for the next few days after luke's visit, louis is all bent up. he won't stop talking about everything that happened during his college days, god, it's so much that harry can hardly keep track of it all.

like apparently, louis used to be the king of doing keg stands. him, that little one. his favorite holiday was 4/20. he'd had so many one-night stands that he'd lost count.

most of this.. harry doesn't believe. how could he? louis was like a foot tall. and he has this little chipmunk voice.. no way could harry believe he even touched alcohol. but then again, at that party that one time, louis had been all over the alcohol. (he's still so thankful that he didn't get alcohol poisoning. god, that was a mistake.)

but anyhow. harry has still been keeping note of every single thing louis said, although he'd put question marks by the stuff he didn't exactly believe. 

he had added luke on snapchat, just so he could send him snaps of louis every day, and he'd really been keeping his promise on that. he could only hope that luke wasn't taking screenshots of them, he didn't need pictures of the little kitty boy getting out any time soon. 

he'd also started taking note of louis' height, ever since he sort of realized he was getting bigger. he had a piece of paper that he marked his height on at least once a week. and god, he was getting taller quickly. harry had to wonder if he'd go back to normal height one day. if he'd regain his memories. that'd be amazing. and the cat ears.. well, he almost wished those would stay. he'd seen louis without them, and he looked great, yeah.. but oh man, the cat ears! (no, this didn't imply he had a crush on the small cat person, yes, he liked boys, but d-definitely not louis, because that'd be weird!)

it has been a very average friday for harry so far, he'd fed louis and helped him clean up his little house (which seemed to be getting smaller by the days) and he'd studied for class, all that stuff. he finds himself a bit surprised when his phone starts ringing, a phone call from an unknown number. which scares him, it's probably a telemarketer or something, but it still scares the living daylights out of him. 

he answers it anyways, letting his curiosity get the better of him. 

"hello? harry styles speaking."

"uh, hi, harry. this is bebe rexha.. you tried to get in contact with me a while back and i sort of shut you down."

harry lets out a small sigh and a disheartened laugh. "ah, yeah. i know, i came off as a creep."

"no, no. i'm just.. really cautious about men messaging me," she says in an apologetic voice. "anyhow. um. i'm off right now, and i was wondering if you'd like to come meet up? i'll buy you lunch? luke ... luke told me everything." 

harry nearly spits out his tea. "um, everything?"

"yeah. tiny louis, and what not. i want to see him for myself. i don't exactly believe him. but i figured i'd offer lunch since i was kind of bitchy." 

harry doesn't even care. he's just so thankful that she didn't call the police on him, what even. "that's, uh, that's perfectly fine. where at?"

"that bistro downtown has great sandwiches. meet me there at 1?"

he looks at his phone for a second. it's almost 11. "yeah, i can do that. meet you soon."  he says, jumping up off his bed. he mumbles a goodbye before hanging up, running over to his closet to grab suitable clothes. he takes his time getting dressed, and soon enough, he figures it's time to head out.

he goes downstairs, knocking on louis' house with a small hum. "hey, little lou. i'm gonna go meet up with bebe, maybe bring her home. be good for me, yeah?"

louis pokes his head out of the bedroom window, eyes wide. "bebe!?"

"yeah, bebe," harry laughs. "be back soon." he pats his head, before grabbing his backpack off the kitchen chair and jogging out. he locks his apartment door, tucking his key beneath the mat as he usually does (liam often stops over, and knows to find the key there) and heads downstairs. he unlocks and pulls his bicycle from the rack and starts pedeling off.

he doesn't get very far before it starts sprinkling, which of course agitates him. the weatherman had said nothing about rain. 

he starts riding faster, just wanting to get out of the crappy weather before he gets drenched. which was stupid and reckless, his bike wasn't the best, and the roads were terribly slippery. and the drivers in the neighborhood weren't fantastic either. 

so when he saw the car out of the corner of his eye, he felt immediate regret and knew he shouldn't have been so dumb. he feels impact before it even happens, he blacks out the moment the car's hood touches him.

the driver comes to a stop but it's a bit late for that, harry's already slid under the front end, basically. he jumps out of his car and runs over, panicking as he pulls the young man away from the mess. he nearly pukes when he notices blood, dragging him to the sidewalk as he dials for an ambulance. he looks for the source of the blood, realizing it's from a cut on his leg. 

"god, i'm so sorry, i'm so sorry," he's whisper-yelling as he takes off his jacket and mushes it against harry's thigh to stop any bleeding, worried that it was deep. the emergency hotline picks up, and he yells the street name into the phone, his hands shaking as he holds his staining jacket and his phone. "i don't think he's dead, but please please, hurry!"

the street is filled with angry, honking cars, wondering why there's blood in the street and a stopped car just in the middle of the intersection. people run over to help as an ambulance and a news car roll up. 

bebe stares down at her phone, sighing to herself. "what's taking him so long..?"