help the show is set in the summer and its back to december tv thats so funny to me. at least august makes sense
LMAO back to july just doesnt have the same ring to it. i shouldnt be judging the show its exactly the type of series i would have gone crazy over at 14
Louis accidently comes out of tour bus to meet the fans wearing harry's Adidas×LoT sweatshirt. Harry is right behind to stop him but it's too late. Chaos ensues
Louis scrunched his nose up, pulling away from Harry’s lips when the fans outside his tour bus start to chant his name.
Harry groaned, a bit frustrated that they had to stop what they started again. “You may as well just go say hello. It’ll hopefully get them to leave.”
Louis flicked Harry’s nose. “Watch it. Those are me fans you’re talking about.”
Harry shoved his hand away. “Yeah, yeah. You need them and they need you and all that. Go before I get myself off without you.”
“You keep your hands off. That’s mine.” Louis’ pressed a kiss to Harry’s cheek, then rolled out of the bed.
He found a random hoodie on the floor and pulled it on, stretched his arms above his head once it was snug around his body. “Alright, I’ll just go say hello, take some photos and then be back for you.” He wiggled his eyebrows and turned for the door.
“Louis— wait.”
He held up a hand, as he walked down the hallway. “Haz, I’ll be right back.”
He heard a thump from the back of the bus, but descended the stairs anyway. “Louis!”
He opened the bus door and the fans erupted in screams. He waved an arm at them, but then was jerked back into the bus, practically falling over to right himself.
The door slammed closed and he glanced back at a pale faced Harry. “Jesus, fuck. What are you doing? They could’ve seen you!”
Harry ran a hand over his face. “Bit late for that.”
“What?” Louis scrunched his eyebrows, ears perking up as the fans outside started to chant ‘Larry, Larry Larry’.
“Shit.” Harry sighed and dropped his face into his hands.
“If you had just stayed in the damn bedroom!” Louis shouted.
Harry lifted his head up, gaze heated. “Lewis you’re wearing my tour hoodie. The one I was papped in this morning.”
Louis looked down at his chest. “Oh, fucking hell.” He ran his hands over his face, before he turned to look at Harry. “Oops?”
Harry couldn’t fight the smile. “Hi.” He giggled and moved forwards to press their lips together. “We’re fucked, aren’t we?”
