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1 April 16:00
Louis pressed the speaker button as he leaned into the microphone, “sounds amazing ladies, why don’t we call it a night, drink some tea and we will be back in here Monday,” Louis told them as Logan, Rylee, Roslynn and Mary. The girls took off the headphones and headed out of the recording booth, Louis turned to Steve who was in the sound booth with him. “Okay send those cuts to me and I will work on them this weekend,” Louis told Steve as he saved what they had done, and nodded his head as Louis grabbed his leather bag and headed out where the girls stood.
“Are you sure we sounded good Mr. Tomlinson?” Mary asked as she slipped her leather jacket on.
“Louis, don’t make me sound like an old man, not yet,” he laughed pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “You girls sounded brilliant and this EP is going to sell and it’s going to be a hit, I want to use the song ‘Going’ as the first promo song and try and get it on a few commercials and out there on the radio. I have some pull so I will see what I can do,” he explained to them. “Now, you all enjoy this weekend.”
“You seem chipper,” Logan chuckled as she slung her bag over her shoulder and pushed her ginger hair behind her ears. “You got a hot date with the boy that texts your mobile and when he does you smile like a child?”
Louis tried to suppress a smile as he pointed at her and mimicked her. “Okay, well you can come and clean the bathrooms tomorrow Logan you smart arse, the rest of you enjoy your day off,” he laughed as the girls all gave him a hug and headed out of the recording studio, Louis glanced at his mobile and was a bit sad there wasn’t a message from Harry today. Slipping his mobile into his jacket pocket he headed out of the studio and was about to leave when Niall smiled and fell in step with him. “So are we going to finish the TV show tonight?”
“Yes, I need your help,” Louis told Niall as they headed out of the building and to his car. “I need help finding an outfit for a date.”
Niall stopped in his tracks as Louis knew he was going to have to explain to him what was going on. “Wait. Harry? The mystery man from the dating app Harry? Shut the fuck up!” Niall yelled as he bent over laughing, it wasn’t a mean laugh but one where he wasn’t sure how to react to Louis’s statement that was so out of character for him. “Wait, Lou like seriously?” Niall asked him again this time serious as Louis turned around and nodded his head. “Shit, when did this happen?” He asked as Louis kept walking to his car. “Are you going to fill me in on the details or do I have to guess mate?”
“Get in the car,” Louis said as he tossed his bag into the back seat and got into the drivers side shutting the door.
“Bossy,” Niall hissed as he tossed his bag into the back before getting into the passengers side. “Okay now that MI-6 can’t hear us what happened?”
“I told him how I felt, and he replied back, he said he wants to meet tomorrow at 9:45 at this coffee shop called The White Rabbit…. I don’t know what to do for I haven’t been on a date in almost 10 years. Jesus…. I’m a pathetic man.”
Niall turned to him as Louis started the car, "no, just a bit rusty that's all."
"You make it sound like I haven't had sex in ten years either," Louis sassed as he pulled away from Rover Records and headed to his flat. "It's been awhile since I've been with a person but not that long."
Laughing Niall took a deep breath in and closed his eyes as Louis blew a red light. "Okay so it's just coffee?"
"Yep."
"Nothing else."
"Nope."
"Are we sure it's a date?"
Stepping on the breaks they stopped at this red light and Louis turned his head to Niall. "Really? You had to put that idea into my head so I'm even more freaked out!" He yelled as he pressed on the gas and went jerking Niall backwards into his seat as a little payback. He had been on edge since he got the message. He wasn't sure if he should respond back, or if he should leave it be.
He also hadn't been entirely sure it was a date or a meeting where Harry would tell him he was a pathetic parasite and never to speak to him. Both were possible and tied at a 50/50 draw. Thankfully working on the EP with the band and finalizing the tour, which he decides to manage since he trusted no one to do it right.
"It's a date," Louis told him again.
"Okay, well we get pizza, have a few beers find you an outfit, and finish Downton?" Niall asked as they pulled into the garage for the apartment building Louis lived in. "It's coffee so it shouldn't be to hard."
