Louis's POV
If I could describe the amount of anxiety I'm feeling right now, I would. But sadly I can't. My anxiety level is higher than the highest tree. It's higher than the highest stoner.

I'm a complete mess.

Harry asked me to come over yesterday and of course I said yes. He's fucking gorgeous.

I am currently standing in front of my closet, hands on my hips, trying to think of what to wear. Liam comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me, placing his head on my shoulder.

"Looooouuuuuu," he drags out, trying to get me to give him attention.

"Liam, I don't care how horny you are, this is important. What if he's my soulmate?" I say, prying his arms off me and spinning around to look at him.

"Isn't that a little dramatic?" He asks.

"Isn't your need to fuck something a little dramatic?" I ask. He shrugs and sits back down on the bed.

Did I mention that Liam and I have....fooled around before? We've never had sex but we've gotten close.

"I'm a sexual being and I need to please my need to get my cock squeezed." He says, proud at himself for coming up with such a line.

"You're disgusting." I say, laughing and turning back to my closet. "Now I need clothes to wear." I say. I go through my stuff until I find white pants, a tan shirt, and blue and white suspenders.

I style my hair so it's just laying flat against my head. I turn around and I see Liam staring at me. He pretends to jack-off and I roll my eyes. The doorbell rings and Liam squeals like a child.

"You're just trying to be annoying, aren't you?" I ask. Liam nods proudly and then I walk to the door, making sure I have my phone, keys, and wallet.

I open the door and Harry is....wow.

"Hello love." He says softly. I smile and look down, holding my hands together.

"Hi Harry." I say softly.

"Hello Liam." He says just as sweetly. Liam imitates me and I scoff, shoving his arm. "It was cuter when you did it anyway." Harry says. Liam fakes a pout and Harry laughs.

He looks better. His smile seems genuine and the bags under his eyes are lighter.

"Are we ready?" He asks, grabbing his keys from his pocket.

"I believe we are." I say. I walk out the door with Harry and I hear Liam 'aw' behind us.

"Be safe you two!" He calls out and Harry and I both laugh.

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"Favorite movie?" Harry asks me.

"Titanic." I say back quickly.

"Titanic, really?" He asks, smiling.

"Yes! Don't judge me!" I shout, he puts his hands up in surrender with a cute smirk playing on his lips. "If I eat any more ice cream I might explode." I say, pushing the bowl away.

"No, keep eating. The thicker the thighs the better." Harry says, pushing it back towards me.

"Are you calling me fat?!" I ask, sarcastically.

"I-I, uh," He instantly panic and I laugh grabbing his hand.

"I'm joking. I know I have big thighs, how do you think I keep the boys drooling for me." I say, winking. He lets out an awkward laugh and I smile. "You don't go out much, do you?" I ask.

"No, not really. I'm more of a one night stand guy. I'm not good at keeping conversation." He says, looking at our hands.

"Well, that has to change, mister. Because I like you but I'm not that easy like that." I say, letting go of his hand and putting my hands on my hips, puffing my chest out. He laughs, a real genuine laugh where his dimples are showing and his mouth opens wide.

"Well shit, there goes my master plan." He says, I gasp and lightly slap his arm, acting fake hurt. He laughs again and I admire his features. "Well, where to next?" He asks.

"You asked me on the date? You didn't have anything else planned?" I ask dramatically.

"Of course I do, I just wanted to make sure you didn't have something else in mind." He says, winking and getting up, reaching his hand out for me. I roll my eyes and grab his hand, letting him pull me up.

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"What?" I ask, staring at the old house, not too deep in the woods. "You're not going to kill me, right?" I ask. Harry just laughs awkwardly and pulls me in the house.

"I used to come here with my friend. He moved away so I stopped coming here." He says, opening the creaky door. He walks in and I smile, seeing old porn magazines.

"Those wouldn't happen to be yours, would they?" I ask, pointing to the dust covered things. He gasps and runs over, picking them up and throwing them somewhere.

"We were horny teenagers. What can I say?" He asks. I just shake my head and continue walking around.

There's an old couch, a few chairs, bean bags, and a radio.

"Lost my virginity there." Harry says, pointing to the couch. I laugh and he just shrugs. "Bad, bad time." He says, grimacing at the thought.

"So, why did you bring me here, Mr. Styles?" I ask. He shrugs and dusts off a chair, sitting down.

"I had good times here. Wanted to bring you." He says, eyes scanning around.

"So, you're saying I'm a good time?" I ask, skipping over and sitting on his lap. He smiles and places a hand on my hip.

"Maybe." He says. I smile and kiss his cheek. He leans in for more but my eyes land on a soccer ball. I yelled and shot up, running to it.

"Heads!" I say, kicking the ball straight at his head. He ducks  right in time but the ball hits a window, effectively breaking it. "Sorry." I say, going to get it.

"You're going to be." He says, standing up.

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"Harry!" I scream, running as fast as my legs will allow. He dribbles the ball across the empty field, heading for the goal.

We made a deal that if he beat me in soccer, I'd go on another date with him to make up breaking the window.

If I win....

"Harry, what do I get if I win!" I yell, stopping and placing my hands on my hips. He turns around and looks at me, chest moving up and down rapidly.

"What do you want?" He asks.

"A back massage and pasta." I says. He nods and then takes off with the ball.

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"So close." Harry says, laying on his back and breathing heavily. I laugh and straddle his hips, crossing my arms.

"Harry, close would be three or less points. You lost by twenty." I say.

"But I put in a lot of effort." He says, smiling at me.

"Yeah as much effort as I put into brushing my teeth."

"You're so small, but so sassy."

"Are not."

"Are too.

"Are not."

"Okay, believe what you want." He says, smirking and rolling his eyes.

"You're just huge." I say, placing my hands on his chest.

"If you say so." He says. Sitting up, so I lean back. He leans into my face and I smile, blushing. "It's getting dark. You need to get home." He says.

"Okay dad." I say, crossing my arms.

"It's daddy to you." He says, winking. I tense up and he just smiles, helping me off him. "Let's go." He says. I gladly grab his hand and he walks me to his car.

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"Thank you so much for the date Harry." He says sweetly. He nods and kisses my nose.

"Of course." He says. I hand him the ball and he shakes his head. "Keep it. Think of it as a date gift." He says.

"Fine. But only because I like being spoiled." I say. He rolls his eyes but smiles. "Goodnight Harry." I say.

"Goodnight Louis." He says. I open the door and wave to him before I shut the door.

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