Butterflies & Hurricanes || l.s

"I- I need someone over 18 to come with me," Harry mumbles, eyes firmly on the ground. "Why not get your mum to go with you? I'm sure she'd love nothing more than to accompany her little Hazza," Louis snorts. Harry flinches but recovers quickly. "Please? I just need this one favor and then we can go back to hating eac...