"Says the man who spent five hours for an outfit when you first took Jacqueline out. It could take all night, but I need to shower and shave."
"Damn, he is getting the classy as fuck Louis Tomlinson," he joked as Louis pulled his car into his spot, setting the car in park he turned the key off and got out. "Do you need me to spy? In case you know he tries to kill you?" Asked Niall as he got out of the car and opened the back door to grab his bag.
"Jesus no," Louis laughed shutting the car door and giving it a lock before they headed down through the lobby and to his flat. "I'm just... I talk with people all day for work but I get tongue tied with this man. It's sad."
"It's romantic," Niall corrected him as both men walked down the two flights of steps, there shoes clicking on the concrete. "He seems like a good guy Lou, the fact you have feelings for him is a big step."
"Yes, well Stan didn't scary me away from all men. When your 21, just got a job with a record label and are going to be on tour the last thing you think of is marriage."
"I remember it all to well," Niall reminded him as Louis held the door open and they walked through the lobby of the complex. "Evening Dan."
"Mr. Tomlinson, Mr. Horan," the new doorman said as Louis pressed the lift button.
"Louis and Niall, please I'm not that old," he corrected as there was a small ding and the doors opened pulling back into the side of the walls as Louis and Niall stepped in, Louis pressed 10, a few seconds later the door shut and they were making there way up. "But I'm older and I want it. I had my selfish years and not I'm ready to settle down."
"Says the man going back on tour."
"Two months and then I'm back," Louis corrected him as they reached the tenth floor, the doors opened and both men stepped out and made a left down the carpeted hallway. "They are painting the hallways this weekend so they said they were sort for the fumes," Louis said as a few painters were finishing up for the day, digging into his pocket Louis found his flat key.
"You had a hard time not going on tour and now you are going back out there. That's like an alcoholic going to a bar, or a druggie going to a crack house or-"
"I get the nice metaphors whatever you are tying to say Niall. It's two months and well I need to for them," insisted Louis as he turned the key and pushed his flat door open. "I have something to prove with them and I will be damned if Jeff fucks it up - I know you know how I feel about them, how I'm not treating them like a girl band. There are no prefabricated labels, they don't have a 'type' I just want them to make the best music they can and change the world. One soul at a time," Louis told him as he dropped his flat key into the basket next to the door and hung his bag on the hook on the grey walls.
"And that," Niall told him as he tied off his shoes, "is why you are so good at your job."
Louis smiled showing his teeth in a cheesy grin at Niall before he toed off his own shoes. Passing the kitchen he headed towards his bedroom but he knew Niall was standing there with his Irish puppy dog eyes. "There is a bowl of grapes in the fridge," he told him as Niall headed into the newly remodeled kitchen. He opened the stainless steel door to the fridge and was happy to see beer, but also there was fruit. "My mum was out and she still checks to see I eat more than crisps and Nutella," explained Louis as Niall held the bowl in his arm and pushed the door shut with his foot.
"But that is all that you eat," he joked popping a grape into his mouth.
"Oi! Shut it and help me," Louis said as he turned back on his heels and headed to his bedroom. Thankfully he had cleaned up this weekend, washed his sheets and even his towels. As usual the only place to sit in the room was the bed or floor so Niall opted for the bed. Sitting down he placed the bowl in his lap and braced himself for this hour of outfit searching. "Okay, it needs to be casual. But nice, so none of these," Louis said as he pushed open his closet door and nixed all the t-shirts he had in the dresser drawer. "I'm not going to work so none of these," he said pushing his business casual shirt to the side. His eyes traveled down to the pile of dirty clothes he should have washed last night but he decided to finish the final season of Hannibal.
"Whatever I wear I going to look old thanks to my damn glasses," Louis hissed. He had never been a fan of his glasses growing up, but now when he put them on it made him feel ancient and not 30. But him being the idiot he was scratched his eye when putting in a contact and now was punished to the black rectangle Ray-Ban frames to help him see.
