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harrystyles: guess what  louis

harrystyles: i can see your face right now

harrystyles: want to know why

harrystyles: because you are sitting next to me

harrystyles: in a car

harrystyles: i can feel your thigh touching mine

harrystyles: want to know why

harrystyles: because you are still sitting next to me

harrystyles: still in a car

harrystyles: i can also see that you are looking at me

louist91: ...

harrystyles: want to know why

harrystyles: WTF WHY DID YOU SWITCH SEATS WITH LIAM

louist91: u were HARASSING ME

harrystyles: I WAS NOT I WAS ADMIRING YOU

harrystyles: YOU'RE SO UGLY TO ME

louist91: ur so ugly to EVERYONE

harrystyles: that's a lie I'm so nice

louist91: liar liar pants for hire

harrystyles: it's pants on fire louis

louist91: well u would know

louist91: liar

harrystyles: stop speaking to me

louist91: ok

harrystyles: wait no

harrystyles: i wasn't being serious come back

harrystyles: LOUIS

"Liam," Harry whispered, setting his phone down and poking Liam's shoulder.

"What?" Liam whispered back, turning away from his phone. Honestly, he was quite surprised that Harry actually spoke to him. Ever since they've arrived, Harry's attention has been fixated on Louis. Liam was starting to wonder if Harry even remembered him and Zayn came too.

"Poke Louis please," Harry only said, pointing to Louis who could, obviously, hear their conversation.

"Oh," Liam replied, disappointedly. He should've known Harry only wanted to talk to him about Louis. Liam then turned to Louis and poked his shoulder, "Louis."

"What?" Louis mockingly whispered back, turning to Liam.

"Harry told me to poke you," Liam said.

"Then poke him back for me."

"Got it."

Then, a poke to Harry who looked at Liam very confused, "Why did you poke me?"

"Louis told me to."

Harry took immediate offense to this, which Louis completely expected. Harry shook his head and glared at Louis, "Well then poke him again, but this time twice!" Harry said to Liam.

Liam turned once again, poking Louis twice.

"Alright," Louis mischievously whispered to Liam, "Now poke Harry back three times, but really hard."

"Are you sure?" Liam questioned.

"Do it!"

Then following, three very hard pokes to Harry's shoulder. Which, surprisingly, actually hurt him a lot. But Harry overreacted nonetheless.

"What the heck?!" Harry turned to Liam, angrily, rubbing his previously poked shoulder, "Why did you poke me so hard?!"

"He told me to!" Liam defended himself, pointing at Louis.

"I did not," Louis said back, making Liam widen his eyes.

"What the fuck, you did!" Liam argued.

"I would never tell you to poke Harry that hard!" Louis shook his head, looking at Harry with his puppy dog eyes. Harry believed him.

"Well then," Harry said, pressing his finger on Liam's shoulder with much more force, "Take that!"

"I didn't poke you that hard!" Liam screeched, grabbing his shoulder in pain.

"Don't lie, Liam," Louis tried his hardest to hold back his laughs, "We all know your true intentions!"

"Don't poke me, poke Zayn!" Liam quickly said before Harry could poke him again.

"Poke Zayn for me, Louis!" Harry leaned over to say to Louis.

"Got it, curly," Louis shot Harry a thumbs up before poking Zayn, who had his earphones in.

Zayn pulled one earphone out of his ear and looked at Louis, "What?"

"Harry told me to poke you," Louis answered.

"Oh," Zayn simply replied, then leaning forward to look at Harry, "What?"

"It was all Liam," Harry pointed at Liam, who shook his head quickly.

"You two are such liars!" Liam huffed.

"Liar, liar, pants for hire!" Louis chanted at Harry, who rolled his eyes.

"It's pants on fire, Louis!" Harry yelled back.

"You would know..." Louis trailed off, making Harry jump in his seat.

"Don't say it!" Harry threatened.

"Liar!" Louis leaned over to say in Harry's face.

Suddenly, Harry leaped from his seat and over Liam to pounce onto Louis. This caused Liam to squeal and Zayn to put his earphones back in his ears.

"I told you I'm not a liar!" Harry hollered at Louis as he poked him viciously.

"Get off me, you giant goat!" Louis yelled back, trying to wiggle out from under Harry.

"Harry the lying goat!" Liam joined in the commotion.

"Taking the front seat was a good choice," Niall turned to Grimmy from the passenger seat, flashing him a toothy smile.

"I WON'T TAKE THIS ABUSE!" Harry shouted, crawling over Liam and pulling the door handle. Harry's goal was to tuck and roll and escape, but his plan was side tracked once he noticed how fast the car was going.

"Harry!" Liam shrieked, scooting away from the open door.

"Close the door!" Louis yelled at Harry, trying to get his attention, but failed as Harry starting screaming at the top of his lungs.

