Larry Stylinson: These Arms Were Made For Holding You

Chapter 15: Louis

It was just a date, right? Despite nearing on dating for almost three months at this point, I still got incredibly nervous when we had a date. He said either Taylor or Niall was watching Darcy, but hadn't really been sure which one was actually watching his daughter as of yesterday.

The outfit was good. The pants, Harry's favorite kind: tight. The shirt he would undeniably ask about and his jacket he would probably end up stealing. Just before I was able to panic, my doorbell rang, indicating that Harry was here. He'd insisted on picking me up because if I'd picked him up, Darcy would not have let either of them leave and their night out would have quickly turned into a night in.

"Hey," I'd greeted opening the door to see Harry standing there looking absolutely gorgeous. His hair was falling loosely and usually into his face, which he'd run a hand through to get it out of his eyes. He wore an outfit that seemed like a staple kind of outfit for him nowadays. He wore tight black jeans, accompanied by some type of button up and his favorite pair of boots. Tonight's button up was a short sleeve with squares holding different patterns that alternated. He'd left the top three or so buttons undone, leaving a little bit of his chest exposed. "You look amazing," I tell him, my eyes never leaving his figure for a moment.

"And you look even better, angel. Ready to go," he asked. When we'd reached the two month mark he'd started using his nickname of angel once again, and I can't say that I minded. It was by far my favorite nickname he's given me.

"Yeah, let me just grab my things," I tell him, walking deeper into my apartment. He followed me, closing the door behind him. I slip into my bedroom, grabbing my phone, wallet, and keys off of my nightstand.

"By the way, those jeans make your arse look absolutely fantastic," he whispers into my ear once he'd taken my hand.

 When we reached the restaurant, it seemed like everyone knew who Harry was and wanted a picture with him. There were the paps, of course, but they were literally everywhere. Once we'd made it through the crowd and into the actual restaurant, it was much more calm. Our table was in a secluded corner that you really only came over to if you were sitting in that area. Anytime we went out, we did our best to stay right in front of the public's eye, without them actually noticing us. It wasn't that we were trying to hide our relationship, it was that Simon had threatened to end Harry's career around fourteen times if the public found out before the two of us were even seriously rumoured to be together.

"This is nice," Harry says, sliding into the booth, scooting over so there was enough room for me on that side of the table. I slid in after him, cuddling up to his side. "I'm really glad Niall convinced me to go out on my birthday," Harry murmured, kissing the top of my head.

"And I'm really glad you're not always a stubbor arse hole and decided to give me a second chance," I replied. He smiled, pulling me closer and who was I to argue with Harry cuddles? They were my favorite type of cuddles, and in public nonetheless. 

"Hey guys," a girl greeted, walking up to our table. "I'm Tasha and I'll be your server for the night. Can I get you lads started with something to drink," she asked.

"I think just water will be fine," he told her. "But I think we're ready to order," he added. Ready to order? Not even close. I hadn't even opened the menu, much less looked through the food and picked a meal.

"What'll you lot have," she asked, pulling a pen from her hair.

"We'll both do the chicken parma ham with a side of the mashed potatoes, please," he'd kindly asked. "Trust me, angel, you'll love it," he'd added once she'd left and I'd simply shot him with what I liked to refer to as my gaze of death.

"You're lucky I love you," I uttered, lovingly.

"I love you too," he said, leaning down to gently kiss me.

So the food was fantastic and Harry knew what he was talking about when he'd suggested that meal. Dinner was followed by a movie. But due to both of our faces being plastered all over the internet, a movie theater wasn't exactly an option. And his house was definitely out as there was a child and Niall at his house.

"What are your thoughts on the Notebook," Harry asks.

"We've watched it twelve times in the last three months, Harry. I'm not watching it again."

We ended up watching the Notebook for the thirteenth time in three months, and if I cried, nobody needed to know. It made it worth it when Harry was curled up on my chest, clinging to me as our heart broke a little bit more as we watched the movie.

"Lou," Harry had mused once the movie had ended.

"Yeah," I'd asked, looking down into his beautiful green eyes.

"Can we have sex because I'm a needy man and those jeans of yours have not helped, angel."