"You look like a hip music producer you daft idiot," Niall corrected him as he popped two grapes in his mouth. "Why can't you wear a t-shirt? It's coffee."
"I need to look nice," explained Louis as he opened up a drawer and began to pull out different skinny jeans but not finding any that would work and just dropping them to the ground. "Why don't I have nice clothes!" He huffed out in frustration as he tried to slam the drawer shut but it got stuck. "Son of a bitch!"
Louis hand was twitching and his body was craving a smoke, but he was trying to quit. He never told anyone for then they would make a big deal about it, now he wished he hadn't flushed them all down the toilet. Closing his eyes Louis ran his hands down his face full of stubble and knew this was a bad idea.
"God, you are being like Oli, so dramatic here," Niall said setting the half eaten bowl of grapes on the bedside table, he got up and made his way over to Louis, stepping over the Mount Rushmore sized pile of black (some blue) skinny jeans he grabbed the first pair he saw, tossing them onto the bed he then reached up and grabbed the green army jacket and a simple white t-shirt. Bending down Niall grabbed Louis's lucky white chucks and set them with the outfit. "Done. Clean up and I'll order pizza."
Louis mimicked Niall as he picked up his jeans and shoved them back into the dresser. The outfit Niall had picked for him was good. Simple, put together, he could roll up the sleeves and show off his tattoos. It's a date Louis, it's just a simple date with coffee. Just a date. He told himself as he felt his chest growing tight and his hands shook even more. "Fook it," he hissed as he lifted the mattress and grabbed the 'hidden' box of smokes. He had a lighter out on the balcony where he would go and decompress.
"Using your card to order," Niall called from the kitchen as Louis socked feet walked over the hardwood floors of his flat and into the kitchen. Niall had Louis's laptop up and running as he sat at the kitchen island with a beer. "I thought you were quitting," Niall said as his fingers moved over the keyboard. "It's been 2 weeks and I haven't seen you put the cancer stick in your mouth."
"Is this a guilt trip?"
"No," Niall said shaking his head as he began to type in Louis credit card numbers. "You smell better."
Grunting Louis tossed the carton into the bin before opened the fridge and grabbing a beer for himself. He hadn't been able to eat much from nerves so he knew he would be sending Niall home with the leftover food. "What did you order?"
"Pizza," Niall told him with a grin as his eyes stayed on the laptop screen. "So, you lot are just doing coffee? Or are you going to bring him back here and get a little frisky?"
"Shut up," Louis told him rolling his eyes as he took a drink of his beer. "It's coffee and then maybe lunch, or the cinema, or a walk, I don't know but I would very much like to get through coffee first."
"Okay, just curious," Niall said as he logged into Louis Plenty Of Fish profile, he had written his password down, being the good friend he is he never went on, until now. "So two things; one, why is he wearing a black shirt with white hearts and two, did you even discuss your height?"
"How do you know that and no. Why?" Louis asked as he leaned against the back set of counters and set his beer bottle down.
Niall smiled as he shut the laptop, folding his hands over he just smiled and looked at Louis. He was dead, so he wanted to enjoy the last few moments on earth.
"Niall...what the hell did you do?" Louis asked as he feared the worst of the words that were about to leave his best friends mouth. "Choose the words you are about to say carefully Niall James Horan, they could be your last."
"In my defense," He began as Louis's jaw clenched and he knew he was fucked. "I wrote your bio so this anger you are feeling is directed toward Oli and Jonah," Niall explained as Louis grabbed his laptop from him, opening it up he pulled up his profile. "I just now read your last message and was curious and then I looked at your profile and saw...."
"What the fooking hell I'm not 5'9!" Louis yelled. "You know Harry is actually close to 6 foot! I'm going to show up tomorrow and when he sees me I'll be fooking 5'6. Fook I can't go," Louis said as he set his laptop on the counter and shook his head. "It's a sign."