"MY LEG IS OUTSIDE THE CAR," Harry cried, holding onto his seat for dear life, "THIS IS THE END."

"Hurry, speed up," Niall chuckled to Grimmy.

"Slow this car down!" Louis demanded, making Grimmy roll his eyes.

"You're never setting foot in my car again," Grimmy grumbled as he slowed down the car, allowing Harry to regain his composure.

"Pull him back in!" Louis ordered Liam, but stopped him once he took a look at Harry, "What are you doing?"

Harry, with both his legs hanging out the car door, turned back at Louis before dramatically saying, "This is what I've wanted all along!"

"You're not seriously going to jump, are you?" Liam questioned. And not with worry or fear, with disbelief. It's not like if he jumped, he'd hurt himself. The car was going like 5 miles an hour.

"I must!" Harry announced, turning back around towards the open door.

And just as Harry was about to set his feet down, Louis leaned towards Grimmy's seat and said, "Speed up."

"Alrighty."

"What did you tell-OH MY GOD NO SLOW DOWN!"

"What's happening?" Zayn asked as he pulled one earphone out from his ear.

"PULL ME IN, PULL ME IN!" Harry screamed, grabbing onto Liam to pull himself back into the car.

Liam grabbed onto Harry's arms and pulled him back into the car, Louis leaning over and closing the door shut. Harry laid across Liam's lap and set his head onto Zayn's lap, who was completely and utterly confused.

"What just happened?" Zayn asked the three boys in the back seat with him, but was ignored as Harry only replied,

"Nothing important, now pet my head."

"What?!" Louis protested before Zayn could set him hand on Harry's hair, "I'm the one who should be petting your hair!"

"You're the one who almost got me killed!" Harry said, snuggling his head into Zayn's lap.

"Me? It was Liam!"

"I can't hear you over Zayn's hands petting my voluptuous, curly hair."

"I haven't even touched you," Zayn pointed out.

"Then start now."

"That's it," said Louis, as he set his hand on the car handle, "I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna jump."

"Do a flip!" came from Niall.

"Tuck and roll!" from Liam.

"Die." from Harry.

Louis turned around towards the boys and squinted at them, "So when Harry threatens to jump, there's an entire fiasco preventing him and when I threaten to jump, I'm told to suck it up?"

"I didn't tell you to suck it up," Harry mumbled, "I told you to die."

"Uglies first," Louis said in reply, making Harry gasp and jump up from his lying position.

"You're so rude to me!" Harry pointed his finger at Louis, who smirked at him in return, "You act like I'm nothing to you!"

"You are nothing!"

"LOUIS WILLIAM TOMLINSON, WE HAVE A SON!"

"Who you won't let me bond with!"

"We've discussed this already, Louis-"

Suddenly, the car halted to a stop on the side of the road and they both turned their heads to Grimmy, who was staring right back at them.

"Get divorced all you want, just not in here," Grimmy announced, "I will not let your dying marriage haunt my car."

There were no words spoken as Louis and Harry stared right back at Grimmy, who was just waiting for them to step out of his car. Truthfully, there was no way that would actually happen.

"Dude, you're funny," Louis laughed, sitting himself back down in his seat.

"Our marriage is not dying," Harry disagreed, scooting himself closer to Louis just to prove his point, "Now keep driving, ugly."

And of course, all that Grimmy could do is roll his eyes, turn back around, and start driving home again. Not talking back to Harry was like the golden rule for Niall and Grimmy. It didn't use to be this way, but once Harry started reading more about parenthood, he was pronounced the mother of the group. Harry really wants to be a parent.

"So about Louis Jr," Louis suddenly spoke up, looking up at Harry who was sat next to him.

And now, he kinda is.

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"What are we gonna do first!" Harry squealed as he skipped through the door before anyone else could.

Honestly, he didn't need to ask. He's had their entire week planned since the day Louis told him he was visiting Holmes Chapel. First, they were going to get lunch with the guys. Of course, there were a couple difficulties getting through that one, but they had lunch nonetheless. Next, Harry was going to take Louis through the town and, not so coincidentally, come across the Holmes Chapel Civil Parish. On the green grass will be set up a cute little picnic, thanks to Niall, and Louis and Harry will sit down and have a nice dinner together. Then they'll go home, eat some ice cream, and cuddle Louis Jr. together until they fall asleep. The end.

"Well first," Louis replied, trying to catch up to a skipping Harry, "You should go change."

Harry stopped in his tracks and slowly turned around to look at Louis who was standing directly behind him. The intensity in Harry's eyes was honestly so confusing to Louis, he couldn't tell if he was actually bothered by his suggestion or if he was just that good of an actor.

"I," Harry started, setting his hand on top of his heart, "am me."

