RANDOM CHATS AND TWITTER

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Harry and Louis return to their hotel room after midnight. After a short, hot shower, Louis walks into the bedroom where Harry is laying on the bed, scrolling through his phone. "They found out," he says without looking up. "Look." He holds his phone up for Louis to see.

"Wait," Louis says as he walks over to his bed, "I'm freezing. Aren't you?" He slips under the covers and sits down. His mood is still not the best after what happened in the car.

"A little bit. I didn't want to get under the covers with my dirty clothes."

"Then why don't you take a quick shower and then we can have a look at whatever you wanted to show me?"

"That sounds like a plan." Harry puts his phone down onto the bedside table, then walks out of the room. Only two seconds later, sticking his head through the door. "Louis?"

"Hm?"

"I like when you're nice," he says and smiles. He doesn't wait for Louis to answer. While Harry is under the shower, Louis answers some messages he has gotten while he was on stage. He looks out of the window that offers a nice view over the coastline of Dublin. The view calms Louis and he nearly startles when Harry comes back. "Sorry, I didn't want to give you a fright," he apologizes.

"I was just-," Louis says as he turns around but what he sees is captivating. Harry is standing there, a white towel wrapped around his hips. His torso is naked, showing some of his tattoos. The huge butterfly in the middle of his chest stands out and looks kind of appealing. Harry's body is toned, not too muscular but also not slender at all. His body looks hot. Louis can't stop staring at Harry for some reason. He's never seen such a perfect shaped body, ever in his life – only in pictures, on Instagram and tv shows. Louis gulps. He can't talk. His mouth is dry, his heartbeat is increasing and he can feel how he's flushing.

"You were what?" Harry asks as he bends down to take a shirt out of his suitcase. He shakes it out quickly, then pulls it over his head.

Louis blinks. He just wants to get rid of his thoughts. "I . . . I was just looking at the sea," he says quickly. Thank god it's dark in the room. Only the dimmed light of Harry's bedside table illuminates his side of the room a little bit. Maybe Harry hasn't noticed Louis' staring.

"Yeah, it's beautiful. The view from this room is unique." Harry ruffles through his hair, then puts the towel away. Louis is relieved when he sees that Harry isn't naked underneath. He's wearing tight black briefs but the look at his thighs is equally appealing as his upper body is. What the fuck.

"Should we have a look at Twitter?" Harry asks as he gets settled in his bed.

"Okay."

Harry puts two pillows behind his back and scoots a little bit closer to Louis. Harry smells good, manly but still delicate. It's one of those scents that make a difference and again, Louis feels as if he's out of his mind. He's tired, that's why. Harry has already opened Twitter.

Louis points at the screen. "Oh my god, look at the hashtag . . . it's trending!"

Harry scrolls down. "And look at those comments. I really had no idea what I was signing to."

"You? It seems like you knew exactly what you did."

"No, I . . . uhm . . . all I knew was we'd do some jobs together but I wasn't aware of the hype this would cause."

"You always play the innocent guy . . . why?"

"I don't play innocent. I don't play anything. Really, I wasn't aware of this . . . look!" Harry scrolls down further. "How could I know that people would invent this hashtag and that it would trend so fast! It's trending worldwide . . . crazy." Harry continues scrolling.

"What is this?" Louis says as he points at the screen. Someone has posted a dark picture where you can only spot persons if you take a closer look.

"This is me! Look! They even discovered me in the VIP area where it was dark most of the time! How?"

Louis turns the phone towards himself. "What the fuck. Is that you?"

"Let me see . . . yes! That's me! How did they spot me? They really are detectives." Harry shakes his head. "Unbelievable. And look . . . they are discussing about us and they know I was at the concert."

"Hm . . . here are also pictures of you at the airport. Wow. Fuck." Louis quickly puts his hands over his mouth. He didn't want to say that, absolutely not.

"Don't you like my look?" Harry asks. "I changed into something more comfortable after the paparazzi had taken their pictures at the airport."

"Well . . . it's okay," Louis lies. He actually adores Harry's look in the picture but he could not admit. His outfit is black and white, the shirt underneath silky, almost sheer so that his tattoos shine through slightly and the long coat just look cool on him. "Sia will be pleased," Louis says ironically and turns onto his back, crossing his arms behind his head.

"Well, it's the job and obviously that's what he wants."

Louis turns his head and gives Harry a serious look.

"What? It's true!" Harry says and chuckles. He puts his phone down. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I sometimes think that you're one of Sia's assistants since you seem okay with everything he does."

Harry puts his phone onto the bedside table. "Not again, Louis, please."

"Okay, okay." Louis sighs and turns around. "Do you think this will help?"

"What exactly?"

"The whole you-stay-together-in-a-room thing."

Harry chuckles. "Not if you turn your back on me, mumbling the words into your pillow so that I can't understand anything."

"Go fuck yourself," Louis says clearly, followed by a chuckle.

"Aren't you lovely? Sleep well, Louis."

"You too, Harold."

"That's not my name."

"You too, Mr. Perfect."

"Oh dear," Harry sighs but smiles. Soon, both of them fall asleep.

***

Suddenly, Louis feels someone touching his shoulder. "Hey," a soft, raspy voice says, "wake up." It's Harry.

Louis feels dizzy, he's still half asleep and it takes some time until he's able to process the situation. "What?" he says sleepily, rubbing his eyes.

"Sophie wants to meet us in fifteen minutes."

"What? Why? What time is it?"

"Almost eleven in the morning."

"Shit."

"Are we going to meet here?"

"Yes."

"At least I won't have to look good."

"I think you always look good, don't worry," Harry says he walks toward the door.

Louis throws a pillow after Harry. "Oh, would you stop sucking up again, Mr. Perfect?"

Harry catches the pillow and gives Louis a mischievous smile. He puts it back on the bed and walks out of the room without saying anything. Louis chuckles. That was a little bit funny.

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