Two Degrees of Separation

Chapter 20: Tours and Tweets

Author's Note: Just some fluff for you all today :)

Chapter 20: Tours and Tweets

Despite the fact that both he and Harry were touring the United States for the next three months, by some sick twist of fate, there was not one single date in which they would be within four states of one another.

That really sucked, when they figured that out.

They were one month in, and they hadn't been able to see each other once.

"Maybe you can come to Georgia for your night off on Tuesday?" Harry asked into the camera, making puppy dog eyes. Scott laughed gently.

"I'll do my best, babe. How was your show last night?"

Scott watched with adoration as Harry launched into a long-winded story of the coolest fan he had ever met, who had drawn this amazing picture, blah blah blah. He lost track of the story, focusing instead on how cute Harry was when he was passionate about something. His heart fluttered, however, when Harry held up the picture.

Someone had drawn the picture of them from outside of Sur on their first date. And someone had done a damn good job of it.

"That's sweet. I'm surprised I haven't received too many death threats yet."

Harry's face turned stony. "What do you mean, too many?"

Scott's face broke into a smile. He didn't want to joke about this if Harry was going to be upset. "I'm just kidding, Haz. No death threats... yet. Your fans have actually been pretty nice."

"I've received one, that I know of." Harry replied after a moment.

"You're kidding." Scott was confused. His fans were typically supportive.

"Yeah, no... it was some guy. He was pretty mad about... Kendall. Said I didn't deserve you, that he didn't know what you see in me. Said I should leave you alone, or better yet, kill myself."

Scott's mouth fell open in shock. "That's... Harry, that's horrible."

"Comes with the territory, I suppose. There will always be a dick in the mix."

Scott began poking at his phone screen. Harry's eyebrows furrowed. "Am I boring you?" he asked, lightly.

"I'm tweeting, hang on."

"Scott, don't."

"Don't tell me, 'don't'," Scott countered, sticking out his tongue. Harry laughed, fondly.

Thank you to 99% of our fans who have embraced my relationship with open arms, and who are truly happy for me. To the other 1%, we don't need you anyway! #ImInLove #DealWithIt

"Done."

Harry laughed. "I hope you weren't too much of a savage."

"Read it."

Scott watched with bated breath as Harry began to tap at his screen, a small smile gracing his features. Harry's smile faltered for a moment, and promptly turned into a frown.

"What? I was nice enough."

"Scott..."

"Yes?" Scott really wasn't breathing.

"The hashtag."

Scott clenched his eyes shut. In the moment he had thought it was cute. Maybe he should have asked before coming off like a complete psycho.

"I'm in love with you, too."

"...You are?" Scott opened his eyes, slowly.

"I wanted to tell you... differently."