standing with somebody but he doesn't know what you like
Louis' POV
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It's been three days since the thing in the cafe. Harry and I have been texting and calling each other any chance we can get. Both of us just enjoy talking to each other. Sometimes it's about the stupidest things.
Now, since its the weekend, Harry and I are meeting up again. I'm super excited. We haven't really hung out besides at the cafe, so I am excited to do something else with him.
I am kind of nervous, come to think of it, we never really specified whether or not this is a date.
We are going to this gay bar that Eleanor told me about. Apparently they have a no outing policy. You can't talk about who you see there because a lot of the people who go are closeted. So most people don't know its a gay bar, which is perfect since there's a low chance of anything getting out.
I just got out of the shower and I see a text from him. I smile to myself. I always get butterflies whenever we talk. Needless to say I have a bit of a crush on him. I think he feels the same about me but we haven't really talked about it. At the moment I think we are friends. Friends that flirt with each other a lot but still just friends.
Harry:
I'm excited to hang out with
you tonight, Lou
Louis:
I'm excited too, Hazza
It's about 9:15 right now. We are meeting at 10. I blow dry my hair and push my fringe so it swoops across my forehead. I put on a pair of black skinny jeans with rips in the knees and a red t-shirt.
I slip on my vans and check the time. 9:45. I see that my uber is waiting outside.
I get to the bar a few minutes later and wait outside. There are quite a few people here, so it will be kind of crowded. I can smell alcohol and cigaret smoke in the air. I wait for a few more minutes, I know that I'm early but I can't help but worry that Harry isn't coming.
I feel arms warp around my stomach. I scream, trying pull away. I hear a deep laugh and turn around, to see Harry doubled over laughing.
"Harry!" I shout, trying not to laugh as well. "You almost gave a heart attack!"
"You screamed so loud!" He says, his laughter dying down.
I give him a playful glare. It's hard to be mad at him when he is laughing. His laugh is just that perfect.
"Shut up." I say pouting.
"I'm sorry angel," He says when he sees my pout.
I smile when I hear the pet name. "It's okay." I mumble.
I go over and actually hug him, wrapping my arms around his neck. He holds me tightly around the waist. I smile at the feeling. I pull away to actually get a good look at him. My hands on his shoulders, his resting in the bend of my waist.
He is wearing tight back skinny jeans again, I'm not surprised, I haven't really seen him wear anything else. He is also wearing swayed brown boots. And his shirt.
Oh dear god is he trying to kill me? Probably.
His shirt is a black button up that is only done up half way, and is mesh so I can see his inked chest and stomach.
"You look," I start, looking down at his chest again losing my train of thought. "wow." Is all I can say.
He gives me a dimpled smile, his cheeks slightly tinted pink. "Are you kidding?" He says, looking me up and down. "You look wow."
I giggle. "Sap."
"You love it."
"I do."
"Let's go inside." He says. Leading me by the waist.
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Harry and I get some drinks then head to find a place to sit. We end up finding a corner where we hopefully won't be bothered to much.
We are sitting close, angled towards each other our knees touching. We keep reaching out and casually touching each other. On the arm, on the thigh, lazily running fingers across each others skin. My skin tingles wherever we touch and I want to keep feeling that sensation.
"I read your book." Harry says, fingers trancing over the lines of the tattoos on my arm.
"Yeah?" I ask, anxious he wouldn't like it.
"It was amazing, angel. You are such an incredible writer." Harry gushes.
I blush. "Thanks Hazza."
His fingers run down my arm the my hand. I flip my palm so it is face up, he moves his fingers over the creases.
"Maybe you could help us write some songs?" He suggests, I look in to his eyes.
"Really?" I ask, shocked. "You'd want me to help you write songs?"
"Well yeah of course," Harry says as though is obvious. "you are an incredible writer, Lou. I would love to see what you come up with."
"Yeah," I say, smiling down at out hands. "That would be fun."
"I can't believe I have never asked you this but have you ever actually listened to any One Direction songs?" He asks smiling his signature dimpled smile.
"Ummm." I say, I don't know if I should tell him that I have love his band since the beginning.
"You haven't, have you?" He says. "Don't worry I'm not offended."
"No I have." I say. He raises an eyebrow at me, taking a sip of his beer.
I sigh. "I'm actually like a huge fanboy." I admit.
Harry laughs. "Are you kidding?"
"No not at all, I had posters of you guys in my room and everything. Me and my sister Lottie would listen to your music all the time. My mother hated it." I looking away from him blushing.
"Awwe, don't hide from me angel. It's cute don't worry." My face turns even more red when he says that. "I love it when you blush."
He reaches out and touches my cheek. I smile widely. Not really sure what to say. I see that our drinks are empty so I say.
"I'm going to get us more drinks." And get up, making my way over to the bar. I can feel Harry's eyes on me as I walk.
I am almost there when I man stops me. He is about double my size and piercings all of his face. Normally this wouldn't make me uncomfortable, but what he says next definitely does.
"Hello lovely." His words slurring. He is most definitely, without a doubt, extremely drunk.
"Hi sorry I'm just trying to get past you." I say trying to be nice so he doesn't get mad.
"How about you join me and my friends?" He says, he leans forward trying to grab my waist.
I push his hands away and step back. I feel gross, I just want him to go away. "Sorry," I mumble. "I think I'm okay."
The man tries again. My heart is beating really fast. I wish Harry had come with me. I try to push him away again. He doesn't seem to like my answer because he tries to grab my arm but someone stops him.
"He said no." Harry's voice is loud and demanding.
I can feel him place a protective arm on my waist. It calms me almost instantly. Funny how I am calmed by Harry's touch, and repulsed by this other man touching me.
The man looks at Harry as though he is debating whether or not to punch him in the face. I guess he decides against it because he huffs and walks away. Mumbling something under his breath about "just wanting some fun".
Harry pulls me with him through the crowd and into the bathroom. He gently picks me up and sets me on the counter, stepping forward so he is standing between my legs.
"Are you okay? Did he hurt you?" Harry rushes out, inspects my body as though he will find cuts or bruises.
"Harry I'm okay." I say.
He doesn't seem to hear me. He keeps looking, over my body. He is breathing too deeply and too quickly. I'm worried he is going to have a panic attack again.
"Hazza baby," I cup his cheeks. He breathing starts to even out when he looks into my eyes. "I'm okay. He didn't hurt me."
"You sure?" He asks quietly. He is looking at my lips when he asks.
"Yes, I'm sure." I look at his lips and subconsciously lick mine.
"You really sure?" He is whispering.
I'm not sure if he is still asking be if I am okay. Or if he is silently asking a different question.
I can feel his breath on my face as he talks. It smells slightly of alcohol but I don't mind.
"I'm really sure."
Our eyes are flicking between our lips and eyes. We are both leaning in. Our lips touch lightly. My lips tingle. Neither of us make a move to deepen the kiss.
Harry is the first to move away. He pinches his bottom lips between his thumb and pointer finger. I smile slightly, and he smiles back.
I hop off the counter and extend a hand for him to take. "Come on, lets get those drinks."
He takes my hand and we walk out of the bathroom.
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