"Only to settle down," Niall told him. "Just say your friends lied and you're sorry." Louis narrowed his eyes at Niall in anger, he would have a nice talk with Oli and Jonah tomorrow. "You should be thanking us, if we never signed you up as a joke you never would have met Harry."
"You said I was 5'9, in what world am I 5'9?!?" Louis laughed shaking his head. "Like I'm not even close!"
"I think the 9 looked like a 6 in the eyes of drunk Oli," Niall admitted as he laughed. "I'm sure he won't mind, he seems smitten with you from what you have told me."
Louis couldn't help but smile, he was pretty smitten with Harry as well.
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1 April 16:06
"Bye Mr. Styles!" Angelica said as she was the last to leave his classroom. Harry have her a smile as her mother waved back at him. Turning around he had a few things to clean up in the classroom before leaving and then he had to keep himself occupied until tomorrow.
Tomorrow.
His heart lept for joy as he thought about it. He was finally meeting Louis, well meeting him in person Harry already knew Louis. While it was only six months they had been talking it seemed like years, which is what shocked Harry so much about the whole situation. He had talked to plenty of men on the app but never ever clicked like Louis. There was no work, every conversation was effortless.
Walking around the classroom Harry picked up the wrappers, some stray paper and made sure all the art supplies, reading books and such were out away.
"Knock, knock," came a voice and Harry knew it was Priscilla the TA for Mr. Schneider's Year 3 class , "hey."
"Hey Priscilla, I would love to chat but my mate is coming over for Thai food and we are talking about his stag party," Harry explained as his hands shook from nerves as he slipped the folders into his bag along with his iPad. "How did Tommy do today?"
"Better," she told him as she figitted with her hands. "Umm are you busy tomorrow I have this party that I have to go and I didn't want to go alone..." She asked trailing off.
"I wish I could," he said as he pushed up the sleeves of his jumped and her eyes grew wide as she saw the tattoos. "I have a date," he explained slinging the bag across his chest. Priscilla's face fell as Harry turned off the lights and headed out of his classroom. "I would have gone if I was free," he told her truthfully she was new to the school and Harry had a hard time fitting in with a lot of the older more seasoned teachers.
"Where are you taking her, on the date?" Priscilla asked as they walked towards the front of the school. "She must be lucky, all the teachers say you never date."
Harry bit the inside of his cheek and smiled. No, he kept his private life private at school, he knew how fast gossip press around with the students it was even faster among the teachers.
"Is she a teacher?"
"I'm taking him to The White Rabbit, and he is a music producer. Owner of Rover Records actually," Harry explained as her face fell. "Don't assume everyone's default sexuality is straight Priscilla," he told her with a smile. "See you Monday!" With that he turned, pushed the doors open and left the school as he felt the spring air in his lungs and was happy to see the faint rays of the sun in the sky. Harry's black boots clicked on the pavement as me made his way to the tube to get the train home. He hadn’t been lying when he said he had plans tonight, he also made these plans so the rest of the night would go by fast and he would wake up and it would be Saturday.
Harry felt like a kid about to go to Disney World for the first time. His stomach was full of butterflies, every time something reminded him of Louis he would smile and all he wanted to talk about was Louis, and his date. He had even called Gemma (even though it was 3:45 in the morning in New York) excited and slightly crying. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself, for he did that with his last boyfriend but Louis was… well he was Louis. He told it how it was, he was honest, and true to himself. He told Harry what he thought but never in a mean or down putting way. He was crushing hard and it was hard to keep it from his mum, but he was going to take things slow. See how coffee went, maybe they would see a film after, get food, spend all day doing tourist things in London. After tomorrow he would tell her and his step-father. But now, Louis was just his and the world had yet to say thing, influence them. It was still pure.
