Louis woke up a few hours later in a jumble of blankets and with a stiff neck. Well it was no wonder. He did just spend his time in dreamland lying at an awkward angle on Harry’s shoulder. He groggily peeled his heavy eyes open, thankful that the window’s shade was shut. Picking his head up, he looked around in a daze. His mind slowly started to awaken, his senses coming to life one by agonizing one. His blurry vision eventually came into focus and he looked to his right to see Harry. His head was flopped to the right, his lips slightly parted, deep snores rumbling out in a slow rhythm. Louis looked on, adoration clear on his features. He was just lucky there was no one around them otherwise he may look a bit weird just staring at his slumbering boyfriend. He would have been perfectly content to sit there for the rest of the flight simply admiring Harry but, the truth was, his legs were cramping and he really had to pee. Louis slowly untangled himself from the mound of blankets that encased his small frame and stood up slowly, hunched over slightly because of the low ceiling. He gingerly maneuvered his way out of their row of three seats and walked down the aisle toward the bathroom.
He returned a few minutes later to find Harry in the exact same position he left him. No surprise there. Louis knew that once Harry was out, he was down for the count. As quietly as possible, he unlatched the overhead compartment containing their bags, grabbing his personal one and placing it gently in the aisle seat which wasn’t occupied by either of the boys. They had decided it would be a lot easier to simply bring their bags on board. If they had checked them, they would have had to wait in baggage claim possibly for an extensive amount of time which held the risk of them getting recognized. Now, with their bags in hand and a car already booked and waiting for them once they landed, they could get out of the airport hopefully without incident. The two boys needed to come up with a plan for what they would do if they did happen to be recognized. It wasn’t likely though with their hoodies and beanies. But their fans were pretty observant. Some of them could probably even pick one of their elbows out from a crowd of over a thousand.
Sitting down in his still warm seat, wrapping the blanket tightly around his waist, Louis grabbed his bag. He slowly unzipped it, the coarse sound of the zipper seeming extra loud in the quiet. If you could even call a plane’s roaring engine and Harry’s snoring “quiet”. He reached into his bag and grabbed his laptop, knowing what he had to do. It was time to send Niall an email. He was the only one Louis trusted not to have a complete panic attack when he found out the two lovers were running away together. He’d probably just sit there and laugh hysterically for no other reason than he found Louis to be the most hysterical person on the entire planet. It was kind of annoying how, no matter if he was actually being funny or not, Niall would always end up with tears in his eyes, writhing around on the floor. It got rather infuriating sometimes but Niall had one of those laughs that you just couldn’t help but laugh along. It was because of this that Louis hadn’t strangled him to death yet.
Even though Niall tended to get on Louis’ nerves more often than not, the boyfriends appreciated him more than he would ever know. Since the moment Louis and Harry became one, Niall had been infatuated with the two. Every time the two of them simply held hands, cuddled up on the couch together, or gave each other pecks on the cheek, Niall would sit there in complete wonderment, his eyes full of life and an ear splitting grin plastered on his little Irish face. The fans had even picked up on his seldom hidden joy and amusement. They had started calling him Captain Niall. At one of their shows, Louis had actually spotted a shirt that said “Captain Niall Horan” and “S.S. Larry Stylinson”. He hadn’t been able to hide his smugness once he laid his eyes on that. He made sure to give the wearer of the shirt a wave, a smile, and a thumbs up. The two boys ended up approaching Niall one day and questioned him on why he always looked at them in that way. Niall had then proceeded to say one of the most astounding things either boy had ever heard. His eyes set in a determined expression, his face completely serious, Niall said, “I’ve never seen two people love each other more than you do.”
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The machine slowly began groaning to life. It was almost like it had a life of its own and it was angry for being woken up. He and his laptop seemed to have that in common. What am I doing? I’m comparing myself to my laptop. I’m fucking losing it, Louis thought to himself, as if his lack of sanity wasn’t evident from this elaborate plan he had concocted in a matter of hours. To Harry, it seemed like Louis had been planning this for quite some time but, in reality, his mind had started racing with ideas so quickly, it didn’t take long for his otherwise slow brain to piece everything together.
Opening up the blank email, he quickly began typing out a message, trying not to think about it too much. He didn’t want to drag it out and make it too lengthy. He just needed to fill Niall in on the necessary information so he would know not to panic and that they were fine. He knew Niall was going to be anxious. Everyone would be when news got out of their escape. There was going to be mass hysteria. Louis knew this. It would be a challenge to avoid getting caught but they were going to have to do the best they could for as long as possible. People were going to be looking for them and everyone was going to be on high alert. The trick was to avoid interacting as much as possible. Lay low and stay out of sight. That was their plan.
Louis’ attention was strictly focused on the laptop in front of him, his fringe lazily falling onto his forehead. Suddenly, he felt a too-large hand come up and move it from his eyes. He slowly turned his head to look at his bleary-eyed, newly awakened boyfriend. Louis felt a smile creep across his features, Harry’s soon mimicking his own with his dimples caving in deeply. Harry closed the small gap between them, placing a kiss against Louis’ smile.
“I didn’t know you were awake,” Louis said once they unhurriedly pulled away from each other, turning his attention back to the computer. Louis still had his hands perched at the keyboard, waiting anxiously to finish up his email to the bubbly blonde boy they had left back at home.
