“Hi.” the guy said.
“Hi.” Louis said back, his body totally facing him.
“I know who you are.”
“No you don’t.”
“I do.”
“Alright. What’s my name?”
“Mister ‘I would totally leave a birthday boy completely endeared and hanging without saying his name’.”
“Wow, endeared. Really?”
He smirked, then scratched his beard as he looked down on the ground.
A nervous habit, then. Interesting.
“I’m Louis.” he said, extending his hand to the other guy.
“I’m Luke.” he replied, as he accepted Louis’ hand.
They stand like that for a few seconds, hands clasped in the air, not moving. Both of their gazes lingered on to each other, eyes steady and unwavering until Louis heard a fake awkward cough on his back.
“Lou, we don’t have much time.”
“Shit. Right.” He nods, dropping his hand to the side. “I’ve… I’ve got to go. It was nice to meet you, Luke.” Louis purses his lips, “Happy birthday again.”
“Thank you. Uhm, it was nice to meet you too.” Luke bites his bottom lip and smiles, scratching the side of his beard. “Will I see you again?”
Louis smiles then shrugged, “I don’t think so. We fly back to London tomorrow.”
London, Fuck. “Okay, for what it's worth. Meeting you is the most interesting thing that happened to me tonight. Thank you.”
Louis bites his lip, eyes staring at the man before him. He shoved his hand inside his pockets and brought out his phone before he could stop himself.
-from It’s About a Boy, @missrefridgefreetorator / mynameispiaivy
[Louke, 14k, Vegas au]
#may we lift each other up
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