You get me dizzy

Chapter 8

On their way to the tent, Harry reveals that he also doesn’t want this to end.

“Yeah, but you’re getting to perform next weekend too.”

“But you’re not going to be here.” Harry corrects him and Leo melts. “I tried getting you and your sister Coachella tickets but it was all sold out.”

“Oh, you’ve done enough as it is, thanks.”

They reach Leo’ tent, only to find out that there’s yet another party unraveling in the camping grounds, but Leo just wants Harry to be his for a little while longer until he has to jet off to wherever.

“So where are you flying tomorrow?”

“Japan. I’ve got a concert and some interviews to do there.”

“Wow, Japan. Seems like a whole other world.”

Harry nods as Leo focuses on getting the numbers right on the lock. Leave it to Zayn to use a f****d up code like 826  instead of 000 or 123.

“It is a whole other world. I love it there, people are really nice and quiet.”

Leo finally gets the lock undone before he turns to Harry.

“Do you uh-want to come in or?”

“Sure, I can spare a few more minutes for you.” Harry smiles and Leo’ stomach does a backflip at the thought of being in a confined space with one of the hottest guys on the planet.

Leo goes in first and Harry takes the flashlight without even being asked to do so in order to point it at Leo’ luggage.

He takes out his Nike shorts and then starts gathering his stuff.

“So how much did you pay for the whole festival?”

“Including drinks and everything it was around a thousand pounds. Would’ve been more if I had listened to Zayn and paid for the VIP tickets.” Leo laughs, thinking about it.

“So you came here determined to get into the VIP area?” Harry asks.

“No, I came here determined to have fun.” Leo corrects him and pulls off his pants to change into his sleeping shorts.

“And did you succeed?” Harry continues, even though they both know the answer.

Leo looks up at him from here he just changed into his shorts. “Definitely.” He breathes and Harry licks his lips before he surges forward and kisses him.

Leo doesn’t waste one second before he straddles him and lays him down, ready to do literally anything just to get Harry to stay a little bit more.

It’s been such a great weekend and he’s never been more disappointed about a festival coming to an end.

Harry’s phone starts ringing just as Leo manages to get off his shirt, and Harry tries to ignore it for as long as he can until it starts ringing the third time in a row.

“I really need to-“ Harry breathes into Leo’ mouth, catching his lips for another second, “-I really need to answer it, it’s Levi.”

Leo pulls back but doesn’t get off his lap as Harry checks his phone screen to see three missed calls from Levi and two messages.

“I really wish I could stay here for…a really long time but I can’t.” Harry says and he looks genuinely devastated about the situation, which matches Leo’ feelings as well.

“Oh, yeah I understand.”

The phone starts ringing again so Leo finally gets off Harry’s lap to let him check if he left anything behind before he leaves.

“Hello?” Harry answers the phone and then double checks the inside of the tent before he pulls the zipper down. “Yeah, I’m on my way. Ten minutes.”

Leo follows him out of the tent.

“Yeah yeah, five minutes then. I’ll be there soon.”

Leo can hear that the call is still going and that Levi is talking to Harry, but Harry has the phone a few inches away from his ear as he stares at Leo.

“I really need to go, fuck.”

Leo sadly smiles at him, trying to ignore everything that’s going on in his stomach.

“But you’ll come to the concert, okay?” Harry states more than asks and Leo nods. It’s still weeks away and maybe Lottie will want to go with someone else anyway, but for now he settles on nodding and promising Harry that he will be there.

“Alright, I’ll see you then. Have a good flight home.” Harry adds, because of f*****g course he has to be a gentleman until the very end and make Leo scream internally even harder.

He places a soft kiss to Leo’ lips and then walks off.

Leo watches him walk away, staring at his back until he can’t be seen anymore, before he turns around and gets back into the tent.

Zayn comes back ten minutes later with Noah’s phone number and the news of an already planned outing with Noah and his group next week in London.

“Are you okay? You’re silent.” Zayn observes after they’ve turned off the flashlight and got into their sleeping bags.

“Yeah just…” just the fact that I’m sad because of something that lasted three days and never had a future anyway “just some…PFD.”

“PFD?”

“Post-festival depression.” Leo clarifies.

“Ah. Yeah, me too. Remember how you didn’t even want to come because of the costs?”

Leo nods to no one in particular.

“But it was worth it though, right?” Zayn asks.

Leo takes his fingertips to his lips, which are still burning from the kisses he’s received. “Definitely. Thanks man.”

Zayn knows Leo, so he knows very well not to ask any questions about Harry since Leo hasn’t initiated a discussion about the topic.

Because even if he’d want to talk about it, he can’t. How could he, really? How could he say, even to his best friend, that he had so much fun with someone so out of his league who he’ll probably never see again?

Leo has to get through the phase of denial, where he keeps lying to himself about the fact that the wrong time and place are the reasons it was only meant to last for three days.

But the truth is that Harry didn’t even ask for a phone number, and that’s okay, because Leo also made a promise that he won’t keep.

He just has to stop lying to himself first.