Bravery (Larry AU/short story)

Chapter 2

I'm sorry that this is such a short chapter but I felt like the end is good and I didn't wanna write more because I wouldn't have found a better ending point for that chapter. Of course the story isn't done yet, there's gonna be more chapters. The song fits the chapter sorta well, (of course not every line) and the picture too. Just imagine Harry having no tattoos. ;) Oh and creds to owner. Have fun reading! :)

Though he'd already seen the kitchen, he was still surprised by the plenty of food that was spread everywhere. The kitchen definitely was a place Louis didn't like to clean up, Harry thought.

"So... what do you wanna eat?" Louis asked, scratching the back of his neck while looking around in confusion.

"I don't really care actually" Harry said, holding onto his own hands behind his back. Louis chuckled nervously. Harry was surprised. In school, Louis seemed so incredibly comfortable and confident but at home he was just a normal guy. Of course he was still loads more confident than Harry.

Louis started opening the counters and the fridge, looking for something to eat for his guest.

"Um... how about pasta? It's like... the only thing I can really cook" Louis chuckled. Harry grinned and shrugged.

"Sure" he said, smiling at how Louis tried to 'cook' the meal. He put a knife and a few onions on the counter, also getting some spices.

"You don't really do that often right?" Harry said, immediately regretting it. What if that made Louis mad? What if he felt offended? Harry tugged on his own hair, a little worried.

"Yeah I usually wait for my roommate, he works in a restaurant. I really suck at cooking!" Louis laughed. Harry felt relieved Louis wasn't mad, so he dared to make one more step.

"Do you want me to... help you?" he asked carefully, taking a little step towards the stove, his hands still entwined behind his back.

"Can you cook?" Louis asked while stirring the water.

"Um... I can cook noodles" Harry grinned. Louis pouted jokingly, handing Harry the wooden spoon while sticking his tongue out at the slightly smaller boy. Harry put the wooden spoon down.

"You don't need to stir water" he explained carefully.

"Oh" Louis said, scratching his head. He shrugged while sitting down on the table, gesturing Harry to carry on with what he was doing. Harry grinned while turning around to face the stove, grabbing salt from the counter where Louis had put it earlier. Louis still sat on the table, now forced to look at Harry's back. More like, Harry's ass. He kept looking at it and the rest of the younger boys body, not able to resist the view. He had a really nice body, Louis thought. When Louis realized what he was looking at, he quickly shook his head to distract himself. Harry didn't even have like a ' special' ass, it was rather normal, but Louis couldn't take his eyes off it. He felt a bit creeped out by himself. Still, he couldn't help but continue to stare at the younger boy. The way he chopped the onions and tomatoes, running his fingers trough his hair every now and then. Louis didn't quite know what it was about that boy that he had never even talked to before today. Maybe it was the way he dressed, with his white converse and the grey cardigan that looked a bit to big for him, or the way he talked, slowly, with his deep and raspy voice. Or maybe it was the way he behaved, shy and careful, careful to not hurt anybody or get in trouble. He felt sad thinking about that it didn't even work. He still got in trouble. Harry tensed under Louis' gaze, shifting a little. He felt really weird, like he was being observed, and he didn't want the older, fit boy, to study him like that considering he doesn't have a very good body, and he'd rather have Louis not looking at him, otherwise he might lose interest in him. If he even is interested in any way. Maybe he just feels guilty for me, Harry thought. Or maybe he wants to do something else... he shivered, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.