Well, he's being serious. Louis should've known. Harry can't act for shit.

"You want me to change who I am?" Harry asked, still clutching onto his chest for dramatic purposes, "No can do, Tomalomadingdong. I am here to please me, not you."

Louis stood in his own spot, not amused one bit. That's actually a lie, Louis is always amused with Harry.

"Harry," Louis softly said, "Please go change."

Well, when he said please.

"Okay," Harry agreed after a couple seconds of silence, hopping his way up the stairs. Yes, like actual hopping. He was excited.

Louis stared up at Harry as he jumped up each step and chuckled quietly to himself. If he's being completely honest, he knew this is exactly how Harry would be. Harry reminded him of a rabbit sometimes. A really, hyper, excited rabbit.

Louis made his way towards the closest seat and let himself fall onto the couch. Louis was a firm believer in "mi casa es su casa."

Suddenly, his phone vibrated in his back pocket and he pulled it out, the vibrations still coming. Once he saw it was from Harry, he smiled. Opening up his texting app, Louis realized it was from their group chat with Niall. Huh.

harrystyles: NIALL COME HELP ME PICK AN OUTFIT I NEED TO LOOK LIKE A QUEEN

harrystyles: WAIT

harrystyles: THIS IS NOT

harrystyles: WHAT I WANTED

harrystyles: I HAVE TO GO

harrystyles: IMMEDIATELY

harrystyles: GOODBYE

Louis loves having power over Harry. Louis especially loves when Harry just hands it right to him.

louist91: so u need to look like a queen huh

louist91: is it because

louist91: im ur king

louist91: is that it

louist91: my queen

harrystyles: STOP YOURSELF

harrystyles: I SAID GOODBYE

louist91: well i am saying hello

louist91: hello

harrystyles: GOODBYE

Louis decided to just leave it at there, closing his phone and putting it back in his back pocket. It makes him feel great when he knows Harry really cares what he thinks. Not that it'd really matter, anyways. Harry could dress as a grilled burrito and Louis would still think he was the most beautiful man in the world.

Then, completely out of nowhere, Louis felt something jump onto his stomach. He initial instinct was to scream.

"WHAT IS THIS," Louis yelled at the top of his lungs, his eyes darting to the giant, grey fluff piled on top of his stomach. He couldn't seem to gather together what the heck was lying on top of his chest, but it was fluffy and he kinda didn't want it to leave.

"Harry?!" Louis yelled from his spot, still refusing to bother the giant ball of fur, "Do you guys have like huge rats or something?"

Louis didn't get a response in return, so he continued to carefully study what was on his chest. It reminded him of himself kinda. Just lies down wherever it pleases and naps on total strangers. Louis was starting to grow fond of this giant rat.

"We do not have rats in this household," Harry's voice suddenly spoke, coming down the staircase, "Unless you count Niall."

Harry then reached the bottom of the stairs, continuing to button up his shirt. Harry then squinted his eyes at the fluff on Louis' chest and gasped, "Louis, you idiot! That's Louis!"

"I am Louis," said Louis.

The fluff then picked up its head and Louis recognized it to be a cat. Oh right!

"Oh, it's Louis Jr!" Louis yelled, startling the cat but then petting his ears, "I knew he reminded me of myself."

"Oh my god, you're meeting for the first time ever!" Harry squealed, pulling his phone out from his back pocket and pointing the camera right at Louis and Louis Jr. on the couch, "I need a picture."

"You're so soft," Louis whispered to the cat, rubbing his cheek against his fur as Harry got ready to take a picture, "Never leave my side."

"Louis, move Louis a little to the right!" Harry instructed, waving his hand at the two.

Louis looked down at the cat, who naturally responded by looking back up at him, "So are you moving me to the right or?"

Louis the cat only continued to stare at Louis, so Louis took that as a, "I don't know either, dude. Also, you're really pretty."

"Thank you, Louis," Louis spoke up, turning back towards Harry with the camera.

"Guys, cooperate with me here," Harry whined at Louis and the cat, pouting his lips and batting his eyes like a seven year old, "I need a good picture for my Instagram feed."

"Your Instagram?" Louis said, shaking his head afterwards, "I don't like your Instagram."

"What?!" Harry screamed, accidentally tossing his phone behind him as he stomped closer to Louis, "What do you mean you don't like my Instagram?! It's so pretty!"

Louis sighed and stood up, setting an apologetic hand on Harry's shoulder, "It may be here is Sherlock chapel..."

"It's Holmes Chapel-"

"...But everywhere else in the world," Louis continued on, stopping for dramatic effect, "It's bland."

Harry couldn't believe the words he was hearing. His Instagram was the bomb dot fricking com. Or that's what some old guy told him in a thrift store once. The old guy had a really greasy man-bun and super tall cowboy boots, but despite his unwelcoming appearance, Harry took his compliment as a personal award to himself and his Instagram. Louis has no idea what he's talking.