Scanning his train pass Harry walked through the turnstiles just making it to his train in time. Standing up Harry held onto the bar over his head as he kept to himself, he had wanted to message Louis so bad but he wanted to leave it where it was. Everything he wanted to talk to him about he wanted to do in person. From his favorite color, favorite smell, his days at Uni, his family, why he decided to let Harry in his heart, if he was going on tour, ask him if the wedding would be another date, say he would still go on Holiday with him, what his favorite song was in the world, talk about Glastonbury, learn more about his tattoos, and just sit and listen to him talk.
Keep it together Harry, maybe it won’t flow like it does when you talk online. Maybe it will be awkward, maybe you will be awkward, Louis could never be awkward, he deals with important people in the music industry as you talk with children five out of the seven days a week. Okay stop now you are just projecting and stop. He said to himself as the train came to a stop and people got off and then some more filed on. He had been happy that his anxiety had been at bay until now. Breaking from his thoughts Harry headed over to the doors as they came up to his stop, the door opened and he filled on out of the car and headed back up to fresh air. Shoving his hands into his pockets he walked, his bag hitting him as it bounced off the side of his body as he made his way to his flat.
“Hurry up Harry, the food is getting cold,” Zayn said as he stood with the bag of Thai food in his hand. “You look chipper… did a student bring you an apple?”
“Funny, no, no student brought me an apple today,” Harry said as he unlocked the front door and Zayn walked in, making his way up the worn wooden steps to his flat. “No, if you must know Zayn Malik. I have a date tomorrow.”
“No,” Zayn said as Harry unlocked the flat door. “Is it fish boy?”
“His name is Louis,” Harry corrected him as he walked into his small single roomed flat. He set his bag on his kitchen table as he bent down and unzipping his boots and sliding them off his feet. “He has a good job, and he is different Zayn.”
“Oh, I know,” he laughed setting the takeaway down on the counter as he toed off his own trainers and hung his jacket on the back of a chair. “He is the one who sent you a cake for your birthday, along with that basket of things,” he pointed out to him. “So where are you taking him?”
“White Rabbit,” admitted Harry as he walked into the kitchen to get forks for their dinner.
“That is hollow ground, damn he must be important,” laughed Zayn as he walked over to the couch and coffee table. “I mean you never even brought…”
“No, but this is different,” he admitted as he grabbed two wine glasses and the half filled bottle from his fridge. “It’s hard to explain, but when I talk he listens to me, he wants to know about me and he cares,” Harry told him as he walked over and took his seat on the couch setting the glasses and bottle of wine down on the table. “It feels natural, our conversations and I’m crushing hard and I love this feeling.”
Popping the cork out of the bottle Harry poured each glasses as Zayn passed out the food. “I know, you have been all giddy, and bubbly and happy,” he explained to Harry as he pried off the lid and took the fork and began to eat. “I mean he offered to go to my wedding.”
“It was for the free booze,” Harry joked as Zayn kicked him in the leg, Harry pouted jokingly as he set his food in his lap and faced Zayn.
“I have it all planed out,” Zayn said to him between chews.
“Your stag?” Harry asked pointing a fork at Zayn who shook his head. “Oh, well I have shit.”
“You two go out on this date - what does he do again?” asked Zayn as Harry rolled his eyes at him and enjoyed his dinner, thankful he was able to eat.
“Okay, he is a music producer, for Rover Records,” Harry explained to him. “He is currently working close with this all girls band”-
“Like the Spice Girls?”
“Say that to him and he will cut you,” Harry explained to him his face stone cold serious. “No, it’s just a band and he has been in the studio with them, he is actually writing for them, and Ed Sheeran has done a single with them.”
Zayn’s mouth dropped open. “Seriously? Like you know you will be going to music parties and everything right Harry, like holy shit! This is mental! Wicked!” Zayn said as he set his food back on the coffee table, leaning forward he placed his hands on Harry’s knees and looked at him in the eyes. “This is not the average dentist you date this is like, god this is big!”
“Zayn, it’s not. He isn’t like that trust me he never throws out names of people he knows, and he is just Louis so please if you meet him….”
“If? You mean when,” corrected Zayn.
