As the evening goes on, Harry and Louis sit on the couch in Harry's living room, just chatting and getting to know each other since honestly, they're basically strangers.

"So you haven't heard any of my songs? At all? I'm hurt" Harry laughs to which Louis blushes, shaking his head. "Pretty much every girl at University listens to your music but I've never met a boy who does. So I just assumed you make bubblegum pop that just... I don't know, sounds like shìt?" At that, Harry full on starts to laugh, his head thrown back with his loose curls all over the place and holy shít, can someone take a picture of this exact moment because how could he get any more beautiful?, Louis thinks to himself.

He just sits there, admiring the way Harry's back arches when he has his head thrown back, imagining if it would look the same with Louis on his knees in front of him, suck- alright, that's enough, Tommo.

"I'll let you know I do not make bubblegum pop, Louis." Harry has a dorky grin on his lips and there is a little tear rolling down his left cheek from laughing so hard.

"Play me something, then", Louis challenges with his brow raised, "show me your music."

But to his dismay, the curly haired man shakes his head, a mischievous smile on his full lips. "I think I have a better idea. How about I pick you up from Uni tomorrow and we go to the studio? I'm working on my next album and I'd like for you to accompany me."

At this, Louis perks up, already keen on the idea. "Really? So I get to hear your new music? And be in a professional music studio? That's so fùcking cool!"

"Glad you like the idea, babe", Harry smiles, then takes out his phone. "When does your last class end, then? I'll book the studio for the rest of the day so we can decide when we go home and don't have a deadline or something."

"At like two I think. Could you maybe bring some take out with you? I'm always hungry after Uni and I'll of course pay you back-"

"Louis, no", the curly haired man interruptes him with a soft smile to which the smaller man only pouts, crossing his arms which makes Harry coo. "You obviously don't have to pay me back, Lou. We'll just get some take out on our way or we'll stop at a restaurant."

His words only make Louis pout more. "But I feel bad."
Harry just shakes his head, assuring the younger one that he has no reason to feel bad for not paying. "I have enough money to buy you some food, trust me."
"I know that, Harold", sasses Louis, keeping his arms crossed, "but I don't want you to feel like I want your money or anything."

At that, Harry's facial expression softens and he brings Louis' small body closer, pressing him to his side. "I know you wouldn't do such a thing, baby."

Hearing the nickname, Louis ducks his head, trying to hide his cheeks that are growing red but to no avail, Harry has already seen the - in his eyes - lovely blush on the younger one's cheeks. "Finally I can see your rosy cheeks in real life", Harry coos. "You look lovely."

"Stooooop", Louis whines, curling even more into himself. "I hate that I always blush and you're not helping."

"C'mon Lou, let me see those gorgeous cheeks." But the feathery haired man only shakes his head, making Harry huff. Without further ado, he grabs Louis's small body and lifts him onto his lap without a problem because honestly, Louis is as light as a feather.

The blue eyed boy squeks in surprise, eyes wide when he feels Harry's large hands on his hips, his own sitting comfortably on the man's shoulders. The two are face to face now, so close that Harry can see every little freckle on the boy's skin while Louis intently studies the green-blueish colour of Harry's eyes.

"You are absolutely beautiful", the latter blurts out, making Louis blush deeply once again, hiding his glowing cheeks in the man's neck. "Thank you", he whispers with a soft voice, getting a little hum from the older one.

Moments later, Louis feels fingers grabbing his chin softly, tilting his head up, making him look straight into green irises. They both swallow hard, not looking away from each other's eyes, but leaning closer and closer simultaneously.

Only a few millimeters away from each other's lips, they stop, eyes still locked, noses brushing, breaths fanning.

Then, Louis tilts his head to the right, shuts his blue eyes and closes the distance to lock their lips together for the first time.

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