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sixteen.

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warning- a bit emotional, on Louis's past.

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Hand in Hand, Iman and Harry walk into the café, trailing right behind Louis, he knows the place better and has already booked a table for them.

It is extremely cozy and something right out of Tumblr, according to Iman. The surrounding is serene, and it is perfect for someone like Harry, since he hates the noise and crowded chatter. From the facial expressions and smiles plastered on their faces, it seems like the workers are quite familiar with Louis, and they appear way nicer than the fancy place Iman had earlier been to on a date.

During the car ride, Louis confined the two of them to occupy the back seat and not argue with him, because he has some policy about people sitting in the passenger seat next to him, but Iman could easily see through his lie.

Harry was very quiet, after he had initially spent about twenty minutes looking for something "right" to wear and repeatedly checking up on his sleeping daughter. As soon as the car parked in front of the car, he slowly held onto her hand and gently ensured their fingers knotted in between each other.

The butterflies and nerves in Iman were flaring, and she kept trying to compose herself by repeatedly clearing her throat, and looking out the window, but it was too obvious. Something about his warm palm glued to her somehow sweaty palm felt, and still feels electric, and very amazing. It is like she does not want to let go, even though that would make her seem creepy, but she really does not want to let go.

"Tommo! Forever third wheeling his way into people's lives!" An Australian accent pipes up from behind, making Louis roll his eyes and mutter some cuss words to himself.

Iman giggles at the much younger looking boy approaching them, wearing a band tank top and ripped blue jeans, with a black apron secured around his waist. There is a smug smirk plastered on his pale face as he chews on his bottom lip, and moves his snake bite. Spikey and greasy looking dirty blonde hair, but he still manages to appear hot.

"Luke, you are still alive. My luck," Louis gives a dramatic sigh, widening his eyes and exchanging a hug with the younger boy.

Harry tightens his grip around Iman's hand, giving a small groan audible to himself and feeling uncomfortable at the appearance of something he is not familiar with. It is not an action he plans.

"How about we have a seat please?" Iman quickly speaks, flashing a polite smile at them and slowly nodding her head in Harry's direction.

Luke immediately nods, remembering the hint from Louis and gestures at set up table by the window. "This way please! Away from the crowd, and just by yourselves. But we can still see if anyone is making out or making a baby,"

"You are still not funny after all this while, I had so much hope," a plain response is given by Louis, along with a disappointed smile, and Luke rolls his eyes.

The three of them settle down, with Harry and Iman sat next to each other, and Louis being opposite them. It is a bit awkward for Harry, because he does not know if he is meant to say anything to Luke or even acknowledge his presence. Everyone is already laughing at the small banter, and even Iman is already comfortable.

He is wondering how it is so easy for everybody to just start interacting.

"Any ways, the menus are on the table, and I will be your serving waiter, feel free and comfortable, if he needs anything extra or special attendance...,"