Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 19

Not only Louis but also Mark were mesmerized by Harry's small speech. It wasn't what he said but how he delivered it.

Till now the whole evening just made Louis realize how far gone for Harry he really is.

Soon after the last speech was held the waiters came back around, this time not only bearing Champagne but also the much needed food. It was a mixture of different vegetables with falafel and some couscous, since Harry ordered the vegan option for them both.

During the dinner Harry and Louis interacted a lot with the other ones sitting at the table, sharing some laughs with Mark and his wife. Glad, that till now no one asked them about their relationship status.

As the desert, a vegan tiramisu is served, Harry bows down to Louis ear and softly says "in a bit the fun and best part of the evening is gonna start."

Louis nearly gags on the food in his mouth since his mind ran off to a not so innocent place.

"Omg, Louis. You're unbelievable. I meant the music is gonna start and everyone is going to dance."

"Harold, you should know- I don't dance. You have to find someone else to hit the dance floor with."

He looks at Louis with big puppy eyes.

"Nope, that's not gonna work. You're puppy eyes will not break me. Why don't you take Mia? She seems like a great dancer and I doubt that Mark is into dancing."

"You're boring, Louis. But as you wish. I in fact know that Mia is a great dancer, wouldn't be our first rodeo. We always make a great pair."

At the mention of a rodeo Louis mind goes to Harry riding a bull. Harry riding. He definitely needs more alcohol to survive especially since the food sobered him up.

As soon as the band began to play Harry was the first one on the dance floor, taking Mia with him.
Louis has to admit that they look and move great together, even if he only had eyes for Harry.

He pulls out his phone, opens the chat with Niall and starts texting

' I'm so gone for him. It's cruel to watch him, he's the most perfect person. It's torture!! And he can FUCKING dance. He'll be the death of me. '

Getting a fast reply

'Tommo, by all means- leave your fucking phone and go get your man!'

Louis puts his phone back into his pocket and eyes the dancefloor again as he downs the next glass of champagne.
He sees that Nick and his date are also dancing now, imaging how often Nick and Harry danced together. Not only on public dance floors but in the privacy of just them. How Harry looked at Nick with puppy eyes, convincing him to swing to his favourite tune of the day for hours. He gets a sick feeling in his stomach agin. His eyes still laying on Nick he sees him whisper something into the ear of his partner before leaving him, emerging into the direction of Harry and Mia.

Without a second thought, Louis got up. Excusing himself with the words
"Sorry, I'm going to dance with my boyfriend." before he was aware what he said he already left the table and was a few feet away from Harry.

Who was so focused on his dance with Mia that he was unaware of the situation happening around him.

"May I hop in?" He asks Mia, who brightly smiles at him.

"Of course! Have a blast, loves!" She says before she goes back to their table.

"May I have this dance Harry?"

Harry is sure that Louis is actually flirting with him now.

"I thought you don't dance."

He answers as Louis opens his arms to furfill the dominant dancing position.

"That's true. But I never said that I don't know how to dance."

And that was something he now proved to Harry. Harry always enjoyed to dance the dominant parts, when he danced with Mia or anybody else. Even with Nick he had to be the one leading since Nick had no clue. But dancing with Louis, being lead and just following his steps feels better than anything ever before.

"Wow."

Harry whispers as Louis spins him around, before he comes back even closer. The next one being a waltz, Louis pulls Harry closer and the take up most of the dance floor.

"You have to tell me where you learned that!"

Harry never danced a waltz like that before, feeling like he was on an opera evening instead of a university gala.

"That's my secret, young Harold and if you ever spill it I will deny that this ever happened."

They fall back into silence, just having eyes for each other.
The strings are getting slower and quieter and his head fogged up from Harry and all the champagne.

*Hello loves! Prepare yourself for some drama in the next chapters! I also had a shit day - thanks university... So I thought I at least give you all some pleasure by inviting you on the dancefloor with Harry*