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 first thing Louis feels like doing when he wakes up is to throw up: he feels something strange in his stomach, like a rope wrapped around his guts. He yawns, stretching his arms and feeling like shit. No, he doesn't feel like shit, he is shit. It's been awhile since the last time he last felt this way and he doesn't even know why this is happening right now. Louis doesn't even dare to open his eyes because he's pretty sure that in the exact moment he does that, he will have to go to the bathroom and vomit.
Several minutes pass before he becomes aware that he still has his arms outstretched into air, searching for nothing, so Louis lets them fall on the sheets. He was expecting to touch his soft duvet, instead what he feels is something solid and definitely not his mattress. Louis keeps touching it and finds out right after that the 'thing' is his girlfriend's elbow, and memories of the previous night immediately return to his mind.
He rolls in the sheets and opens his eyes a bit: Eleanor is laying next to him, a peaceful look on her face and a half creased book open between her and Louis. It's a wedding magazine and the realisation hits him like a brick on his forehead: yes, Louis Tomlinson is getting married.
Louis is about to caress gently Eleanor's skin when his phone rings. She moves a bit at the sound of Louis' ringtone but she keeps sleeping, snuggling on the pillow like a kitten. He wants to curse everything, especially his fucking phone and whoever is bothering them. Louis turns to the bedside table, hand feeling the surface because he can't open his eyes that much yet. His searching hand hits everything, the lamp almost falls on the ground, but he finds the phone at last and somehow manages to answer.
"Mh?"
Silence. Then a sigh echoes in his ear, followed by a familiar rough voice. "Lou, it's me."
Louis opens his eyes and winces without thinking too much when he hears Harry's voice. He's sure a moment ago there were like thirty degrees in the room, but Louis could swear the air around him is suddenly ice cold. He even has goosebumps. Louis stays quiet for a moment, then remembers the fight they had the night before and that he turned on the phone just before going to bed, only because he doesn't have a proper alarm clock. Of course he ignored the seventeen calls from Harry and Niall and maybe he should have left the phone off, because what is he supposed to say now? He hasn't even had the time to think about it, honestly, with the whole wedding thing.
Louis is now sat on the bed, stiff back and legs crossed. He's not sure when he got into that position, probably as soon as he heard Harry's voice. Maybe he should simply end the call and go back to sleep, but his mouth doesn't agree with his thoughts and, shit, Louis should really find an easy way to fix his brain to mouth slash body filters. "Hi," he says after several moments of silence.
Harry lets out a sigh of relief. "Oh my god, finally. I was about to run to your flat and break the door down."
"I probably would have thrown you off the balcony once inside my flat," Louis states, pretending to be annoyed but he isn't such a great actor. What comes out of his mouth is a subspecies of phrase uttered with a high pitched squeal. Harry probably noticed, because when he replies he sounds more confident than before.
