Louis' POV:

Liam and Zayn wish me good luck on my date with two quick hugs before I'm out the door and driving to the address Harry sent me. He said the date wasn't a super formal thing by any means and said I shouldn't feel obligated to dress up or anything.

After going between three outfits and getting Zayn's opinion on all of them, I settled on a semi-casual look. I'm wearing a pair of slim grey joggers with a black and white stripe, a white undershirt, and an oversized Polari sweatshirt on top.

Harry hasn't specified much about what we're doing, just a simple 'trust me x' text and an address.

The GPS navigates me through the streets of London and I end up parked in front of a Greek restaurant. I'm not entirely sure the extent of information that Liam told Harry about me, but clearly they covered the types of food I like.

I park the car and pay the meter. Looking around, I don't see Harry around yet so I stand outside of the front door and pull out my phone.

As if on cue, Harry texts me the second I open my phone. 

Harry: hi lou

Me: hi! I just got here

Harry: i know, you look amazing

My head snaps up and scans the line of parked cars across the side of the road, but there's not one single black SUV to be seen.

Me: are you here?

Harry: yeah :)

Harry: i like your sweatshirt. i have a Polari shirt, but not a hoodie

Me: wait how can you see me? where are you?

Me: and thank you 🥺

Harry: I'm here - niall's going on his own date with your friend (he's so excited) and he offered to give me a drive here since it's on the way

Me: omg niall and juan luis are going on a date too? i know you haven't seen them together before, but take my word for it that they'll adorable together

Harry: i believe you :) also niall says hi and he thinks your hair looks great

Me: thanks niall - i'd compliment you guys too, but i have no fucking clue where you are?

Harry: haha sorry to keep you waiting but you look really cute

Harry: ok i'm coming 

None of the cars in front of me move, nor do their doors open. So when someone taps me lightly on the shoulder I almost scream and chuck my phone across the ocean. 

"Harry!" I say, whipping around.

My jaw drops when I see him in front of me. He looks absolutely stunning, even though its just a causal date according to him. His brown curls are laying perfectly on his head, his green eyes are alive with energy, and his smile brighter than ever. 

He's wearing ripped black skinnies, brown suede boots, and a blue shirt that conveniently has the top button or two unbuttoned, exposing his chest a bit more than usual. 

And, fuck, is he beautiful.

"Want to get something to eat?" He asks and I nod quickly, trying to brush off the fact that I almost just got scare shitless from a simple tap on my shoulder.

He puts one of his big, warm hands on the small of my back and leads me into the restaurant where we're met with delicious smells of a variety of Greek foods.

"A table for two, please," Harry says to the hostess kindly.

She brings us to a table along the far wall and Harry and I take our seats across from one another as she puts two menus out in front of us.

"Can I start you two off with something to eat?" The hostess - Georgia - asks us.

"Just a glass of water is fine for me, thanks. Louis?"

"Don't judge me for this," I say, pointing at Harry, "But, um, do you have any orange juice?"

She nods and says she'll be back soon with our drinks and to take our food orders.

"Orange juice?" Harry asks, laughing lightly.

"I know, I know, it's just really good and I'm in the mood. I'm not some sort of childish, mature person, I promise!"

"I never said you were," Harry puts his hands in the air with an innocent tone in his voice, "I drink apple juice often in the mornings if I don't have coffee or tea."

He smiles a bright and flashy smile where his dimples become indented in his cheeks. "What are you going to eat?"

I glance over the menu, quickly, as does he. "Probably a gyro, they're my favorite Greek food. How about you?"

"Same here, they're so good,"

Georgia returns with our drinks and takes our orders before heading back into the kitchen with our orders written down on a little notebook.

"So I heard you saw Liam at the photoshoot?"

"Oh, yeah! It was this big collab between different designers including Gucci and Hugo Boss. I didn't expect to see him there since I've never been to a Hugo collab before, but it was nice talking to him. We even took pictures together!"

"Liam didn't tell me Gucci was part of his shoot, so when he sent me a selfie with you two together, I was so surprised. Did he say anything shitty about me?"

