Bambi ♡ Larry

2.6

✧twenty six✧

"I'm so sorry," Harry stutters out. He bites at his lip for a moment, before running off. He runs down the stairs, away from Louis, as his cheeks become more flushed than previously, his heart beating with nervousness. 

Louis curses to himself and grabs a yellow towel from the bathroom, wrapping it around his lower half. He quickly follows Harry, mind thinking over what to even say to the young boy. 

"Harry, love. It is fine," Louis grabs onto Harry's wrist just as he is about to head out the door. "I don't mind. I just don't want you uncomfortable. We can just forget about this right?" Louis pleads. "We all have one—Well, not everyone, but still."

Harry holds back a chuckle and agrees with Louis. "I'm gonna head home… Maybe I will pop back around tomorrow."

"Haz, you obviously came to see Ruby, so why don't you stay and chill for a while? I'll go chuck some clothes on, maybe we can get some lunch?"

"I can't," Harry whispers with a whimper and looks away from Louis, avoiding eye contact completely. 

"Do you have plans?" Louis can't help but sound disappointed, his voice almost cracking. 

Harry eyes over his face, and suddenly feels ashamed of himself, and unable to lie. He uses his hand to motion to the front of his pants, and Louis gets the hint and looks down, body going rigid and tense the moment he sees the bulge under Harry's clothes. 

"...Tomorrow then… Uh, I'm gonna go upstairs and get dressed." 

Harry watches him go and rubs at his now-teary eyes, before leaving the house as quickly as possible.

-*-

Harry's cheeks still feel hot under the cold water that drips down his body from the shower. After the incident, he had decided to have a cold shower to get rid of his problem and give him time to think about his approach when he next sees Louis.

But, he doesn't have long to overthink. He rushes from the shower to get changed into clothes, and goes right back over to Louis', hands tightly held into fists as he storms his way there.

Louis looks out the window from where he is making himself a sandwich in the kitchen. An amused, and curious look comes to his face when noticing Harry's determination. 

Harry bursts straight through the door as if he owns the place, and Louis pauses his hand where he was just about to feed himself the food. With an eyebrow raised, he silently questions Harry on what is happening. 

Harry falters for a minute, the speech he has performed on the way over catching in his throat. But, he knows he can't back down. He knows Louis needs the truth. 

"So yeah, I'm attracted to you. I won’t apologize for it because who isn’t," he begins almost sassily. "And to be honest this is kinda your fault for putting a key in my mailbox and then waltzing around towel dropped for me to walk in on any time, obviously I was gonna be affected by it."

Louis opens his mouth to speak, but Harry puts his hand up, and continues his own rant.

"And I already believe I’ve made it quite clear that I have a silly crush- or whatever you want to call it...” he pauses and looks for Louis' reaction, there isn’t one. Harry becomes nervous instantly. “And now that that’s off my chest I would appreciate it if you would never bring this up again. So let’s just move on and go to lunch and forget this whole morning even existed.” 

Louis nods with an impressed look and chuckles silently, almost as if he is in disbelief. "Come on, let's head to lunch," Louis replies, discarding his sandwich and trudging forward to grab Harry's hand. 

-*-

Harry looks around the pretty cafe, with all books that line the walls, only few he had heard of before. He then turns to Louis, who is still looking at the menu, fringe becoming longer and falling in front of his eyes. Harry is about to say something, a compliment to Louis, one in which would probably cross a line, but a waitress interrupts.

"What can I get you, boys?" She asks kindly, notepad held securely in her hand as she smiles at the two. Her skin is littered with tattoos, and her hair is a bright yellow—like a highlighter, Harry thinks to himself. He can't help but grin at her, falling in love with her style each time something new catches his eye—like her necklace, and chained skirt. 

Louis orders for them after Harry had pleaded for him to, too scared to speak for himself. And then they are left alone again, Louis' hand reaching for Harry's to stroke the small freckles on the pale skin. "Do you think you'll ever want tattoos?" Louis asks, flicking up his blue eyes to meet Harry's green. 

"I'd like some, yeah," Harry mumbles, transfixed with Louis. As if they were the only ones in the place. "Do you want anymore?" Harry slides his delicate fingers up Louis' button-up shirt, pressing his fingers softly to Louis' inked skin. 

"I would."

The waitress comes back to deliver their food and drinks, and before leaving mumbles about how cute a couple the two make. Louis splutters, and Harry blushes. They say thank you to her awkwardly, but neither of them deny it. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed! <3

Thank you JustHoldOnSunflower for the help.