“You can’t act like this,” Harry said as he motioned around Zayn as he leaned back against the armrest of the couch. “I didn’t even know he was a big deal till Ed tweeted him and he tweeted back and there was banter. That’s when it hit,” explained Harry. “So back to the original topic, what is your plan?”
“Oh, well after the first date you two will have three more and then you will go back to his place and he will fuck so hard you black out-”
“Classy.”
“Always,” Zayn told him as he took a sip of his wine. “Then the next date he will let you top but that’s not your thing so you go back to bottoming. After the first week he will bring you home to meet his family, and sisters, then that same week you will in Cheshire to show him off to everyone you know. After a few weeks you will head to see Gemma, all before you go on your holiday that he was planning and then after that he will make a secret trip to Cheshire and ask your dad and mum for your hand and then he will have this amazing proposal for you are worth it, and then have a small wedding and within two years will have a kid,” Zayn said seriously as Harry smiled and wanted to tell him that he was mental but that sounded like the perfect life plan for him and Louis.
“It’s just a date,” Harry reminded him as he was reminding himself. He didn’t want to get ahead of himself. “I haven’t even told my mum, I just want. I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”
“I understand that,” he agreed. “But this time Harry, I think that you can get a bit excited - I’ve never seen you like this, and if this is what Louis does just over messages then I can’t wait to see how happy he makes you in person. I love you man like my brother and I want you to stay this happy and excited about life. Now, lets eat, you can prance around in your outfit for tomorrow and then we need to plan my stag party so I know the numbers to give you of mates that you don’t know.”
Harry nodded as Zayn told him more about the wedding and his mind trailed off a bit thinking about all that tomorrow was going to hold for him and Louis and a possible relationship that he had been aching for since the man first laughed at his dad jokes. He was holding out for hope for a future with Louis for he didn’t want this joy of a child to leave. Ever.
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2 April 08:35
Louis’s converse walked across the pavement as he made his way over to the coffee house, he had left his flat with enough time to arrive at the coffee house around 8:43. His hands played with the flat key in his pocket. He had checked his mobile and no message from Harry. He hadn’t canceled and he wasn’t going to look a fool walking into the coffee house. He hadn’t slept, he had tossed and turned all night long in his large king sized bed. He thought about getting out of bed and doing laundry, even getting some new clothes for work, start working on the tour schedule for the girls but he kept his mobile on silent and flipped over so he couldn’t see the screen. His entire body was throbbing from pain and he couldn’t help but yawn every few moments. But at the same time his chest was tight, he was wide awake and anxious to meet the man behind his phone screen.
Niall had been nice enough to send him a message that morning as a nice encouragement to smile, brush his teeth, and to buy condoms. Grateful for his friend he replied with a picture of his middle finger. Stopping at the crosswalk as the cars buzzed by Louis’s eyes looked over the sea of people, some were couples out for a walk on Saturday morning, some friends out for coffee and shopping, some people out walking their dogs, and singles out reading and enjoying the rare nice day. Taking a deep breath in he stood up a bit taller as he got the right away to walk. Walking with the group some turning right, others going left as he kept straight ahead.
You got this Louis. It’s coffee. Maybe a movie. Don’t get in your head, don’t let yourself make this something that it’s not. You like - no don’t lie to yourself Louis, you have done that long enough, you love him. Just take the door. he handed you a door take it and see where it leads. You just have to not fuck it up. Don’t fuck it up. Louis told himself as his pace slowed down and he reached the coffee house. It was in a nice stand alone unit, there were flats over it, outside were a few tables and chairs as the window read ‘The White Rabbit’ the door was a dark faded wood, the handle was rod iron, he could guess that inside there was old couches, mix matched chairs, cups and coffee that was better than the standard stuff at Starbucks.
Two twenty something year olds walked past him as they talked about their Uni class. He stood frozen there. As soon as he walked through that door it changed. The relationship changed. It went from intangible to real emotions. It would be two people, not two phone screens that might get hurt in the end. Although, if he walked through those doors his life would be forever changed, Harry could be the one, the one who he settled down with, the one they raised a family with, the one he grew old with, shared a life with. The one.
