Collision // Larry Stylinson - itjustkindahappened

chapter 18

: chapter 16; earthSummary:

Mythology/Fairytale!AU in which Louis is a dainty fairy with a temper who wants to be intimidating and Harry hurts people. Naturally, they hate each other.

Featuring Liam, the big and not-so-bad wolf who's got a thing for humans, Zayn, a human with supernaturally good looks, and Niall, the cupid who just wants his job to be easier.

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for .)

Chapter Text

Louis' breath is caught in his throat and the brisk London air whooshes in his ear as he's aimlessly dragged behind Harry's tall and sprinting figure. The woman's shrieks are still ringing in his ears even though they must be too far away to hear her by now.

That doesn't stop Harry from running, though.

"What the—" Louis tries breathily before coughing one and two and three times. "What the fuck, Harry?"

Louis is yelling, and Harry is clearly not giving a single solitary fuck about it. Not even looking back to make sure Louis isn't dying, he keeps going until he's rounded at least eight corners and they're on a slightly less crowded street.

Then he finally stops, lets go of Louis' hand, and leans against the brick wall he evidently finds good enough to hide behind.

"We got... the medicine," he says slowly, raising his left fist which is still tightly gripping the prescription. "We got the medicine."

"Oh no," Louis opposes. "We stole the medicine."

Harry throws his head back and lets out a short laugh. It's a tiny bit strained and a bigger bit out of place, but he's smiling and Louis' mind suggests blooming gardens and woolen blankets.

"We did," he agrees. "We stole the medicine."

He stops laughing, whipping his head around to lock his stare with Louis'.

"And now we have to get out of here before they put up the wanted posters."

"Would they actually do that?" Louis asks, wide-eyed and slightly horrified and the pair once again start moving, however this time much slower and less panicked.

Harry snorts in amusement. "No."

"Oh."

"But the store will no doubt file a report which is the modern day equivalent, so..."

"Got it. We have to leave."

"We do. Like, leave leave."

"We have to leave so hard."

"We're going to leave so violently no one will even know what happened."

Louis bites down around a smile and looks to the ground. He lets out a wistful sigh.

"I'm going to miss Earth, though," he says. "It's been fun. Quite amazing, actually."

Harry shrugs, bumping Louis' side slightly and the playful—not to mention comfortable—gesture is unfamiliar for the two of them, but it doesn't feel entirely wrong.

"We'll sneak back sometime once the portals are fixed," he promises, a shadow of mischief shaping his features. "It'd be a crime not to; you haven't even gone to an amusement park yet."

It's casual, effortless, the way he says that, like he doesn't think much of it.

Louis thinks more of it, evidently. The fact that there's a "we" for Harry, the fact that that "we" is stretching beyond the end of this adventure, that's...