so I just wanted to warn you guys. Fanboy is almost over. I don't know exactly how many chapters are left. It will range from 15-20. Somewhere around there. Anyway, enjoy.

+++ LOOK AT BRENDON OH MY GOD IM STILL NOT OVER THE FACT TJAT I SAW HINSBHJS

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Mood: Stars by Alessia Cara

Harry smiles at the audience, the screams defining and exuberant. He bows, waving to the crowd and repeating I love you constantly. He quickly turns and runs off the stage, perspiration falling down the back of his neck. He's handed a rag by one of the stage crew members and he thanks them, with a smile. He takes off his earplugs and hands someone his microphone before being ushered to the dressing room of the stadium.

Once he reaches the room he's ecstatic. Just a few more hours until he sees Louis. He gets two days off before heading off to Australia to continue with the tour. He makes his way to his suitcase and pulls out a pair of black sweats and grey jumper. He pulls his hair into a bun and sends a quick text to Louis.

Princess 👑: I'll see you in a few hours!!!

He pockets his phone and tugs his suitcase out of the dressing room. When he's leaving the stadium, settling into the tour bus, packing up in his hotel, and making his way into his jet, all he can think about is cerulean eyes and light laughs.

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When he lands in England, he can't stop smiling. The entire drive to Doncaster is full of Harry's thoughts, about hugging Louis, about talking to Louis, about Louis.

Harry bounces up Louis' flat steps until he reaches the fourth floor and taps of the door loudly.

The response comes seconds later, the door swinging open to reveal a bright eyed Louis. Harry doesn't have much time to stare at him before the smaller boy is throwing his arms around him, hugging him tightly.

Harry grins and kisses his forehead quickly, letting Louis wrap his legs around his waist. He carries him inside and shuts the door behind him with the heel of his boot.

He continues to carry Louis to the living room where Eleanor was sitting with Alice, telling some dramatic story that required lots of hand movements.

The duo look at Louis and Harry, who were still wrapped up in each others arms.

"Since when did you buy a koala?" Eleanor asks and Louis giggles, tightening his hold on Harry. The taller lad shrugs, hands shifting under Louis' thighs so they grip his bum tightly.

Eleanor looks to Alice and gags dramatically before pulling her up and dragging her to her bedroom.

Harry still doesn't let Louis down. Instead he kisses around his face, leaving small traces of his lips around his cheeks and nose and forehead, mumbling sweet nothings into his ear.

Louis laughs and kisses his quickly, a small peck on his lips before Harry leans into catch his lips again, accidentally moving his hand from his bum. Louis slips from his hold and falls backward, keeping his grip on Harry's neck, taking him down with him. They fall to the floor in a tangle of limbs and breathy laughs.

Harry leans down, kissing Louis softly, their lips moving slowly against each other's. He slides his hands up the smaller boys sides, intertwining their fingers, laying them flat against the floor.

Just then the click of a camera was heard. Harry laughs and turns to find Eleanor with her phone out. Louis looks at her with a glare and she waves him off.

"Are we still going to be doing this?" Louis asks and Eleanor nods, skipping back into her room.

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Harry waits for Louis to finish changing into a pair of skinny jeans and oversized shirt. He watches from the other side of the room, not so subtly biting his lip when Louis bends over to pick up his shoes.

"Stop staring, it's considered rude." Louis mumbles, snapping him out of his reverie.

"You're rude for having such an amazing arse." Harry retorts and Louis throws a shirt at him with a giggle.

"You're crazy." Harry hums at Louis' comment.

"Come on. Our reservation is in thirty minutes." Harry says and Louis grins, lacing his Adidas and jumping up. Harry takes his hand, kissing him quickly before stepping away and leading him out of his bedroom.

Louis was about to tell Eleanor where he was going but stops when he's at her door and sees a pink lacy sock on the door handle.

"Ya nasty!" He calls and he hears a quiet giggle coming from the other side of the door. He quickly calls out that he's leaving and grabs his jean jacket, slipping it on.

Harry and him leave quickly, slipping into Harry's car and driving in silence.

After twenty minutes Louis has fiddled with the radio for the umpteenth time and he was restless. He started bickering with
Harry over some show he recently started watching on Netflix just as they pulled up to the restaurant. It was something beautiful and elegant, dim red and black filling the interior with a lovely atmosphere.

Louis grinned at Harry, blushing when he opened the door for him. For a moment it felt normal. He wasn't going out with the Harry Styles acting as his friend and nothing else. He was going out with a normal boy with lanky limbs and a cute smile that made him blush. He was just Harry. And that meant more than being Harry Styles.

He's snapped out of his stupor when camera flashes go off as they enter the restaurant and Louis looks down, keeping his distance from Harry. The taller lad pulls Louis into the restaurant and they're seated within minutes.

Louis breathes heavily as he turns around to glance at the paparazzi behind them and he's glad Harry asks for a seat in the back.

Once the front doors are closed, the restaurant is quiet again, no sound of camera flashes or shouting questions. The only sound is the murmur of people talking and the quiet hum of classical music playing. He sits across from Harry, relaxing slowly. The two quickly start forming a conversation, talking about their lives when they were separated.

Louis talks about his unexciting life as a model and Harry tells him about his many adventures of traveling to different countries.

When their food gets here, Harry is slightly buzzed from the bottle of wine they ordered and Louis' lips are stained red and looking very kissable from Harry's perspective. It takes every ounce of his control to stand back and keep himself in check.

They eat and order another bottle of wine, causing Harry to make a mental note to call a driver to pick them up. By the end of the night they're both sated and happy.

Harry pays the overpriced bill and they wait until one of Harry's guards texts Harry and tells him he's outside.

When he's here, Harry grips Louis' arm, stumbling out of restaurant with quiet laughs and small touches that would look completely awful in magazines later. The paparazzi have scattered, leaving a few who were hoping to catch some pictures. When Harry and Louis walk out, the cameras are flashing again and Louis has to make a mental note to buy sunglasses.

The driver is in the parking lot, waiting for Harry and the taller lad is pulling Louis softly. They're almost to the car when he hears someone calling him.

"Boobear! Honey, it's me!" Louis turns to find Johannah behind the mass of paparazzi. She pushes past them and runs towards them. By now, Harry has turned and saw her as well. She stops a few feet from them. She eyes Harry with a grin and Louis rolls his eyes.

"I don't know how you keep finding me but if you don't stop, I'm calling the police." Louis says grimly and Johannah's smile falters before she calms herself.

"I'm sorry, sweetie. I just miss you." She says. Louis scoffs and is about to turn around to step into the car when she grabs his arm.

"We can finally be happy together! We can be a perfect family! Now that you know you're not gay we can all get along!" She says with a gleeful smile.

Louis was about to reply when Harry steps in front of him and towers over Johannah.

"Don't ever say something like that again. Louis is amazing the way he is. His sexuality isn't a problem. So properly fuck off and leave me and my boyfriend alone, yeah?"

With that Harry clambers into the car pulling Louis with him, closing the door behind them and letting the driver take off without another word.

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