A/N: Hii sunshine! I don't really know why I am putting pictures of fetus Harry on Louis on the side, because that's not really what they look like in the story but yea lol xd I just like to laugh at their fetus awkwardness hahah

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Chapter three

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"That's mine!" Louis shouts from the other side of the conveyor. All kinds of suitcases are passing by. "Harry, the red one! Can you grab it?"

I reach over, trying to get it off the moving rubber band. "Got it, babe!"

I've already got my suitcase, but we're still waiting on Louis' second suitcase.

Louis walk over to me and places a kiss on my cheek. He mutter a 'thank you' and looks back at all the other suitcases passing by. We stand like this for a little longer, my arm wrapped around his waist. Finally another red coloured suitcase passes by. Louis jumped forward, but before he could grab it, a massive sweaty man picks up the suitcase and walk away.

"Hazz, where's my suitcase?" Louis asks as he pours his lower lip.

"I dunno, babe" I answer as I shrug. "Let's asks" I walk over to a stewardess I spot further in the building. "Excuse me,"

The woman turns around. "Hallo, can I help you?"

"Well, I hope so"

"I would love to help you" she tells me while giving me a flirting look. She straightens her back, pushing her boobs more forward.

I feel Louis rush besides me and grabbing my hand. Oh, jealous Louis.

I smile nervously. "Well" I begin, but gulp when Louis tightens his grip on my hand. "My boyfriend is having trouble finding his suitcase"

"Oh" she replies. I can feel Louis smirk next to me. The lady clears he throat and scratches awkwardly behind her ear. Her shoulders slump again. "Let me ask my colleague"

We follow her as she walks to a large man leaning against a wall. Her hair is neatly tugged into a bun and I watch it bounce as we walk. I assume the man was our pilot. His muscles are visible through his suit. He's got short brown hair and some sunglasses are resting on the bridge of his nose.

"He's the pilot. He probably knows more about your suitcase then I do" the stewardess tells us before we stop walking. Louis and I entwine our hands.

"She was totally checking you out" Louis whispers.

I chuckle. "Yeah, I noticed"

"If I didn't know better, I would almost say you were checking her out as well" Louis raises his eyebrows at me.

"And if I didn't know better, I would say you're very jealous, Mr. Tomlinson" I joke as I wink at him.

"I'm not! And stop winking. I'm serious!"

"Babe, why would I even look at her if I have you to look at?"

Louis doesn't seem to notice that the stewardess and man are looking at us. "You're right" he laughs. "Who wouldn't look at me?"

"Right..." I chuckle. "You're an idiot, but I still love you" I smile and Louis kissed me on the cheek. Then we both turn to look at the man in front of us.

He shifts awkwardly. "So you've lost your suitcase, yeah?" He looks at me.

"Uh, no my boyfriend has" I wrap an arm around Louis waist.

"Oh okay. Could you describe what your suitcase looks like?"

Louis clears his throat, leaning closer to me. "It's red, my name is written on a label stuck to my suitcase"

"Okay, good" I watch how the muscled man writes something down in his note block. I feel Louis' hand travel down my back. He pinches my bum ever so slightly, making me jump.

Sneaky basterd.

"Anything else?" The pilot asks.

Louis shrugs. "Not really. It's quite big. I don't know" The man nods.

"It looks exactly like this one, Sir" I add.

"Of course!" I hear Louis mutter. He steps aside and shows the man his other suitcase.

"Hmm" the pilot hums. "You know, son... It could be possible that back in London the airport made a mistake"

"What do you mean?" I cut in.

"Well, it's not really allowed to take two suitcases with you. Only if you stay under the maximum number of weight that's allowed"

"But at the airport back in London everything was fine. I mean, they've checked them and they were taken away to load on the plane" Louis says, defending himself.

"Well, it's still possible... Or maybe they got confused because it's same colored..." The stewardess adds. To be honest, I'd forgotten she was still standing here.

"Yes" The pilot agrees. "Or someone else took your suitcase, probably by accident"

Louis sighs deeply. We're both tired and just want to get to our new house. We have a long days ahead of us. We still have to move in. Our furniture will arrive this week, we have some painting to do. We have to settle in.

"How are we going to get it back then?" I ask a bit irritated.

"Sir, I'm sorry. But we're going to do the best we can to get it back. Could you maybe write down your full name, phone number and the place you're staying? In this way we can send it back when we find it" The man hands Louis his note block an his pen.

I wait as Louis writes down his data. Suddenly his eyes widen and he turns to look at me.

"Hazz" he says in shock.

"What?" I ask, confusion clear in my voice.

"I put the papers for the house in one of the suitcases"

Oh no. My eyebrows knit together.

"I don't really remember in which one I put them, but if I put them in the suitcase that's now lost, we can't get the keys to the house"

I didn't say anything.

"Hazz, those forms are the only evidence we bought the house. We can't got here if we don't have the papers"

"But they know our names, right? So if we just tell them what happened they will give us the key anyway, right?"

"I don't know"

"Something wrong?" The pilot asks, mixing into the conversation.

"Yes!" Louis says in annoyance. "I mean, no, sorry. It's fine" he takes a breath. "Is it okay too if I only write down my name and phone number? We're not really sure where we're staying yet"

The pilot nods. "Sure. We'll just give you a call" without anything else, he walk away. The stewardess follows him after giving us a weak smile.

"Will you help me search for the papers?" Louis asks. He's already knelt down next to his suitcase.

"Of course, hon" I kneel down as well and quickly peck his lips. Louis hold his breath as we open the suitcase together.

Louis throws out several pieces of clothing and opens all zippers. Then he groans and sits back. I ruffle through his stuff as well, but then see the bottom of his case and also lean back.

"I think we have a problem"

A/N: Do you guys want any smut? Or nah?