After the whole bathroom fiasco with Harry, Louis hasn't been able to look at him the same way he used too. Now it's a totally different type of interest in him. Before it really was just platonic but now...well, not so much.
Louis thinks that deep down he's probably always had these types of feelings for Harry but he just never realised. He cares about him so so much and he knows that he'd be happy to be in a relationship with Harry. The only thing is, that's not realistic.
There's no way Harry would go for him. Not now at least. Even Harry himself said that work comes first to him and that just makes Louis believe that a relationship for Harry isn't even an option.
He hasn't told anyone about his feelings for Harry. If he does the first person he'll tell will obviously be Niall but for now he kind of wants to keep it to himself until he figures out exactly what he wants to do about it.
He knows that from now on every time he sees Harry it's going to be really hard to not make it obvious but he'd rather suffer through the feeling of wanting Harry as more, than to loose him all together. Louis would watch Harry marry literally any other person besides himself before just willingly giving him up.
He's a little nervous to go to the club today because since it's Wednesday, he knows that Harry will be there. Louis knows he's not very smooth with things like this especially when he's overthinking it so much. He's sure he'll end up stumbling over words or saying something he'll regret but he can't just ignore Harry.
It's okay, it's Harry, and Louis' sure that of all people he'd be the last person to even consider being in a relationship with him so if he slips up Harry most likely won't think anything of it.
With that in mind Louis calms down and gets his things together so he can leave. On his way out to his car he ends up passing Niall so he stops to say hi but only for a few minutes.
When he gets to the club Louis uses his key, that he's very surprised he hasn't lost yet, to unlock the door. He has to push pretty hard to get it open because there's some ice on it that has frozen it shut, but with enough force he finally manages to get in.
When he gets over to the bar area Louis sees that there's a piece of paper stuck to the counter. He walks over to it and gently rips it off so he can read what it says.
Had to go run an errand really quick, just wanted to tell you so you knew I was still going to be here
- H
Louis smiles at the short note. He thinks it's really sweet that Harry thought about him before leaving. It also proves that now it's just kind of a normal thing for both of them to come on Wednesdays no matter what. It's things like this that assure Louis that Harry is actually really thoughtful and caring deep down.
Louis folds the note and sticks it in his bag. He probably could've just thrown it away but recycling it would be the right thing to do and the bin is all the way in the back so putting it in his bag was just much easier.
He uses the time Harry's gone-which is about twenty minutes-to dance. When he does get back Louis just so happens to conveniently be taking a break. "Oh, hi," Louis greets as Harry walks through the door.
"Hi. How long have you been here?" Harry asks, taking off his jacket. When he does this, his shirt pulls up and Louis' able to get a quick glance at Harry's toned abs. He tries not to stare, but he really can't help it.
"Uh, um like a half an hour maybe," Louis answers before going over to his bag to grab his sweats that he took off to dance. "I got your note by the way."
The tiniest blush creeps on to Harry's face and Louis feels his heart literally ache because he's so cute.
"Oh, yeah I just didn't want you to think I was...blowing you off or something."
Louis smiles at that because Harry pretty much just implied that he really does come to see Louis and not only for work.
"Well thank you. I might've gotten worried about you if you didn't."
"Why?" Harry asks. He goes and grabs a water bottle from behind the bar and then goes and sits in one of the booths.
Louis follows and sits in the seat across from Harry's. "I don't know. It's icy out, you could've slipped or something."
"Oh, I'm glad I'm worthy of your concern," Harry says somewhat sarcastically even though he really means it.
"Of course you are...I'd miss you if you died or something." Louis says, genuinely meaning it.
"Do think about my death a lot, Louis?" Harry says with a smirk before taking a drink of his water.
"Shut up, you're so mean to me." Louis folds his arms and pouts dramatically, earning a quiet laugh from Harry.
"You're so dramatic."
"Yeah and? I wouldn't have to be if you would just be nice to me."
"You might want to try and find a role in a soap opera then, because that's not happening," Harry jokes.
Louis shakes his head and unfolds his arms with a small smile. Why does he have to be so perfect? Why couldn't his boss have been some weird, old guy who wasn't attractive whatsoever? Of course he's not. Of course Louis is stuck with perfect, funny, and definitely attractive Harry.
"I have a question for you and you have to tell me the truth, okay?"
Harry hesitantly nods. "Okay..."
"So on Saturday, Niall, Noah, and I are going out to this bar and I was wondering if you'd want to come," Louis says before quickly adding, "and don't lie! If you don't want to go just say so it won't hurt my feelings."
Louis' actually quite proud of himself for getting the words out with confidence. He wasn't even planning on asking Harry, it just happened. He's not going to get upset if Harry says no this time though because he's tired of being sad.
"Uh," Harry says as he thinks it over. Louis can see the hesitance in his eyes and he just really hopes that Harry does whatever he's most comfortable with.
"You don't have to. Don't say yes if you don't want to," Louis says again.
"No, um, ...I'll come."
Louis' eyes widen a little. "Really?"
Harry shrugs while playing with the cap of his water bottle. "Yeah, I need a break from work. Plus, Noah owes me a drink."
Louis gives a bright smile. "Awesome. I'll text you what time okay?"
"Yeah, do you have my number?"
Louis shakes his head. "No I never saved it. Here," Louis pulls out his phone and give it to Harry so he can put in his number.
When Harry takes the phone Louis notices how big Harry's hands are compared to his. Harry's cover almost the entire phone and Louis' only cover a little more than half. When Harry hands Louis his phone back Louis slips it in his pocket.
"Put your hand up," Louis tells Harry.
"You'd be a pretty bad cop. You're supposed to say hands."
"Unless they only have one arm. Be inclusive to everyone Harry, that means the disabled as well," Louis says playing along. "That's not what I meant and you know it."
"Why?" Harry asks but puts his hand up anyway.
Louis doesn't say anything and instead just presses his much smaller hand against Harry's. "Why are your hands so big?"
Harry keeps his hand pressed against Louis', but looks away from them and at Louis instead. "Why are yours so small?" He asks, getting lost in Louis bright blue eyes, that even in the gloomy winter weather still find a way to shine.
Louis starts to find it harder to breath because the way that Harry's looking at him right now is almost sending tingles through his body. Harry's so beautiful and Louis just wishes that he could have him without any complications. He just wishes that Harry thought about him in the same way.
"I don't know..." Louis says a little breathlessly.
"They're cute," Harry quietly blurts, only realising what he's said after it's already too late to take it back.
Louis blushes and now there really are tingles in his body. He's wants to hold Harry's hand so bad. He wants to just hold Harry in general, or better yet, have Harry hold him.
"Thanks," Louis practically whispers, him and Harry still not breaking eye contact.
That is until Harry's phone starts ringing. They both blink before Harry gently pulls his hand away to answer his phone. After a couple seconds Harry mouths that he'll be right back to Louis who just nods because he's still a little dazed.
He didn't think that moments like that happened in real life. It really felt like him and Harry were the only two people in the universe. Louis would've gladly stayed like that forever.
He really fucking likes Harry and he hates that he can't be with him.
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A/N: on a scale of 1-10 how outgoing do you think you are? I'm like a 1-2 honestly