A Route 66 Road Trip Photo Blog

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

“Yeah, well you don’t get to just decide what we are and aren’t going to do,” Harry says. He unhooks his seatbelt and flings it against the car door with a loud metallic thud. “This is my road trip and you are not just taking it over because you don’t like my ideas.”

“Did you want me to drag your lifeless body into the diner just so you could say you’d been there?” Louis says back just as loudly as Harry is talking. “You have such a detailed timeline of where we should be, I’m guessing you’d yell at me if I let you sleep at the diner and didn’t drive to the museum instead. Your anal retentiveness is showing, Harry.”

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes.

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Walk That Mile by purpledaisy (127k)

Harry stares at him, the line of his jaw standing out scarily. “I wanted to get the most out of this trip so I planned it carefully.” His voice is low and steady and somehow that’s worse than when he was yelling. “So far, you’ve put your sticky fingers on everything I’ve tried to do.”

“Sticky fingers?” Louis repeats, offended. “Are you saying it’s my fault you got stung by a bee? Had you been alone you would have gotten halfway to the Dotty Diner and ran the car off the road because of an allergic reaction, so don’t go blaming me.”

“Polk-A-Dot Drive In,” Harry spits before getting out of the car. He slams the door shut with a deafening reverb and Louis rolls his eyes. - A Route 66 AU where falling in love was never part of the plan.

They sink into quiet after that, watching the way the lightning moves and lights up the rain, listening to the thunder as it rolls and announces each strike. It’s one of the more beautiful nights of Louis’s life and he pretends to himself that he’s not including Harry in that assessment as well.

He doesn’t really think about it when he turns his head to rest on Harry’s shoulder, the movement as natural as it would be to keep sitting up. Harry doesn’t flinch at the new weight as he drinks from his glass, the world illuminating around them once more. In the flicker of light, Louis watches as Harry reaches his hand toward Louis’s knee and then pulls back abruptly and puts his hands in his own lap.

“You can touch me,” he says softly, knowing Harry hears him in the bubble that belongs to them.

He feels Harry’s jaw move along the top of his head when he smiles and then Harry’s hand is on his knee, fingers tucked on the inner seam of Louis’s sweats. It sends as much electricity through Louis as the lightning poles have been receiving all night. He suppresses a shiver when Harry moves his hand, his fingertips tracing the seam in a gentle up and down motion.