Louis, para seu horror, frequentava uma universidade de elite em que o nome Zayn Malik significava alguma coisa, Niall Horan não parava de falar, tinha pianos para todos os lados, e Harry Styles, filho único de um ex-roqueiro estragado pelas drogas e clinicamente insano, tinha um sorriso perfeito e olhos vazios. All Rights Reserved © 2014 by velvetoscar FANART BY ROSKETCH I don't own this fanfiction. It was written by VELVETOSCAR and I'm just translating with the author's permission. You can find the original fanfiction on AO3.

He doesn't know what he had been expecting out of the road trip itself besides burping contests and too much shitty gas station food with Oli and Stan, but in the brief moment before Harry ambles up his driveway, Louis idly wonders if this is about to become some sort of Gay Coming of Age story. Maine to California in ten days. In which Zayn's an open-shirt hippie they meet somewhere in Ohio, Liam's the pastor's son running away from home, and Niall's the number they call on the bathroom wall. It's 1978. Harry and Louis are just trying to get to San Fran in time for the Queen concert.