STYLE

EPILOGUE.

Louis really doesn't understand how his life has taken such a drastic turn.

A few months ago, he would have laughed at anyone who offered him a weekend trip without warning, but now that he's in Harry's car, as Harry drives fucking slow to a town whose name Louis doesn't know, he feels the thrill and adrenaline rush through his entire system.

Louis likes stable relationships, commitments, honest and sensitive men, with great humor and a heavy wallet. 

So, he's truly confused as to why he's so drawn to the curly guy driving besides him, who seems to be unfamiliar with the definition of emotions or labels, and who also seems to tense up when Zayn asks him about the state of his romantic life.

Seriously, it doesn't make sense, but when Harry finally parks in the middle of nowhere and starts talking to Louis about the stupidiest thing, it all makes sense.

With Harry, he's always in danger, and maybe that's his appeal.

That with a simple smile, he can make Louis follow him anywhere, or that, with a few words, he can completely destroy Louis' sanity.