Ice Cream Boy. ls

Pineapple.

"pineapple please."

"mmm.. rare flavour harold, not asked for pineapple much."

"i usually don't get pineapple often honestly, but it is one of my favourites." harry explains as louis prepares the ice cream for him. "so how'd you get into this?"

"into what?" louis asks. 

"into the ice cream business?"

"well, i like ice cream, i needed a job, i get to eat ice cream when no one else is looking. what else could i want?"

"i guess." harry says before placing a spoonful of pineapple ice cream into his mouth. "how old are you?"

"21."

"17."

"you're really 17?"

"yeah why?"

"no offence but you don't look 17."

"oh so you're now calling me old lou?"

"no just saying—" louis tries to explains with worry. 

"i'm totally joking, i'm 19." harry says laughing. 

"now that makes more sense. where you from?"

"holmes chapel, north of here."

"doncaster, west of holmes chapel. moved here to get away from the drama."

"what kind of drama?" harry asks.

"family shit that's complicated."

"i'm sorry."

"it's fine, i love london, it's such a great city."

"yeah, i moved here a few weeks ago, i like it so far." 

"have you been on the london eye before?"

"not yet." harry says truthfully. 

"maybe one day i could take you." louis whispers to him. "maybe."