ᴍᴀᴅᴀɢᴀꜱᴄᴀʀ || ʟᴀʀʀʏ
Harry felt Louis holding onto him maybe a little too long to what was normal to any simple hug, but there was nothing normal or simple about the two of them, and he really didn’t mind it one bit but rather enjoyed the moment, it always felt good to be held by Louis in any way. Hopefully they would be getting back from this trip with some more clarity, Harry was feeling rather optimistic after their heart to heart chat back in his birthday, but that was ages ago, and too much can change in such a time. Still, he was holding on hope.
“Sharing is caring” Harry said the words with a smirk in his face, a saying they used before in several occasions in the past, as he accepted the bottle from Louis and took a long sip from it. “Thanks”. Giving the bottle back, he followed the pilots instructions on finding his seat and buckle up, it was time for take off. “You won’t believe the night I had, if I pass out on you, promise not to hold it against me” Harry pleaded yawning once again, his eyes blinking as he was doing his best to fight the tiredness.
in louis’ mind, harry had always been the one that got away. he’d fallen in love with harry during a very formative time in his life, a time when they hadn’t been able to be who they wanted to be. louis had been forced into a role, as had harry. he hadn’t been able to come out until recently, though he had wanted to for years. holding harry like this reminded him of stolen moments behind stage or in one of their dressing rooms.
he couldn’t help but laugh lightly and took the bottle. he quickly downed the rest of it because they’d said that he should get rid of it before take off. he sat beside harry, though the entire plane was empty. that was the beauty of private jets, they were all alone. he buckled his seatbelt and got settled beside him. “tell me about your night. then you can nap on me.” he was really the perfect height for harry to lean on, seeing as he was a bit shorter than the other man.