Baby I'm Perfect For You

Chapter 7

A/N: Dedicated to @thepunkstris , for giving me wonderful ideas that helped me write this chapter <3

The gentle sunlight peeking from the thin material of the curtains illuminated Harry's face as he worked around the flat. His curly strands were pressed to his forehead, sticky from sweat. The pink polka dot blouse hung loose on his shoulders as he bent down to pick up the string of fairy lights from a box.

He carefully hung the lights around his house, giving out a satisfied hum when the lights gave a soft glow to the flat when turned on.

The timer that he had set on for the oven went off at that exact moment, and Harry rushed towards his kitchen. He put on an oven mitt and took out the steaming hot tray of lasagna and placed it on the counter, letting it cool.

Harry gives the risotto in the pot a stir and turns the gas off. He takes two plates out of the cupboard and sets them out, wanting to be ready for when Louis comes.

He pours himself a glass of juice in the meantime, and sips on it contently. Louis would be here any minute.

The bell rings, startling Harry. He pushes his glass towards the basin and brushes his shirt, straightening himself a bit.

Harry trips on the box on his way to the door, and lets out a few colorful curses. He kicks it aside, hoping Louis won't notice it. He puts a wide smile on his face, and opens the door expecting Louis but instead finds himself facing...Gloria?

"Gloria?" he asks confusedly.

"That's my name, don't act so surprised." She sasses him. "Are you going to let me inside or do I have to wait outside all day?"

Harry splutters. "S-sorry." He tilts his body and Gloria breezes past him. She halts in her way and looks around.

"Harry, love, this looks wonderful! What are you up to? Expecting someone?"

Harry nods slowly. "I have a friend coming over."

She raises her eyebrows, but doesn't push the topic. "A friend, interesting..." she muses.

"Gloria stop thinking whatever you're thinking, it's not like that." He huffs, rolling his eyes.

"I didn't even say anything!" she exclaims, faking surprise. Harry can see right through it.

"I know what you're thinking about. Stop. That's not it."

"Whatever you say, honey." She mumbles, a slight smirk playing on her lips.

"And he might come around any minute now, so chop-chop, out you go." He pushes her towards the exit, ignoring her words of protest.

"Gentle, gentle! I'm an old lady, Harry, have some respect-"

"Shh." He shushes her, "You're not that old."

"Fine, fine, I'm going." She harrumphs, clear that she couldn't stay around any longer. "Have fun!" she cheers, walking out of the door. She straightens the round glasses on her nose and waves him goodbye.

Harry closes the door with a relieved sigh, and slumps his back on it. He reheats the now cold risotto and lasagna, covering them with lids.

Louis should have been here by now, he wondered where he went. He hoped the blue-eyed lad hadn't backed out on his plan, he could already feel his heart breaking. He wished for the evening to go nothing but perfect, giving Louis anything less would be a crime.

He sat down on his sofa, and pulled out a light blue bottle of nail paint. He put a coat of it on his nails, loving how they matched Louis's eyes. He put on a second coat on both his hands and blew on them, making them dry faster.