Love, Harry [l.s]

nineteen

Louis' POV:

"Keep talking, Lou," He reminds me, and I nod. "Sorry, I don't mean to keep interrupting I just sort of ramble and stay random stuff like that when I'm nervous,"

"I do the same thing, don't worry. Okay, so we were on the porch and this green van pulls into their driveway,"

"We call it Vanzilla back at the agency,"

"Vanzilla pulls up and you get out of it, looking all shy and timid. I can't really get a good look behind Margo's big ass head, though, and I try to pull away from her kiss but I'm rather unsuccessful so I don't really have any other choice but to stay on the porch swing with her,"

Harry loosens his grip just a little as he looks over at me. "When I got to the porch, I was just hoping and praying you guys weren't brother and sister,"

He laughs when he sees my shocked and somewhat disgusted expression. "You thought we were siblings?!" I whisper-shout.

"You'd be surprised by the different families and family dynamics I've been exposed to. So to answer your question, I was hoping that wasn't the case, but I also couldn't rule out the possibility of incest and stuff. You never know,"

"Well thank god we aren't related, I'd pack my bags and run away if she were my sister," I whine only somewhat jokingly, "Anyway, I heard you talking with the parents before the three of you went inside. I wasn't facing you, but I could tell from the start that I'd like you. Plus, your voice is totally intoxicating."

"Even now?" Harry asks. He's still expecting the loop-de-doop now that we're in the air and his voice is a little squeaky and higher than usual, anxious tension evident in his tone.

"Yes, even now," I ruffle his curls. "After you went in, Oliver finally called us inside and I got to breathe some fresh fucking air, which was a relief. I was so excited to meet you since you looked about my age or a smidge younger, which you are."

"What'd you think when you actually interacted with me in their kitchen?"

"Well, I walked in and saw you talking to Blair about her work and sipping a glass of water. And let me tell you, you were - and still are - the cutest boy I have ever seen. You seemed all flustered in the moment too. Your cheeks were light red with blush but you were smiling and your dimples were adorable."

"I remember that. I didn't know if I was supposed to sit or stand when you two came into the kitchen, and I was a bit intimidated to make eye contact with either of you in case you were siblings, which I was still skeptical about,"

"Well, it was a little late for no eye contact when I introduced myself to you. I hope you didn't mind the hug, I don't really like handshakes and you looked very hug-able, I couldn't resist,"

"Are you kidding? The hug made me genuinely smile for the first time all day. It was all warm and cozy and amazing,"

"Want to know a secret?" I ask, noticing he's hugging me now as well. He nods and looks at me.

"There's no plane loop-de-doop," I whisper with a smirk on my face. "I was going to tell you that once you said you were scared of heights, but then you started hugging me around the waist and I liked that so I didn't say anything,"

Harry immediately retracts his hug and punches me on the arm. I just laugh as he buries his face angrily in my jumper. "You bitch," He groans, "I hate you,"

"I highly doubt that," I wrap my arms around him. He's even cute when he's mad.

"So I hugged you and then when you were talking a little bit more to all of us, I found myself just looking at you. I didn't really mean to stare - well, actually, yeah I did - but not in a creepy way." I quickly clarify.