Make Me Beg ➸ Larry Stylinson

thirty one

Harry's POV:

The doorbell rings and I practically hurl myself at the door to let Louis in. When I open it I see him standing there with a backpack and a duffel bag, which I assume are his clothes and stuff for his weekend stay. 

He's looking as handsome as ever in his green Adidas hoodie and black skinnies. Too bad they'll be off him soon since no way he's beating me in pool (thank you Niall for the idea). 

Sorry, not sorry.

"Hi, Louis! Come in,"

"Hey Haz, thanks for having me," 

He slips off his shoes, placing them neatly next to my butterfly shoes by the front door. He also drops his duffel bag on the floor and catches me by surprise by engulfing me in a long kiss. I can feel myself grinning against his lips, thankful for his much-needed company.

"I missed you," He murmurs when we break the kiss, "Mind if I drop off my bags upstairs?"

I jokingly scoff and roll my eyes. "You're abandoning me already?"

He smirks and heads upstairs to drop his bags off while I head into the kitchen. He's back down a minute or so later and sits down on one of the kitchen stools.

"Want something to drink, love?" I open the fridge and find the juice, one step ahead of him.

"Orange juice would be great," He replies but I've already got the carton in my hand.

"Y'know apple juice is the better juice, right?" I comment, pouring him a glass.

"As if," He shoots back defensively, taking a sip. I get myself a beer from the fridge before sitting down on a stool next to him.

"Oh, guess what Haz?" Louis grabs my arm excitedly.

"Hmm?"

"I got us dinner reservations for Saturday!"

"You did? Awe bean you didn't have to, but thanks! Where to?"

"That restaurant downtown - Petits Plats d'Eroda - at 8 pm,"

"The French restaurant? It's so fancy!" I exclaim, surprised (but equally excited) at Louis' choice of restaurant. 

I've seen the restaurant before in passing, and it's a fancy and rather elegant looking restaurant. Anna raves about their food all the time, but I've never been.

"Yeah, that's the one. But if you'd prefer something else I could always cancel and-"

"Babe it's perfect, don't worry. I've heard the food is wonderful. But Lou, don't think you need to book tables at all of these fancy places every time you want to go out to dinner. I'm just as happy with fine dining as I am with a burger and chips since I'll be with you,"

He blushes, his cheeks turning a pretty shade of pink. "I just really wanted to treat you, at least this time,"

He gives me another kiss, the sweet and tangy taste of orange juice lingering on my lips after he pulls away.

"I've got things planned for you too," I add.

"Ooh, really?"

"Do you want to have a little rooftop picnic with me this weekend? Just you and me and some good food I picked up at the store,"

"Oh my gosh, I'd love that! We sit in the grass together with blankets and stuff," He grins.

"Of course!"

"That'll be so fun, I can't wait!"

"Y'know what else would be fun?" I take a sip of my beer to hide an oncoming smirk.