« luke hemmings short story » "it took me one trip to insomnia to remember your coffee order." "probably because i drink so much of it." "why do you think you're so addicted?" she looked up at the stars and he had the urge to reach out and run his hands through her hair as she whispered, "it's like anything else you'd get addicted to really: drugs, sex, alcohol. it's probably that same feeling you get when you play a gig to a really good crowd. it's a rush." "do you think coffee will always give you a rush?" her crystalline green eyes met his as they laid together in the back of her truck, the summer night air blowing around them as the sound of the waves crashed in the distance. "i think i might have found something else." "something?" "someone."

Louis is tired of the fast-paced lifestyle of tour. Just as Louis makes up his mind to leave, Harry changes his mind. (A short Larry Stylinson one-shot)