"No," Harry laughs and I breathe a sigh of relief. "We talked mainly about how you guys became friends, a bit about his relationship with Zayn, and a few other things,"

"Oh, good. Liam's amazing, I don't know what I'd do without him, same with Zayn. But I can guarantee you that if Zayn was at that photo shoot, he'd tell you all the most embarrassing stories and stuff about me that he could think of,"

"Maybe I'll have to talk with Zayn sometime," He jokes and I swat his arm.

"Harold Styles, don't you dare use my friends' stories as blackmail against me,"

"Mmm, we'll see," He hums.

"If you get dirt from Liam or Zayn, I'm turning to Niall for stories about you," I playfully threaten, earning a cute grin from Harry.

"Speaking of, is Juan Luis nice? I mean, of course, he's nice because you wouldn't be friends with him if he was mean, but I mean like do their personalities seem to suit one another?"

"One hundred percent yes. Juan Luis is so sweet and gets together with Niall so well," Just like you and me, "He even got super flustered when he first saw Niall and I've never seen him so nervous and excited to meet someone before,"

"Flustered?" Harry smirks, "Just like you at the cafe,"

I open my mouth in protest, but I'm well aware that I was equally flustered when Liam and Zayn first told me to glance at the stage. I bet if you looked up 'flustered' in the dictionary, you'd have a picture of me gawking in the booth. I just didn't know that Harry had noticed, and I can feel myself blush.

"I had to keep my eyes down and focus on my guitar after I saw you that morning in the cafe, the morning before the movies. If I were to do the same and stare back into the booth, because trust me I wanted to, I was bound to mess up my song. I even saw when Zayn and Liam took a selfie with you."

"Oh god, that picture will haunt me for all eternity," I grumble.

"I haven't actually seen the picture, but I'm sure you looked wonderful in it. You seem like the effortlessly photogenic person,"

"Well you looked like a god on stage, so maybe you radiated a bit of that beauty and glow onto me because I'm anything but a photogenic person," 

I feel cheesy, but he really did - and does - look like a fucking god with his hot jawline, emerald eyes, easy smile, and impeccable taste in clothing. You get the idea.

Georgia comes over to our table carrying two plates of gyros. We thank her and promise to resume our conversation with one another (that's arguably turned into a showering of compliments between the two of us) after we're a few bites deep.

The gyros taste amazing and they're gone in under 15 minutes, with natural small talk filling the time between bites. Not to mention the fact that we found ourselves holding hands across the table soon after getting our gyros. 

His hands are so big and warm, engulfing my small, cool hands. It feels natural when we come together, like a force of nature. There's a strong physical and emotional attraction I have towards him, and there's no denying I like him at this point.

We stay at our table, just talking and hand-holding (maybe with a bit of footsie underneath the table) and having a really great time with one another.

"Thanks for dinner, Harry," I thank him warmly once we finally decide to head out. Despite my protests, he picks up the tab and the tip.

"Of course, Lou," 

We stand up and he puts his hand around my waist and pulls me closer to him as we walk out of the restaurant. I feel all warm and tingly inside, and I rest my head on his shoulder when he stops on the sidewalk, right where I was standing when I waited for him.

"Louis?"

"Hmm?" I take my head off his shoulder to look up at him, and he's got a knowing smile on his face, his jade eyes gleaming from the street lights in the night.

He says nothing in return. Instead, he lightly wraps his hands around my neck and leans in. I can feel the warm breath on my face before he kisses me softly, his hands grazing my jaw ever so lightly. 

Fireworks go off in my head as his warm lips meet mine and my eyes flutter shut as I wrap my hands around his back. The kiss is soft and sweet, nothing deep or needy, and my whole body feels like it's on Cloud 9. Emotions of all sorts I had are coursing through my body, the adrenaline raging in my veins. 

After our long kiss and a few short ones, Harry finally pulls back for air.

"I really wanted to do that," He whispers, squeezing my hand.

"Well, shit, so did I," I beam like a kid in a candy shop, feeling like I just hit the lottery.

"One more thing," Harry is grinning from ear to ear.

"What's that?" I hum, and I can see a rosy shade of pink dusting his cheeks.

"Want to go clubbing with me?"

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TIME TO HIT THE CLUB - what you want to happen next?

and WOOT WOOT time for the rest of their date!!

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