"You have no idea what you're talking about," Harry huffed out, leaning forward to grab Louis the cat and take him into his arms.

"Are you kidding me?" Louis chuckled, flipping his hair - or the little tail that hangs down his face, "My Instagram is goals TBH, OMG, BFFL."

"Shut up," Harry countered, turning away from Louis with Louis the cat still in his arms, "Your Instagram feed is just you when you're drunk, you when you're partying and you when you're with friends who I don't know."

"Don't forget me when I'm looking great!" Louis smiled.

Harry squinted his eyes at Louis, "I'm always afraid to open your Instagram pictures. I don't know what to expect."

"Open?" Louis questioned, an exaggerated smile on his lips, "So... you get notifications when I post?"

Harry paused, not saying a word before he uttered out, "No comment."

"No way!" Louis laughed evilly, moving in closer to Harry who only inches away, "You have my notifs on!"

"Niall wanted me to turn them on because you won't accept his follow request and he wants to know what you post," Harry smoothly lied, carrying Louis the cat in his arms upstairs.

Louis scoffed and trailed after Harry, "Well, can you blame me? All he use to comment was 'larry is real ! yeah buddy !' and 'hahaha what a guy !'."

"He spams my comment with 'larry is real' too," Harry said, matter-o-factly, "but I can't just block him. You're not playing fair."

"I never play fair," Louis retorted.

Harry paused at the top of the stairs, pondering over Louis' statement, "Okay, true."

"But the point here is that my Instagram is superior to yours and you praise the ground I walk on," Louis confidently said, crossing his arms over his chest and pointing his chin straight at the ceiling. It hurt his neck, but he looked cool, and pain is beauty.

"Your Instagram is trash and I hate everything about you," Harry replied, setting Louis the cat down and letting him scurry off as he and Louis continued their argument.

"Oh, really?" Louis raised his eyebrows.

"Yes, really," Harry said back, not even turning around to look back at him, "Plus, you smoked a cigarette which I specifically asked you not to do."

"What?" Louis furrowed his eyebrows, "How did you know? Did you smell it on my breath? Did Liam snitch to you?"

Harry immediately stopped in his spot and slowly turned his head to Louis, "I was talking about when we were skating earlier..."

Louis blinked, "Uh, yeah, right."

Harry turned himself fully around to face Louis and tapped his left foot, "Liam wasn't there."

"I'm sure he was."

"He wasn't," Harry sternly replied, "How could he snitch if he wasn't there?"

Louis shrugged, obviously overwhelmed by being cornered with questions, "He's a natural born snitch, he'd find a way..."

"UNLESS," Harry raised his voice, slowly and threateningly stepping towards Louis, who was backing away at the same pace, "You had a cigarette BEFORE you arrived and tried to hide it from me!"

Louis frantically shook his head, "Not at all! I promise!"

"I don't believe you!" Harry yelled, stomping away from Louis and towards his room, "Now I really do hate you!"

"Well, I don't believe you," Louis yelled back, stomping right after Harry, the only difference being that when Harry stomped it was loud and when Louis stomped it only sounded like little pitter patters, "There's no way you hate me!"

Harry turned himself around to yell back at Louis, clearly wanting to get his disappointment across, "Well apparently there is a way because I hate you now!"

"Liar, liar, pants for-"

Harry then grabbed Louis by his collar and pulled him closer, stopping once their faces were an inch apart. This didn't, however, go at all how Louis expected and hoped.

"Don't say for hire," Harry practically growled, causing Louis' eyes to widen and Louis' something else to harden. Yikes.

"Damn, alright," Louis nervously chuckled, pushing Harry off and quickly turning himself around, not wanting Harry to see his... Well, you know, "Someone can't take a joke."

Harry's eyes suddenly brightened, "Joke? I can tell a joke!"

Louis stayed silent. He could let Harry tell his, probably awful, stupid yet amusing, joke and get let off the hook for smoking. Or he could have the man he's kinda sorta in love with hate him more than he already does for the rest of time. Hmmm.

"Goodbye," Louis said in reply, rushing down the stairs before Harry could say anything else.

"I hate you!" Louis heard Harry scream from atop the stairs, but he was much too busy to yell anything back.

Louis knew the rest of the guys were still outside, doing what? He didn't care. All he cared about right now was finding an unoccupied bathroom and a very flattering picture of Harry.

Eventually, Louis came across an empty bathroom and slipped inside, ready to fix himself up for his and Harry's long day. Let's just hope that Harry doesn't pull another, 'I'm totally innocent so I don't realize how much I'm making your dick wiggle right now.'

For Louis' sake.

