Golden Gloves (Larry Stylinson) {Co-written with @bradfords}

Chapter 02

Saturday could not come quick enough. All week Harry floated around my mind, causing me to zone out a lot. It was so bad that even my little sisters noticed.

When Saturday finally came I had to make myself sleep longer. When I finally did get up around nine I could smell bacon, leading me into the kitchen. I sat down at the table across from my father and he sent me a smirk.

"Are you excited for tonight?" He winked.

Ever since the match he had been a lot nicer to me and had even given me a few tips on how to get Harry to like me, which I noted in my head but would never admit it.

"Louis's got a crush! Louis's got a crush!" Daisy, my little sister, sang.

"Now look what you've done!" I laughed at my dad whose eyes had widened in surprise.

He simply shrugged and stuffed a forkful of eggs in his mouth. I did the same and after finishing my meal I helped my mum wash dishes. I mostly did it to pass the time. There was still a good ten hours until I was meeting Harry.

Once I got up to my room I called my best friend Zayn and asked if he wanted to hangout. He agreed and thirty minutes later he showed up.

"What's up Tommo?" He shouted, pulling me into a manly hug.

I really liked Zayn because I knew he would never judge me. We had been friends for six years, and when I came out to him he said it didn't bother him, then we sat on the couch watching cheesy reality TV. Of course he's always cracking jokes about my sexuality, but I've gotten used to it by now.

"Thanks for coming over Zayn, I'm really nervous about tonight."

"Relax bro, I'm sure Harry will love you! And if he doesn't then you can always tie him up and keep him in your basement." Zayn shrugged.

I lightly punched Zayn's arm and he chuckled.

"Seriously!" I whined. "What if we can't find something to talk about? Or what if he already has a girlfriend, or maybe even a boyfriend?"

Zayn stopped me by slapping a hand over my mouth and pushing me back so he was inside.

"I'm sure none of that is going to happen."

"Oh god, I didn't even think about that! I'm going to be alone in a car with him for who knows how long!" I groaned. "We both know I'm awkward and weird, what am I going to do?" I groaned again.

At some point during the conversation we had gone to my room, so I fell back on my bed in exasperation.

"Well, you are pretty awkward. Remember when that girl asked if you wanted to go on a date and you were all like 'erm, I-I, what, I' and then I had to kindly explain that you had plans that night?" He laughed.

"Shut up!" I threw a pillow at his head.

"Look, just be yourself, crack a joke or two, and wear your glasses, you look hot in them." Zayn winked.

"You know, sometimes I question if you really are straight." I glared at him.

"I'm probably going to have to wear them, these contacts are burning my eyes." I scrubbed at my eyes to prove my point.

"Alright now turn on your xbox so I can kick your ass in fifa."

Somehow we managed to kill three hours playing fifa -I won by the way- then Zayn claimed he had a date, so he left around five. I put on one of my playlists and straightened up my room a bit. Once my room was somewhat clean, I flipped through my closet trying to find the perfect outfit for my dat-evening with Harry. This is not a date, I reminded myself. He's probably not even gay, although he did say he liked my shirt, but that doesn't mean anything...does it?