Not My Cup of Tea // L.S.

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Dedicated to my friend, to make her feel more fabulous xx

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Days rolled by, with Louis, Liam, Niall and Zayn planning for Harry's birthday.

Niall had specifically wanted to help them, saying Harry was his best friend in the entire Uni, and the rest three were more than happy to include him while making plans. Niall silently swore to himself that his intentions were only friendly, nothing else. When he said Harry was his best friend, he meant it.

All this planning had happened when Harry was off to work, from 5 to 6 pm every day. It wasn't easy at the start though.

All four of them had to make a separate plan by which Liam didn't have to go for work and Louis and Niall could stay over at Zayn's for an hour.

So, they told Harry that Liam had a pounding headache and the doctor had asked him to stay bedridden for half-a-month, only in the evenings. Harry had been confused, as to why only the evenings. Louis had told him that it was due to the changing weather, and Harry chose to agree to that even if it didn't make any sense.

They had also told Harry that Louis and Niall would go over to help Liam with his headaches. Harry had asked, "What would you both do? Massage his head from both the sides? Won't Zayn be enough for that?"

Louis had broken into a sweat so Zayn was quick to say, "I have no experience with headaches, I would need a lot of help." Harry had stared at them with wide eyes but nodded his head while saying, "Okay, then why do you guys need Niall?"

Both Louis and Zayn were tongue-tied, so Niall said, "I hate being alone. I need people around me. So, they offered to take me with them." Harry had easily believed that and never questioned them again.

Later when Harry was off to work, both Louis and Zayn had taken Niall to million different restaurants, their way of thanking him. Niall had been ecstatic about that and kissed both of their cheeks, which they both wiped away immediately.

The next day, they began the real plans.

Zayn and Liam had planned on baking a chocolate cake for Harry on the 1st. When Louis had volunteered to help them, they literally dropped to their knees and pleaded him not to help them with baking. Louis had pouted for half-an-hour straight, while Niall couldn't stop laughing over Louis' kiddish behaviour.

Louis, on the other hand, had extensive plans for Harry's birthday. Nobody knew about these, except him and only him. All of the gifts were ready and hidden somewhere he knew Harry would never find.

Presently, it was the last day of January.

Louis and Harry were cuddled up in their bed, talking about random things like why the sky is blue.

"Lou?"

"Haz."

"Why do you love me?"

Louis lifted his head from the pillow and looked at Harry, whose head rested on his arm. "What's wrong baby?" "Nothing, just wanted to know." Harry shrugged and looked at Louis with expectant eyes.

Louis lay down and ran his hand through Harry's curls. Harry practically purred at that.

"So, Harry. When I first saw you in the cafeteria, my first thought was that shit, this boy's damn hot." Louis said, with a slight chuckle at the end. Harry blushed but motioned him to continue.

"Then, when we actually spoke in the washroom, I thought you were adorable. Like, literally adorable. I would never admit it, not even to myself, but I wanted to pull your chubby cheeks and poke your dimples." Louis said, shaking his head fondly at the memories. Harry was already as red as a tomato.