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Harry, after one long and hard hour, has finally finished readying himself to go and explore the town with Louis. Well, help Louis explore the town. It's not like Harry has much to explore considering he's lived here his entire life. Probably the only thing Harry hasn't seen in Holmes Chapel is what is in the sewers. Niall has seen it, though. Don't ask why or how, but Niall lived in the sewers once for a good three days. That's a story for another time.

Harry stared at his reflection in his full body mirror, striking every pose known to man. Harry has never thought this about himself, but HOT DAMN he looked good right now.

"Who's that sexy jungle gorilla right there?" Harry whispered to himself, sliding his arms down his exposed chest and towards his crotch, "That's right. It's Styles, baby."

Harry then continued to seduce himself in the mirror, this time rutting his butt against the mirror and craning his neck to try and see how he looked doing so, "Who's going to quite possibly get the love of his life's willy up his butt this week? This beautiful guy!"

It was embarrassing to admit, but Harry definitely wanted to have Louis fuck him before he goes back to Doncaster - preferably after they start dating. It made Harry feel nasty and dirty to think about it, yet that's all he could think about sometimes. Harry hated it, but kinda really loved it too.

As Harry continued to twerk on his mirror chanting, "I'm gonna have a boyfriend! I'm gonna have a boyfriend!" Louis started to get a bit anxious downstairs.

Louis bounced his leg up and down, growing more impatient than he already was. Louis had tried to understand. Harry wanted to look good, he got that, but damn if he took one hour he better be wearing all gold with a full face of makeup.

"I'm done!" Louis heard Harry yell from upstairs along with some running around.

"I'm about done too," Louis sighed, standing up from the couch and heading towards the stairs.

Louis had so many questions at this point. Why did it take Harry so long to get ready? Were they even going to explore the town considering they've wasted so much time? Did they happen to have poptarts in their pantry? Where the fuck are Niall, Liam and Zayn?!

Louis speed-walked down the hallway to Harry's open door, curious as to what the hell Harry was even doing anymore. Had he fallen and knocked himself unconscious for the past hour? Had someone broken in through the window and kidnapped him? Had he been bit by a frog and was morphing into a frogman? Louis finally made it to Harry's open door and peeked inside.

Well, Louis' assumptions were wrong.

Harry had Louis the cat wrapped in his arms, swinging him around slowly with his eyes closed, singing quietly to himself, "Louis' gonna be my- what what?" Harry then held Louis the cat up and said in a high pitched voice, "boyfriend!"

Louis was speechless. Why wasn't he creeped out, though?

Louis made sure to make his footsteps almost silent as he continued towards Harry. Harry didn't notice, of course, and didn't stop dancing with the cat. Oh, how Louis loved this kid.

"Louis' gonna be my- what what?" Harry sang again, ready to speak for his cat. But Louis beat him to it.

"Boyfriend?" Louis spoke up, causing Harry to shriek and hug onto his cat, stepping backwards and away from Louis. 

Louis decided to let his eyes land on the outfit Harry had been working on for one hour and, hopefully, understand why it took so fucking long. Thankfully, it wasn't a crop top and skinny jeans. Harry was wearing a whole shirt this time, black with little pink leaf looking things. Kinda looks like shrimp in a way. Fuck, Louis doesn't know how to explain that shit besides that it looked gorgeous on Harry.

"Stop looking at me like that," Harry scrunched up his nose, which Louis thought was in disgust but was actually in complete fond, "I should kick you out for the way that you scared me. Disgraceful."

Louis ignored what Harry said and smiled cheekily instead, "Louis' gonna be your- what what?"

Harry grunted, "Shut up, ferret, I wasn't even talking about you."

Louis laughed, "Where is this other Louis then, I'd love to meet him."

"You already have," Harry replied, running to his bed and picking up Louis the cat in his arms, "Here he is, my soon-to-be boyfriend."

Nice save, Louis thought to himself, but not nice enough.

"Harry Styles," Louis said in a disappointed voice, "Not only is Louis the cat your son, but he is also, as his name would suggest, a cat."

Harry set Louis the cat back down on his bed and laid down next to him, "Louis, you know nothing about true love."

Harry didn't mean for his words to come off so harsh, but they had and Louis sensed that immediately. Harry realized his mistake right after he said those words and let his head fall downwards, his eyes awkwardly focusing on Louis the cat. Harry was too scared to look back up at Louis, too embarrassed. Harry felt stupid for making such a meaningless joke so personal, but he couldn't help it. Louis really didn't know the first thing about love if he couldn't see that Harry was dying to be with him.

Louis knew this would happen. His indecisiveness was not only hurting himself, but it was also hurting Harry. Louis just wished he could get his feelings together and be able to give Harry the love he really deserved.

