Where Do We Go Now?

If Louis was being perfectly honest, he did not expect to ever see that face again.
That perfect, god like face that infuriated him to death but had eventually become endearing.
Suddenly, in that moment, standing on that train platform, autumn leaves curling around his feet, flannel shirt rippling in the breeze, time stopped as he stared, like a goldfish, at the boy who was looking right back at him from across the crowd, he realised just what to do.
Like the idiot Louis was, he ran towards him.