" Fuck," someone grunted, " I'm sorry." It was only after the stranger said something that I did in fact feel something solid against me. Shit.
" No, fuck, sorry. I didn't, um, watch where I was going," I mumbled. It wasn't until then when I looked up at the stranger, and I immediately regretted it. Shit. He was gorgeous to say the least. Feathery, brown hair woven by God himself, tucked under a maroon beanie. Scruff dusted around his red, red bitten lips that pulled into a sheepish grin and sky blue eyes that wrinkled into his smile. Shit, I thought again.
" Staring, are we?" He cheeked, bringing me out of my thoughts. I only chuckled wetly.
"Wait, are you okay?" He said, probably noticing my tear-stained cheeks.
"No, I just need to get out of here."
//
Or Louis somehow ended up with an extra ticket to travel the world and Harry just wants to run away.
Elliot Jensen and Elliot Fintry have a lot in common. They share the same name, the same house, the same school, oh and they hate each other but, as they will quickly learn, there is a fine line between love and hate.