Louis shook his head and started moving closer to Harry on the bed, who could feel Louis' presence inching closer, "I do. I really do."

Harry didn't speak, just continued to pet the cat as Louis talked, "It's just... Hard, I guess."

"It's really not," Harry selfishly muttered to himself, making Louis sigh.

"But it is," Louis chuckled, gravitating closer and closer to Harry on the bed, "Especially considering who I'm in love with."

Harry's hand froze on the cat and he stopped breathing for a pure second. Harry then recomposed himself and casually asked, "Who is he?"

Harry was waiting. Waiting to either his own name and feel complete, or hear the name of another man and shatter.

"He's," Louis paused, standing at the foot of the bed and brushing his own leg against Harry's which hung off the bed, "Beautiful."

Okay what, Harry thought, picking up his head to look at Louis, who was already beginning to lean over him. Okay, really, WHAT?

"He's funny," Louis said, nearly straddling Harry's body, "He's confident, and kind, and understanding..."

At this point, Louis' was actually on top of Harry, who was still lying down and practically panting. Harry didn't know if this was actually real, it was way too overwhelming to comprehend. Harry needed an inhaler, holy shit.

"He's perfect," Louis whispered, bringing his face only a couple inches away from Harry's, "Absolutely flawless."

It was pretty obvious at this point that Louis wasn't talking to Harry about who he loved, but rather talking about Harry himself. Of course, though, Harry need some confirmation.

"What does he look like?" Harry asked, making Louis want to roll his eyes. He did realize he was talking about him, right? For fucks sake, this kid is so oblivious.

"He's... got this long hair, right?" Louis focussed his attention on Harry's hair, wrapping a strand around his finger, "Brown, beautiful, curly..."

Harry was screaming on the inside, this was TOO MUCH.

"And his jawline," Louis slowly traced his finger down Harry's jaw then let his thumb brush across Harry's mouth, "And his lips..."

Harry looked down at Louis. He had gotten closer. Fuck, this isn't happening.

"And his eyes," Louis leaned closer, now making direct eye contact with Harry. This was too real for Harry.

"His eyes?" Harry barely choked out.

"Comfort, trust," Louis dazed off, "Home."

Harry swallowed absolutely nothing, just trying to make his mouth less dry. This was torture. Harry didn't know if he hated or loved this.

"Then why is it so hard?" Harry wondered out loud.

Louis paused, never tearing his eyes away from Harry's, "Because of all these things that he is and..."

"And?"

Louis' voice cracked, "And all these things I'm not."

"And what exactly aren't you?" Harry shook his head lightly.

"Ready." Louis answered.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, letting his head fall back on the bed. He hated this. He hated that he wasn't ready, he hated that he couldn't have him now. But he hated seeing him hurting more than he hated the wait.

"You said he's understanding?" Harry picked his head back up, looking back into Louis' eyes, "Right?"

Louis nodded, too torn up to speak a word.

"Then that means," Harry brought his hands up to Louis' face, holding his cheeks gently, "He's patient too. He'll wait for you."

"He deserves more than that," Louis sternly replied, "He doesn't have to wait."

"But he wants to," Harry desperately said, "He wants to more than anything."

Louis weakly smiled down at Harry, "He's the best thing that's ever happened to me."

Harry smiled back, "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to him."

Harry knew this feeling. The atmosphere was screaming, "KISS KISS KISS," and both Louis and Harry could feel it. So what else could they do besides go with it?

Harry closed his eyes, not moving an inch to allow Louis kiss him when he was ready to. He suddenly felt Louis' face come closer and Harry felt like he was going to fucking explode, it was so satisfying to just feel him there. Louis' lips suddenly brushed on top of Harry's, making Harry want to die from pleasure, and they weren't even kissing just yet, but it was still so magical. Harry felt like this was it, the best moment of his life. Nothing could ruin this bliss surrounding him, nothing.

"Oh, WOW."

Okay, maybe something.

Louis quickly picked his head up from its current position and looked towards the doorway, Harry following right after to see Niall violently trembling.

Of course.

"OH WOW, JUST W W WOW, OKAY, WOOW, WEE WOO WEE WOO," Niall screamed-yes, actually screamed- while punching the air and fidgeting, "THIS IS JUST WOW, WOW, WOW. I CAN'T WOOOOW, WOAH, WOWW."

"Hello, Niall," Louis bitterly smiled, picking himself up from straddling Harry.

Wait no come back, Harry couldn't help but think to himself.

"WOW HI, WOW, WO WOW," Niall continued before he pointed behind him, "I'M JUST GONNA, WOW, GONNA... BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP," Niall shrieked out as he back away from the door frame.

"You do that," Louis said, pushing himself onto his feet and off the bed.

Harry quickly did the same, brushing off his shirt and standing awkwardly next to Louis with his hands behind his back. This was no longer a dream. This was a nightmare. A very, very awkward nightmare.

