'Cause I love you more than a promise.

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It's not his fault, he swears. It's not his fault at all.

Because everyone is in love with Louis, so you can't really blame him that he's just one of the many that has fallen in love with the boy.

But how could you not fall in love with him, is the thing.

Louis' so gorgeous, so pretty, that it's hard to look away when your eyes land on him. His eyes shine, practically, with this perfect, suntanned skin and a crinkly eyed smile that always sends goose bumps down his back. But it doesn't even end with his looks. He's one of those few people who are actually nice, who make jokes without hurting other people, who helps you up if you fall.

He's so undeniably perfect, so spectacularly flawless, and so tragically taken, it breaks Harry's heart and fixes it all the same.

So obviously, it's not Harry's fault that he's in love with him. Any decent person with eyes would be.

And, it's like. He's so close. He's so  close to getting onto the friend level with him.

He doesn't believe in the friend zone bullshit, because if everything that comes up comes down, anything that goes in comes out as well. So if he just works his way into being a friend, then a good friend, then a very good friend, he could even make Louis fall in love with him.

You know, on all the right terms.

And well, that's his plan anyway.

He's got it on his List Of Things To Do. It's right up there with 'do the dishes' and 'make dinner,' maybe even higher up than those two, right up there in bold print. 'Hope Louis Tomlinson Falls In Love With Me.'

And, if he does say so himself, the plan is working out just swell.

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So maybe his most effective way of getting Louis' attention isn't a very good one, but it does work. Louis' mum pays him 10 quid every week to mow their lawn, and sometimes Louis comes out to talk to him.

It's bright and early on Tuesday, the day before the first day of school, when Harry's busy mowing through the lawn, that Louis comes out to stand on the porch. He's wearing a long jumper and looks sleepy, but he's smiling all fond as he pads out to the lawn.

"Rather early this morning, yeah?" He asks, crossing his arms over his chest, and oh he's cold, he knew he should of grabbed a jacket, that way he could give it to him.

"Yeah, well. Wanted to get it done early today," Harry says casually, leaning against the mower in a way he prays with all his heart and soul looks cool. After all, Louis' boyfriend is a college kid, he's got high standards to meet.

"Mum wanted me to give this to you," Louis says quickly, reaching into his pocket to hand him a bill, and Harry raises an eyebrow in surprise.

"This is a 20, not a 10," Harry tells him slowly, staring down at it.

"It was pretty hot this summer, so she wanted to pay you extra," Louis shrugs, clearing his throat. He looks awkward and oh dear god, could this boy just get on his lap so he could kiss him.

"Oh. Well, um. Tell her I said thank you," Harry coughs, looking down at the mower, before leaning on it more, which causes him to push the start button, which of course, only starts it. It starts travelling across the lawn rather quickly, and they both stare it.