neighbours *larry stylinson*

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3rd person pov

after another hour of talking, in which harry was convinced he had a permanent blush on his cheeks, anne, jay and mark all came back.

as harry got up to go, louis was quick to follow, calling out harry's name as he did.

"yeah?" harry paused in his tracks, looking back at louis.

"so i'll meet you at 11 tomorrow?" louis smiled softly at the blush that crept its way back onto harry's face.

"sounds good to me, i'll see you tomorrow louis" harry smiled.

"see you harry"

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it's now july 1st and harry is searching for the perfect outfit for his day out with louis. he's unsure on what to wear because he doesn't know if it's a date or not.

i mean, louis did say it was a date yesterday, but he was probably joking.

harry was honestly torn with what to do with himself.

ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. stupid brain. why do you always overthink stuff.

he ended up going with a yellow button up, which he of course left most of the buttons undone, black skinny jeans and his brown boots.

he also spiced it up a little with a black neck scarf he tied around his neck and, of course, his trusty rings.

he checked his phone, 10:48, he still had time to kill before he went over to louis'. or was louis coming to his. he didn't know, but at least he was prepared.

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louis was going through the same situation as harry.

what does he wear?

louis wouldn't call himself a dramatic guy but if anyone was to see his bedroom at that moment, they would think otherwise.

it looked like a bomb had gone off to be quite frank. he had clothes thrown across the floor, the bed, the dresser, absolutely anything you could name basically.

after careful consideration, louis finally decided on an outfit. he was wearing a loose-fitting white tee, his black skinny jeans rolled up at the end so you could see his converse and a thin denim jacket on top.

yes, it was summer but louis had to look stylish for this date. yes, he is calling it a date because that's what he wants it to be.

he just hopes harry wants the same...

after louis deemed himself ready he checked the time on his phone. it was 10:56 so time for him to go.

he went downstairs and out the front door, his parents were out with his siblings, looking at new schools for september.

louis walked over to harry's house and as he was about to knock, the door flew open. a nervous looking harry was standing in the doorway.

"oh god. sorry louis, i didn't know where we were meeting so i wasn't sure whether i should come to you or you were coming to me. i was going to go to yours but i guess i don't need to now because, well you know. and now i'm rambling."

harry's eyes flit nervously around, looking anywhere but the beautiful boy standing in front of him. louis just felt nothing but fondness for him.

"hey, hey. it's okay, love. not your fault we didn't decide where to meet. but now we're both here let's get going. lead the way harold."

"m'name isn't harold" harry laughs, feeling a lot calmer than he did two minutes ago.

"yes it is. now be quiet and lead the way, harold"