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i just got back from tennis (yes i play tennis at midnight i'm a maniac) so pls don't expect anything good from me beside my serves which are mid

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Louis strolled through the aisles of Leisure, the duty-free shop he saw the cat puzzle in. Harry was finally away from him, so he was happy. Until... he wasn't.

He heard the hurried footsteps nearing him. He could tell it was Harry trying to ruin his fun by the way his feet pattered on the smooth linoleum flooring. "Shit!!"

Louis huffed, turning to Harry. "What?" 

"We're late!!" Harry yelled. Big deal. Literally the entire airport could hear him screaming that. He worriedly checked the time again, turning his phone so Louis could see the time displayed on his lockscreen.

"Relax. It's only fifteen minutes. We'll be fine." Louis turned a nonchalant nose to Harry, toying around with the shot glass shaped like a guy's ripped abs on a display shelf. 

"No, I'm not going to relax! I'm never late to anything! What is your problem?" Harry screeched. 

"Oh, come on goody-two-shoes. Let's get you to the terminal if you're so worried about it."

Would passengers Tom Roberts, Louis Tomlinson, and Harry Styles please go to terminal B38 for final check-ins? The intercom spoke. A rush of embarrassed heat traveled up Harry's spine, causing him to start running for the gate.

"SHIT!!" He screeched again, dashing.

Louis walked steadily behind Harry, not caring about the intercom or the fact he was late.

"Louis! Harry! Where were you guys? We're late! What on earth did you think you were doing?!" Mrs. Cline yelled after them, an obvious look of anger on her face. "And Harry, why you, of all students? You're never late!!" 

"I know, Mrs. Cline, I apologize, I tried to warn Louis to make it back here in time." 

"Oh, alright, just please board." She huffed. 

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Harry and Louis followed Mrs. Cline to the check-in gate, pulling their tickets and passports out. Harry turned around to face Mrs. Cline, "Mrs. Cline, is it alright if I get an upgrade?"

"Yes, as long as you're sitting with Louis." She confirmed.

"Passports and tickets please." The passport control agent reached out to scan their passports, handing it back to them. 

"Is there a way I can upgrade?" Harry asked. 

"Yes, I can upgrade you right now. We have a few extra seats on today's flight so I don't think that would be a problem." He typed in a few words on his monitor, turning the screen to face them. It was a layout of the plane, with taken seats marked in gray, and open seats in blue. He pointed to an open seat in Business Class. 

"Sorry, I need two seats together." Harry apologized. "Is that alright?"

"Uhh, lets see here." He turned the screen around to face him, adjusting the filter on his seat-locator. "I have a two-seater in First Class, which is in the upper cabin, is that okay?"

"Sure!" Harry smiled. 

Louis grabbed his arm, unsure.  He muttered in Harry's ear, "uhh, Harry? I can't fucking afford First Class."

Harry lowered his head down at him, "shut up, I got this." 
He pulled on a smile, "we'll take it."

"Alright! That will be £186." Harry handed the man his credit card, watching him type on his monitor, then smiling and turning back to face Harry. "Great! Your credit card company is allowing you to have unlimited First Class flights for this month!"

"Wonderful!" He laughed. 

"Your new seating is on the ticket. Safe travels!" Harry took the ticket and swiftly grabbed Louis' wrist, leading him to their seats. It was at the front of the plane, past Business. 

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Their seats were halfway down a long hallway of warmly lit doors, some open, some closed. Their door was identical to every other door around it. Warmly lit lights lining the entrance, rigid Polypropylene plastic doors, rough carpeting on the walkway. 

Harry grabbed a hold of the door, opening it. It was a small room with two seats, both cream-coloured. 

"Of course I knew we'd get the free upgrade. That's why I asked for it. I wouldn't spend £93 on you, dumbarse." Harry hissed. 

"Mean."

"Oof."

"Anyways," Louis sat down in his seat, extending his legs, crossing his hands behind his head, "this flight's gonna be boring as hell."

"Why?" Harry asked, setting his stuff down and sitting down. He softly placed the bag right side up, leaning against his chair. 

Louis looked up and down him, raising his hand to point at him. "I want to be with my friends, not with you."

"Well, I can't do anything about that. But I can make it less boring." Harry smirked. He sat back in his chair looking directly at Louis. Louis gave him a firm, disbelieving look.

"How would you be able to do that? You're the textbook definition of 'innocent'." Harry smiled, reaching for his bag. He pulled out something from his bag, showing it to Louis. "Holy shit, this plane ride is going to be the best ten hours of my life."



AND CLIFFHANGER >:)












alrighty! chapter three DONE! lets play a silly game of what things jules googled to write this chapter? put your guesses below: (bonus points if you misspell shit)

guesses:

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search one: what is the name of the person who checks your passports right befor you enter the plane

search two: are cigarettes (that's it. that's the whole fucking search)

search three: name of the weird plastic on the butts of the airplane seats

search four: red wine supernova chappell roan

search five: waht do they calk the front of the pla ne

search six: do they sell donuts on flight

search seven: what is a spuerintenedert 

search eight: what us prolyroylene



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