Louis glanced up at Harry and then patted his shoulder, "Well, let's get going now."

Louis then walked right out of the room and Harry tilted his head. Scratch that, this is a very, very confusing nightmare.

Suddenly, Louis the cat jumped right back on the bed where he was previously lying and meowed at Harry. Harry then sat back down next to him and stared mindlessly at the door where Louis had just previously walked out. Even though they hadn't kissed like he wanted, Harry was still happy. At least now he knew that Louis wanted him just as much as he wanted Louis. At least now he knew that in a matter of time, Louis was going to be his.

"He's totally gonna be my boyfriend," Harry said to Louis the cat.

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"I am TELLING YOU, LIAM," Niall aggressively whispered at Liam, tugging him by his shirt's collar, "It ALMOST HAPPENED and I was THERE to SEE IT."

After Niall has walked in on what could've been Larry's first kiss, Niall felt like he had witnessed God himself. It was a beautiful, magical moment that Niall would never forget. Ever.

"So does this mean we're dropping the mermaid and lighthouse?" Liam whispered back, hopefully.

Don't get him wrong, he was just as larry af as Niall, but he wasn't ready for this intense commitment. I mean, Niall kept him outside for an hour and a half just to show him how to work the camera and get the best possible shot. This kind of photography, Niall said to him, needs the best kind of quality.

"Of course we're not dropping the mermaid and lighthouse!" Niall exclaimed, making Liam hang his head in disappointment, "Getting that picture is still at the top of our agenda!"

"Ya know," Liam said, "I was hoping that during my visit here we could just hang out like, I don't know, friends? Just for fun?"

Niall didn't even blink, "This is fun."

Liam rolled his eyes. It was Niall. He couldn't reason with it, "Okay, fine, let's get that picture."

"Great!" Niall smiled, punching Liam's arm playfully, "Let's catch them before they leave."

As Niall continued to ramble on to Liam, Louis slowly made his way past them and into the living room where Zayn was awkwardly seated.

Louis sat himself down next to Zayn and said nothing, leaving Zayn to speak first.

"What's up?" Zayn asked.

"Harry and I almost fucking kissed!" Louis hissed out, his hands shaking.

Zayn blinked, "Yeah, I know."

Louis rolled his eyes," Oh, right, Niall was the one who walked in. That kid can't keep his mouth shut."

"No he cannot," Zayn simply replied. 

Louis shook his head, "What am I suppose to do now? We have an entire day ahead of us and I don't think I can hold myself back from holding his stupid, giant hand."

Zayn shrugged, turning to looks at Louis, "Then don't."

Louis looked at Zayn and cocked up one of his eyebrows, "Then don't?"

"Then don't hold yourself back," Zayn clarified, "Hold the dork's hand. He wants it just as badly as you do."

Just as Louis was going to reply back, he was interrupted by Harry coming down the stairs, holding a giant bag with him, "I am ready to go! I have my phone, my good boots, and my paper bag so if we buy things we won't hurt the earth with satanic plastic bags!"

"I hate him," Louis muttered to Zayn.

"No, you don't," Zayn retorted.

"No, I don't," Louis agreed.

"Ooh!" Harry squealed, running over to Liam, "Take a picture of us before we leave with your camera!"

"Uhh..." Liam hesitated.

Niall quickly interfered and nudged Liam hard, "Yeah, he will!"

"Yeah, I will!" Liam reacted quickly, making Harry clap his hands together.

"Yay! Come on, Louis!" Harry ran over to Louis and pulled him off the couch, tugging him next to him.

"Alright now!" Niall announced, pointing at Harry, "I'm gonna need you to roll up your sleeves, Harry!"

Harry complied, rolling up his sleeves, "Okay!"

Liam started to focus his camera closer in on Harry's arm, but still couldn't see Harry's tattoo. Niall leaned over Liam's shoulder and then yelled at Harry, "Okay, now turn around!"

"All the way around?" Harry asked.

"All the way around!" Niall confirmed, motioning with his finger to turn around.

Harry did as Niall said and looked over his shoulder, "Like this?"

Niall was satisfied though, "Wait, just face us a little tiny bit."

Harry turned just a little, but still too much for Niall, "Wait, no! Turn back a little!"

Harry turned a little, "A little more!" Turned a little more, "Wait, no, just a little bit towards us..." Harry slowly started moving back, "Okay, stop! Perfect!"

"Good..." Louis sighed to himself, getting impatient.

Niall then hummed to himself, "Okay, actually..."

"No!" Louis yelled, throwing his arms up in the air and grabbed Harry, leading him outside, "We've gotta get going, no time for a picture, bye!"

"No!" Niall hollered after them, "We were almost there, gosh dang it!"

