Alrightttt you guys ready for Louis and Harry to meet? No? Well, you'll get this chapter anyway 😇

This is my first 'real' chapter completely written in English so bear with me please *fingers crossed*

And please comment on your favorite parts 💙💚

"Niall, I can't do this. I'm seriously having a heart attack."

Louis' hands are shaking a little bit as he slips on a red Adidas jacket and styles his chestnut coloured fringe for the tenth time in five minutes.

Niall, leaning against the door frame and watching his best friend with an amused expression, just shakes his head, cackling. "You'll be fine, Lou. Harry's gonna jump your bones when he sees you."

Before Louis can even think of opening his mouth for a response, there is a knock on the door and his head flies around so fast Niall is scared for a second he could get whiplash.

"Niall, that's him! Fùck, fùck, fùck! I can't do this!"

With that, he's running to the bathroom (probably to spray the third layer of cologne all over his body, Niall thinks) and there is another knock on the door.

"Dammit Niall, open the door!"

"It's your boyfriend, not mine!"

"Fûck off!"

So, as the good friend Niall likes to think he is, he walks through their small hallway full of Vans shoes (thanks to the man standing on the other side of the door) and swings open their front door to reveal none other than Harry Styles, standing with this hands in the pockets of his way too tight jeans, dressed in a white  shirt with a black blazer jacket, his unruly hair falling in loose curls over his broad shoulders.

"Hey um, you must be Niall," he stutters, not sure what to say because fúck, he's so nervous.

"That's me", Niall nods, shaking his hand before turning around. "Louis William Tomlinson, get your arse over here right now! Lover boy's waiting!"

"Lover boy?" Harry laughs, but as soon as he sees the smaller man stepping out of his room, pocketing his phone, he stops.

"Louis." At this, the boy finally looks up, making blue meet green for the first time.

"Harry", he dumbly says, too occupied with drinking in the sight in front of him to utter another word. Harry Styles is at his doorstep, waiting for him to spend the evening and night together and fūck him if he isn't the luckiest man in the world.

Harry on the other hand is also too transfixed on the beautiful human being in front of him wearing tight skinny jeans that make his thighs look fantastic and he can't wait to see how much better they make Louis' bum look. Jesus, he needs to stop now.

"You two quite finished?"
Niall's amused voice pulls them out of their trance like state, making Harry smirk and shake his head. "Could look at him all day and wouldn't get tired."

At this, Louis blushes crimson and decides they better get going - before Niall can say or do anything more embarrassing.
So he slings a grey duffle bag over his shoulder and hugs his best friend shortly before stepping at Harry's side who just looks down at him (no, Louis is not small, thank you very much) with a little smile on his face because he just can't believe he's standing next to the most beautiful guy he has ever seen, sue him.

"Ready?", Louis asks, looking up at the taller man through his dark lashes and wow, Harry's gone.
He just nods dumbly before remembering his manners, shaking Niall's hand with a "you better be good to him" from said person and a "of course" from him before he takes Louis's duffle and leads him down the stairs to his car.

Harry is pretty sure he's in heaven.

Louis can't believe that this really is happening. But the handsome human being with those brown locks and green eyes and this jawline (holy shìt!) putting his duffle bag in the trunk of his sleek black Range Rover (of course) proofs that yes, this is reality. Oh, and the three girls standing a couple meters away snapping photos while whispering Harry's name.

"Don't you want to take pictures with them?", Louis politely asks because he's not going to stop Harry from taking selfies with fans, no way in hell.

Harry just smiles down at him before placing a warm hand on Louis's waist and opening the passenger door for him so that the smaller boy can climb in the car comfortably.
"If they don't come to me and ask, then no. Also, you're more important right now so let's get home so I can cook you the best pasta you've ever eaten."

"You're in for that challenge, Styles. I have tasted many pasta dishes in my life", Louis giggles (a manly giggle, thank you very much) and with that, Harry winks before slamming the passenger door shut and jogging to the driver side to finally get  them to his flat.

Louis is pretty sure he's in heaven.

What do you think of their first encounter?

What do you want to happen during the evening? 😏👀