes standing there like an idiot, Louis is about to grab his phone and call Harry to know where the hell he is gone, when he spots the bloke coming towards him. He's wearing a white shirt, his usual black skinny jeans, brown shoes and his hair is flawless. It looks like he spent hours getting ready for the night, who knows his routine when he goes on a date. Louis, on the other hand... jeans, red t-shirt, Vans on his feet, and he spent about five minutes to choose what to wear – the hour and a half spent to curse his wardrobe full of shit doesn't count.
"Hi, Styles," he says when Harry reaches him. "I really don't want to believe I found someone who can make me feel punctual, seriously."
"Don't want to disappoint, Lou," Harry grins, "but I've been here for almost twenty minutes. A little bird told me that you're always late, so I decided to wander a bit. I'm sorry, you still hold the record."
Louis sighs, faking disapproval. "Good to know."
"Is this the place you told me about?" and then he's pointing at the huge building over the street. It's a really nice pub, Louis always goes there with Liam when neither of them wants to cook. So they go there often.
"Yup, I think you'll love it," Louis says. They cross the street and in a moment they're in front of a big wooden door, a bit old-fashioned. To be honest, he's not hungry, but it's almost eight in the evening and he really can't leave Harry without dinner.
Harry is looking at the building with a strange look on his face. "Can I be honest with you?" when Louis nods, a little worried about what his friend could say, Harry adds: "I'm not so hungry. Niall and I ate so many crepes just two hours ago. It was meant to be a snack, I was so hungry after work, but they were so good. So maybe we could just have a slice of pizza, this time?"
Thank god , Louis thinks, making a sound of relief and then he thinks that's a strange fact that Harry said the same thing that he was thinking two seconds earlier. But, to be fair, all the things involving Harry are strange since the very first time they met.
"Honestly? I'm not hungry at all," Louis answers.
Harry bites his lip and then looks down at his shoes. "You sure?"
"Yeah. We could come here whenever we want to!" Louis shrugs, smiling at his friend who returns it. "We could just walk and talk, it's not a thing only women can do, as my girlfriend reminds me all the time." Harry laughs a little and then they start walking randomly down the street.