It was too late though because Louis and Harry were already outside and walking on the sidewalk. Louis was glad that they could escape that picture, but as he heard Harry huff loudly next to him, he rolled his eyes, looking up at Harry next to him who was pouting.

"Yes, Harry?" Louis asked.

Harry stopped walking and stood in his spot, "I wanted a picture."

Louis grunted, "Really?"

"Really." Harry crossed his arms over his chest.

"Alright, alright, don't get all pouty," Louis said, pulling his phone from his back pocket, "You want a picture, we'll take one, okay?"

Harry smiled in satisfaction, "Okay."

Louis opened his camera and held his phone up, "Alright, now crouch down, you tree."

Harry tried his hardest to hold back his smile, "Small bean."

"Shut up and smile," Louis fondly said, holding his phone in front of them.

"Why aren't you smiling?!" Harry interrupted, pouting his lip again.

"Because I'm a gangsta," Louis said as if it were the most obvious thing ever, "Gangstas don't smile in pictures."

"Well, this gangsta is going to," Harry replied, looking at Louis through the screen of his phone.

"And why should this gangsta?" Louis scoffed.

"Because," Harry answered, hesitating before finishing his sentence, "The kid next to you is in love with your stupid gangsta smile."

Oh, shoot.

Louis couldn't control it anymore, he immediately smiled to himself, looking up at the camera. Harry proudly smiled at his accomplishment, too, quickly sticking up his peace sign before Louis snapped the picture.

Once the picture was taken, Harry looked down at it and chuckled, "You look cute."

Louis looked at it too, "I do."

Harry quickly turned his head to look down at Louis. Louis picked up his gaze from his phone and looked at Harry questionably, "What? You already know I think you're cute. Give me some credit."

Harry rolled his eyes and handed Louis back his phone, starting to walk down the sidewalk again, "Whatever. Today is a beautiful day, I'm here with a beautiful man, wearing a beautiful shirt. This day couldn't get better."

Louis stared down at Harry and his feet, walking in sync, but was then distracted by Harry's hand which was swinging back and forth. It was one of those dumb moments where Louis suddenly remembered what Zayn told him and Louis hated it. But the only thing he hated more than that dumb moment was the unfulfilled curiosity of what Harry's hand would feel like in his own.

So Louis, without thinking, grabbed Harry's hand and let his fingers slide in between Harry's. Really, it was so fucking worth it. 

It caught Harry a bit off-guard, scaring him just a little bit. But once he looked at their hands swinging together from the corner of his eye, he felt like fainting again.

Scratch what Harry had said just a second ago, this day just got better. And there was so much left to still do.

So as Louis and Harry walked down the sidewalk, hand-in-hand, Harry said a quiet prayer to himself.

Dear God, thank you for all that you've done for me so far today. It's been so great, like, it's not even birthday or anything. You're a cool guy, ya know. Anyways, I just want to ask you if you could keep it coming. That'd make you even cooler and I'd really appreciate it. Oh! And also please let this FUCKING ANGEL NEXT TO ME NEVER LEAVE MY SIDE EVER AGAIN, PLEASE.

Thank you and amen.

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Weenie - all humor

A high school au where, actually believed to be flawless, senior, Louis Tomlinson, gets everything handed to him on a silver platter. This is, until he meets average junior, Harry Styles. Louis calls Harry a weenie when he refuses to give him a piece of gum during school hours and let's just say, Harry would do absolutely anything to make sure Louis doesn't remember him as a 'weenie'. You could also say that Louis takes advantage of that.

Four Words - humor and drama

A high school-college au in which the school's loner, Louis Tomlinson doesn't speak a word to anyone, not even his family. That changes, though, when Louis' sophomore year starts and Harry Styles, a new coming freshman, can't keep his mind off of Louis' beautiful face and probably beautiful voice. Harry's curiously leads him and Louis on an adventure of acceptance and trust. What Harry doesn't realize at the time is that having Louis in his life will transform his world completely, introducing conflicts for his career, friends, college and future. Conflicts that he wasn't prepared to face in the first place.

Run and Go - mainly humor, adventure, drama(ish)

- highly recommended -

A runaway au in which 22 year old, Harry Styles has been on the run since he was 16 years old, avoiding having to own his father's very successful company. When nearly being caught and trying to catch a getaway ride, Harry finds himself in the passenger seat of 25 year old, Louis Tomlinson's car. Harry and Louis escape the police, but now they're eight hours away from Louis' hometown where he has a job, a roommate, and too many responsibilities. Harry and Louis now have to travel across the country with Harry's stolen funds, Louis' very unreliable car, lingering loneliness every now and then, and about 3/4 of America trying to track Harry down to get the $4,000,000 reward Harry's family has offered. But they can do it... Right?

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