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 can't stand train stations. Not only because they're big and full of people, but because the crowd is insane most of the time. Men running everywhere with their briefcases, hitting people because they're late for work. Kids running in packs because hey, they've lost the train to school. People just running, running and running. And, even though it's late in the evening, Louis can't see anything but arms and heads moving fast next to him, almost killing him and especially killing his patience. What the heck. Stan should thank him for being there.
They're in the waiting area, observing the people around. There are a lot of tourists queuing at the 9 ¾ Platform just a few feet from them. Beside him, Liam is quiet. Sometimes he grabs his phone and fiddles a little for a few seconds, then puts it back. It's been a week since their fight and everything is great, now. Also because he can see that his friend is a bit happier than usual. Good for him and also good for Louis because he's really happy, too. The fair of happiness.
"What time should we meet Niall?" Liam asks after ages of silence, nay, silence his arse since they're surrounded by screaming people.
"Eight."
"I hope to get there in time."
"Liam, it's five o'clock, we still have three hours ahead," Louis yawns, looking around. "Stan's train should be here soon, anyway."
"That says there is a delay of twenty minutes," Liam comments, pointing at a giant board right above their heads. And well, just fuck. Why are trains always late? "I think I'm going to get a snack, Lou, I'm hungry. Can I leave you here or will you miss me?"
"Oh my god, Liam, don't leave me here with all these crazy people," Louis says with a theatrical tone he doesn't even recognise on himself, holding a hand trying to reach his friend. "Please, don't leave me, I'll die... please...! Look, I'm starting to become pale and sweaty and please, Liam, don–"
"I'm still here, you idiot," Liam shakes his head, laughing a little.
"Well? Go on, then. And bring me some snack."
"Idiot," he repeats.
Liam doesn't even have the time to make a step, when a familiar voice catches them by surprise. Louis pokes his head to look into the crowd, when he sees Stan's chubby face smiling at them. He can't believe his best mate is really there, it's been seven fucking hundred ages since the last time they've seen each other. Louis smiles wide and then starts running towards him, and he will probably fall all over the ground trying to reach his friend. But who cares, it's Stan.
He would jump off a bridge for Stan. And for Liam, of course. But Stan... he has known him all his life, it's a completely different kind of friendship. Both are special in their own way, and Louis would give anything for them.
