Interviews, texting, picnics and all that entails.

Chapter one: introductions and interviews-

Throughout the interview they'd been texting each other. They couldn't help it. At opposite ends of the table all Louis wanted was to be next to Harry, to feel the warmth that radiated off his body, to be able to smell the familiar cologne that he wore. All Harry had wanted was to be next to Louis, to entwine their fingers under the table, to be able to glance sideways and see the familiar blue eyes that he had fallen in love with.

"And Harry is it true that you're back with Taylor Swift? After everything she put you through?" a journalist called from somewhere in the room, Harry signed this was getting irritating "No" He huffed into the microphone "I am not getting back together with Taylor Swift, and I don't plan to any time soon either" He glanced down the table at Louis who was trying to suppress a grin.

"Harry!" another journalist called "Hey Harry is it true that you got her pregnant then forced her to get an abortion?" at this the whole table gasped. Harry felt anger bubble in his stomach and begin to creep up into his throat making it hard to breath let alone answer the man. A familiar buzz of his phone told him he had received a text. He glanced down at the phone breath xox was all it said. So he did. He took a deep breath, and then answered "No!" he glanced at the group, the smiled encouragingly at him "I didn't get Taylor pregnant firstly even if I did it wouldn't be anyone's business but mine and hers and secondly there is no way on this earth I would EVER force anyone to have an abortion, I am, in fact, completely against 'em!" the room erupted into whispers and he lent back in the chair.

"Louis?" The same journalist turned his attention on the 21 year old "there have been rumors you considered quitting the band, is this true?" Now it was Louis turn to huff in irritation

"No" was all he said. The reporter look disappointed

"Come on now" He said "I want all the gory details. Why wouldn't you quit the band?" everyone glanced at him in shock "What I mean to say is…" he swallowed "What is it about the band that makes you want to stay?" Louis just rolled his eyes and lent forward into the microphone

"I want to stay because" Louis glanced around the room "Because this" He gestured at the boys "is the best thing that ever happened to me, Meeting Zayn, Niall, Liam an…and Harry," Only Harry noticed the way the 21 year old said his name, with a sort of reverence the way one would speak about their god, and it made his shiver. "The guys are truly great and have helped me through some tough times, but also the fans" Louis paused again "It's so great to have such a dedicated fan base I wouldn't want to disappoint them."

"Zayn…" A reporter sitting at the back of the room, who had up until this point gone unnoticed, drawled "would you mind telling me exactly what it is you see in Perrie. Both Harry and Louis zoned out after this and continued to communicate secretly through text. What exactly was said remains to be seen.

Exactly an hour later the boys were allowed to leave. "Um guys" Harry paused, nervously running his hand through his mass of curls "Can I borrow Louis for a while?" Louis raised an eyebrow but the rest of the band nodded. Harry grabbed the older man's wrist and dragged him out the back of the hotel the interview had been held in into a beat up, faded red pick-up truck he had rented and drove.

"Um Harry?" Louis asked raising his eyebrows at the younger yet taller man "Yes?" Harry could hardly suppress a grin at his companion's obvious confusion "Where are we going?"

"That boo bear" Harry was openly grinning now "Is a complete secret." Louis rolled his eyes and threaded his fingers through the younger man's.

They sat in silence other than Harry mumbling the words to "Airhostess" by busted in time with the song. "Can't you just tell me?" Louis complained.

"M'fraid not Lou, Lou" Harry smiled slyly, Louis pouted at this

"Ugh! Pweaty pwease Hazza!" Harry glanced sideways and almost gave in right there and then; Louis was pulling the most adorable face the poor 19 year old had ever seen, Louis sea blue eyes had widened so they know resembled a deer in headlights, he had caught his lower lip between his teeth and was nibbling it slightly. Harry groaned helplessly, but shook his head. "I can't Lou it's a secret" Louis pouted, but remained silent. They drove in a comfortable silence stealing glances at each other every so often occasionally Louis would ask where they were going but all Harry would reply was "Secret boo bear" or tap his nose.

Chapter two: blindfolds and beaches-