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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There's a small park behind Louis' building, just a little space with grass, picnic tables, a slide and a couple of swings. It's a private area, so it's not frequented by many people. That's why Louis loves it, especially when it's late in the night and no one is willing to take their children out to play. It's a place that gives him serenity and a peaceful state of mind, perfect when he doesn't want to think.
Louis is lying on his back on a table, a song stuck in his head since he woke up that morning. He's watching the sky, where he would see a massive amount of stars if he weren't in London, and he wishes he could. He would try to connect all those shiny dots and give them a shape and maybe a name and, considering his imagination, Louis would probably discover some new constellation. The table's surface is rather wet, since it's been raining for two days straight, but that doesn't seem to bother him that much: he's using his hood as a pillow and, even if the jumper is starting to become a bit damp, it's still quite comfortable. It's not even cold. Oh, well, it's five degrees, but the tequila flowing in his veins is doing a great job warming him up.
What time is it? Ten? Eleven?
"Louiiiis!"
A familiar voice drags him out of his thoughts. He can't see Liam's face even when he gets close and lays next to him, their arms now touching. But there's no way Louis can't recognise his best friend's voice, his heavy step and his scent.
"Hey, Payno," he says, a hint of a smile on his face although he doesn't know if Liam is looking at him.
"I was sure to find you here," Liam answers.
In that moment a shooting star goes right through the sky, is it even possible in London? It's probably just an airplane that wanted to be a shooting star. Still, Louis wants to make a wish, never ignore a chance for good luck. He can't decide what to wish for, though: it's weird, in twenty-six years – almost twenty-seven, fuck – he's never seen one and, somehow, he always thought about what he would wish for, just in case. But right now his wish list is so long that it's practically impossible to choose just one. Louis sighs, thinking about how many things he wanted to do before getting married and still hasn't done.
The idea of the wedding makes him shiver more than the cold weather, so he quickly gives all his attention to Liam.
"Am I so obvious?"
Liam smirks and squeezes Louis' arm a little. "No, it's just that I know you too well, mate."
"Liam."
"What?"
"Just be honest. Truth."
"Okay, okay," Liam surrenders, "I just saw you from the window and thought to come here and say hello, that's it."
Louis smiles, sincerely. How can he ignore those little gestures? He's about to turn around and crush his friend with a random giant hug, when he feels something hitting his chest: his phone.
