"The King of the Pirates, Captain Harry Styles! The one who conquered the seven seas!" Louis boasts, sarcasm drips from his tone, mocking him, "That's all I hear every bloody day."
The bar is clean, but he still scrubs just as fervently, his brows furrows and a small pout forms on those pink lips Harry is desperate to kiss.
"What does that have to do with-"
"Every lass and lad dreams of bedding a pirate like you," Louis huffs, gazing up at him with a despondant look. Harry looks down, dubiously, at the number in his hand, silence fills the space as he mulls over his words.
He finally looks up at Louis, blinking slowly, "Do they really?"
"You're an idiot."
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Or, Harry left his hometown to sail the seven seas and returns seven years later, yearning for something - or rather, someone - that he isn't sure he can have.
When Harry turned eighteen he woke up the next morning with a voice in his head. He totally freaked out, sure that he was schizophrenic all of a sudden. But the voice heard him as well and introduced himself as Louis. They agreed to keep it a secret until they had figured out what the hell was going on. Neither of them felt like spending time in a mental institution.
A really confusing time was in the cards for them were the fact that they heard everything they both said involuntary made them connect on a deeper level.
Purely fictional. Some smut warning.