Louis' feet hurt and sweat is starting to trickle down his spine. He forgot how hot Texas summers can be and he can only imagine how much hotter he'll be when he's on stage jumping around later tonight. 

So far, the meet and greet has been running smoothly. He's plastered on his fake smile and joked around with fans as they get their picture taken, but what he wants more than anything is to be home. Louis misses his children more than ever. He's never spent more than a week or so away from them. Already, it's been three months since he's be able to hug or kiss his three angels. 

Louis can feel Zayn's arm drap around his neck lazily as everyone moves closer for another photo. However, Louis glances down the line of people, hoping to gauge how much more of this he'll have to suffer through. 

That's when his eyes land on something familiar. Louis promised himself years ago that he would never forget. The man stands as tall as Louis remembers and hardly anything has changed except his clothes. He wears a patterned red shirt and blue-wash jeans. Never would he had picked something like that when they were together. He'd always wore black skinnies and a t-shirt.

His shoulders and arms seem more muscular than Louis remembers too, but the shape of his back is still the same. Louis' fingers graze across his own thigh, as if remembering what it was like to graze across the man's back. 

Louis never thought he'd ever have to see him again. Not after what happened. Not after he left. Louis figured he fell off the face of this planet. He hasn't. He stands in line as if it's the most natural thing he's ever done. 

That's when Louis sees the other guy. The olive skinned god of a man that stands next to his ex-lover. Louis would have to guess that he's pushing 6'1 or 6'3, since he stands significantly taller than Harry. The other guy wears a similar shirt to Harry's, except in a light blue shade. His hair is black and is shaved close to his head on the sides. Louis wouldn't be surprised if he wore cowboy boots and called everyone 'partner'. 

Harry. Oh god. Louis' stomach clenches together as he realizes that this is real. Zayn must've noticed his shoulder's tense or the look on Louis' face. He turns, curious to see what's going on. Zayn must've seen too, because he turns Louis away. 

"No, no that can't be him. He wouldn't do something like that, Louis, it's probably someone that just looks like him," Zayn assures him. Louis shakes his head. He knows that it's him. He knows that the man standing in line is Harry. Louis would bet his entire fortune on it. Hell, he'd bet his life on it. 

"It is, Zayn. I know him. I know that's him. Oh god," Louis mumbles. So many emotions that Louis' tried, and failed, to deal with have sprouted to the surface at once. His blue eyes watch as Harry and the mystery man next to him creep closer and closer in line. 

Soon, Harry is next in line. He still hasn't turned, refusing to look at them. Until he has to. 

Then, he has to. 

"Next, come on we don't got all day," The security guard bellows. The mystery man looks at the four of them with a look of shock. Not in a way a fan would look at them, but as if he'd seen a ghost. 

"Shit," Niall whispers. Harry turns to face them. A pair of sunglasses cover his eyes, but the rest of his face is exposed. The nose, the lips, the jawline, all of it. Louis knew it, and his heart sinks. 

"Harry... crazy seeing you here," Liam mumbles. Louis watches as Harry forces in a breath. He hates that even after all these years he still knows him. Louis despises that he still knows everything about Harry, all of his little tells. 

"How's it been mate? Long time no chat. Kind of like you fell off the face of the earth after everything," Niall laughs awkwardly. A small smile plays across Harry's lips, but Louis' still in shock. 

"Alright, let's go! We've got a line," The security bellows again. The man that stands next to Harry silently finally moves. 

"Guess y'all know each other then. I'm Sam, Harry's fiancé nice to meet y'all," The man introduces. His accent is thick and southern. Obviously, he's a native. There's no hint at an English accent or otherwise on his tongue. Louis can tell that he's only being pleasant as he forces himself between Niall and Liam. 

Then Louis registers what he actually says. Fiancé. Harry's engaged. God, Louis' stomach twists into two and he wants to vomit. How can Harry be engaged? Louis knew, deep down, that Harry had probably moved on with his life, but to see it? He doesn't want to know the truth, not really. He was content not knowing for sure. Now he does. 

Harry has moved on. Louis thinks that this is what hurts him the most. After everything, Louis could still go back with Harry. If Harry said he wanted to be with Louis again, Louis wouldn't question it. Now, Louis knows that he's lost Harry for sure. 

"Harry, let's not waste their time now," Sam hurries. Harry, who had been staring in shock, now moves towards them slowly. The sunglasses still cover his eyes, but as he creepy forward he raises them up and into his hair. 

Sam moves in a way that leaves Harry and Louis to stand next to each other. Louis feels tense as Harry stands next to him. His skin feels like it's on fire as his arm brushes against Harry's. His stomach is in knots and he feels like a statue. 

"Hey, Lou," Harry whispers. It's so quiet that Louis almost doesn't hear it, but he does. Hearing his name on Harry's lips sounds so foreign and, yet, so right. Although, Louis hears a strange lift in Harry's voice as if his British accent is fading. 

The minute or two that it takes to snap the picture feels like an eternity. Harry's arm seems to burn a hole through Louis' shirt where they touch. 

Louis feels a weight lift from off his shoulder, but a feeling of dread in his stomach as he watches Harry and Sam walk away. 

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Hey guys! Larry met again. What do you think will happen?? Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! ~B

QOTC: What do you think that Louis will do?  Will he do anything at all?