“What are you doing boo?” Harry asked, scooting his sleep-heavy body closer to the focused and determined ball of sunshine he was lucky enough to call his own.
“Emailing Niall,” he said, beginning to type again. Harry watched as Louis’ nimble fingers danced across the keyboard. The rushed motion signaled to Harry that Lou’s thoughts were rushing out faster than his tiny fingers could move.
“What time is it?” Harry asked, stretching his back and yawning. He then reached his hands up and fixed his hair, the motion usually making a smile appear on young Louis’ face. Today, however, Louis was distracted, his attention elsewhere.
“Almost 9,” Louis replied absentmindedly, his voice distant. Harry groaned in annoyance, realizing they still had another four hours in the air. He leaned his head back on the seat, allowing his eyes to close once again. He was so exhausted and the low hum of the engine wasn’t helping.
“Finished,” Louis whispered, staring proudly at the screen. Harry peeled his eyes open to find Louis staring at him expectantly.
“Can I read it?” Harry asked, reaching his hands towards the laptop. Louis nodded and gladly placed the warm laptop in his awaiting arms. Harry placed it in his lap, adjusting the screen to meet his gaze.
Dear Niall,
I wish I didn’t have to write to you under these circumstances but I don’t have a choice. Now, before I tell you what’s going on, you have to promise me something. You have to promise me you’re not going to freak out and demand that we come home or whatever. I hate to break it to you but we’re not going to listen. Ok so do you want to know what’s going on? Harry and I have decided to run away. I just can’t take it anymore Niall. I need a break. I need to get away from the chaos and just leave for a bit. I’m sick of being controlled. I’m sick of management treating us like we’re nothing more than puppets. I trust you can understand that part. You’ve seen the way they treat Harry and I. Hell, they even treat the rest of you boys like that. It’s all become too much and I barely even recognize myself anymore. I’m not the same as I used to be and I just need time to clear my head. I hope you understand and will be supportive of us throughout this. Don’t worry, we’re not going to be gone forever. Just for awhile.
Now there are some things I’m going to need you to do to help us with this. First of all, you need to be the one to tell the other boys. I know it’s going to be difficult because I know they’re going to go into full-on panic mode but I trust you can handle it. Once you tell them, you boys need to go see management. They will need to know and it’s better if you tell them now as opposed to when our break ends and we have to get back to work. Our phones will be off and we will be getting new laptops once we land so that there is no chance of the team tracking us which I’m sure they will try to do. It’s crucial that you be cooperative. We want this to work. We need this to work. Take care of the boys while we’re gone. We’ll see you soon.
Louis and Harry xx
“Does it sound ok?” Louis asked nervously, glancing over at the focused Harry. Harry smiled comfortingly and placed a quick kiss on Louis’ cheek.
“It’s perfect babe. Not too threatening but not too breezy. Perfect.” With Harry’s vote of confidence, Louis took a deep breath in and clicked send.
“There. It’s sent,” Louis said, shutting his laptop and leaning back in his seat, pulling the blanket even closer around him. Harry reached out an arm, slinging it easily around Louis’ shoulders. Louis moved his neck to the left and to the right in an attempt to get rid of the stiffness deep within his muscles.
“Neck hurt?” Harry spoke directly into Louis’ ear, a slight tremble rippling throughout Louis’ body. Louis nodded slightly, the seemingly insignificant motion sending a wave of pain from his neck to the bottom of his spine.
“Turn around,” Harry said, his finger twirling in a circle. Louis happily obliged so his back was now facing Harry. Harry leaned forward, placing his lips practically against Louis’ ear. Louis felt as two strong hands gripped his shoulders, thumbs beginning to create a pressurized swirling motion. The strong digits dug deep into Louis’ muscles, the compression causing every knot Harry touched to begin to evaporate. Harry soon moved off Louis’ shoulders and went up to his neck. He placed his fingers minus his thumbs onto the exposed skin, rubbing up and down carefully and methodically. His palms soon graced Louis’ neck and he sluggishly dragged his hands down Louis’ back, applying more pressure than Louis even thought possible. Harry’s hands were exceptionally strong and Louis had never appreciated them more than he did in this moment. The swirling motion of Harry’s hands picked up again as they reached the bottom of Louis’ spine. The newfound touch caused Louis to arch his back and he heard Harry chuckle behind him.
“Just wait. I’m going to make you arch your back for a whole new reason later tonight,” Harry growled into Louis’ ear. The small boy shivered under Harry’s touch and leaned back into his chest. Harry removed his hands from Louis’ back and placed two fingers on either side of Louis’ head and began to knead, rubbing small circles into the skin. Louis let out a content sigh, closing his eyes, focusing solely on the way Harry’s fingers felt against him.
“Feels so good Haz,” Louis said, his speech quiet and broken.
“You’re gonna feel even better later,” Harry whispered against Louis’ golden skin. Another shiver racked his body as Harry’s words settled into his mind. A new rush of excitement flowed through him and he felt his pants beginning to tighten. He couldn’t wait to get off this damn plane.
{A/N} Longer chapter for you lovely lot today. It might be a few days before I post the next one because I have a midterm on Monday and I'm not sure when I'll be able to write between then and now so please be patient! Love you all! xx