Okay, don’t stand out here like a fooking wanker, go in Louis told himself taking his hands out of his pockets, clearing his throat, exhaling, his feet walking over the pavement, he stepped up the one step into the shop, his hand shook a bit as he placed it on the old handle, pushing the wooden door open a bell rang. His feet stepped on the wooden floors as his eyes found the most handsome man in the shop, sitting there at the table with two coffee mugs, and in his black shirt and white hearts. Harry stood up, his chair making a bit of a squeaking sound as he did. Walk, Louis reminded himself as he made his way towards Harry.
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2 April 08:30
Harry felt as if he was floating. He woke up at 6, took a nice shower washing his long hair (he needed it to get trimmed) and then getting ready in the shirt that Louis loved so much, he wasn’t sure if he should bring flowers, or homemade treats, but he just settled on himself. Clean, smelling good and ready to meet this man he was falling in love with and wasn’t sure if he should be at this point.
“Okay Harry, you got this just be you. As weird, and wacky and lame,” Harry told himself as he left his flat. Making sure that the door was locked before jogging down the faded wood steps and out the front door. The sun felt amazing on his skin as he took a right and headed to the coffee shop that he held as his sanctuary away from the world. He had never brought anyone here, Zayn had been once when he went on his own but Harry would come and just read, or do school work, and other times he would just sit there and watch those around him. But today, today he was sharing his sanctuary with Louis. Never once did he think this was a bad idea, this could be their sanctuary, they could come here after a long day and decompress, not even saying a word but both doing work, enjoying small secret smiles, a few games of footies.
Don’t think that far… but don’t stop this is you Harry. You think like this and to be honest he could be the one. The one, and the fact that he could be the one should be scary but it makes me so happy. So bloody happy that I want to sing like i’m in some musical. But don’t people will think you are mental, or some kind of art student. Harry told himself as he shook his head as his boots clicked on the pavement. Zayn had sent a message telling Harry to let him know what happens and to keep him updated and if he needed to use the code word so he would know if Louis had killed him.
Which he knew that he wasn’t going to. If he would, maybe criminal minds would base an episode off of it. He had to look at the positives, right?
Walking around the corner Harry felt at home, his hand pushed the door open as the bell chimed Harry found the proper table for him and Louis, setting his jean jacket on the back of the chair he checked his mobile, Louis would be here within a few moments, so he headed over to the counter to order his drink and one for Louis.
“You normally don’t show your face here on a Saturday, what are you doing here?” Stacey asked as she wiped her hand on her blue apron.
“I… I umm have a date,” he told her with a shy smile. “So can I get two vanilla lattes with a shot of the caramel creamer please, no questions asked I’m nervous and I will let you know how it goes when he walks in and if we walk out together,” Harry told her as Stacey’s face lit up like a Christmas Tree.
“On the house,” she told him. “Go sit down and I will bring them over to you,” she said as Harry put his hands together and bent down a bit as a thank you to her. Walking back over to his table he took his seat and faced the door. Reaching into his jacket pocket he saw it was 8:42 and Louis should be here at any moment. Stacey walked over and set down the two mugs for Harry as she smiled at him and headed back behind the counter.
Harry took a deep breath in as he tapped on the table as the bell over the door rang and he looked up and saw the man who had stolen his heart standing there looking perfect. Pushing away from the table his chair squeaked a bit but he smiled, his lips unable to stop smiling as Louis walked towards him. Harry could hear his heart, he could feel his heart wanting to jump out of his chest as Louis walked over to him, his dirty white converse stood toe to toe with Harry’s black boots.
“Hi,” Louis said his voice a bit shaky as his lips curved into a smile and his blue-ish, green-ish blue eyes. He was far from 5’9 but he blamed that on his friends who made the profile. His voice sounded better than he had ever imagined.
“Hello,” Harry replied back.