"Do you know the difference between hate and love?"
For Louis and Harry things have always been quite simple, they hate each other. Harry hates Louis and Louis hates Harry. It's mutual and they've discussed it, but they most certainly won't be discu...
Harry's POV I'm going on a date with Louis. I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH LOUIS!! How fucking lucky am I?!!
I can't seem to wrap my head around it. The words circle around my brain on repeat from when I dropped Louis off, all the way to now. Every time they get a smile out of me and I never want to wipe it off. My mum was right, Louis makes me so fucking happy.
I bought him flowers. It's cliche. I know. But it's also romantic and a classic. And I bought his favorite, daffodils. A beautiful flower for a beautiful boy. God, I'm nervous.
I knock on his door later in the evening, filled with anxious excitement. I hide the flowers behind my back just in case Louis isn't the one to answer the door.
Luckily for me, he is. He opens the door in a soft beige sweater with the sleeves rolled up because it's too big on him. Which also means his tattoos are clearly visible. His tight skinny jeans hug his body nicely as they taper down to where his black Vans are. His hair is perfectly messy, his scruff is very noticeable, his eyes seem bluer than usual, and he seems softer than usual. I'm in love. I'm so, so deeply in love with this boy, but how could I not be??
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"Hi," I greet rather breathlessly.
"Hi," he smiles.
I stare at him for a long second because he looks SO good, before finally clearing my mind. "Um, these are for you," I say, showcasing the little bouquet of daffodils from behind my back.
Louis seems to light up brighter than I've ever seen before, "Thank you," he beams with the crinkles by his eyes, "I love them," he says softly, taking the flowers and holding them to his heart.
"I love you," I blurt out like a fool.
I immediately blush while Louis giggles and grins at me, "I love you too," he winks and I reckon I could just die right now.
Before that happens, though, I smile at him shyly and flutter my eyelashes all innocent like. Louis rolls his eyes and shoves my shoulder lightly, making me laugh.
He hurries to place the flowers in a small vase and then joins me outside. We walk towards the date destination I've planned - obviously a surprise to Louis - with our hands brushing every so often. It drives me absolutely mad and I just want to grab his hand and never let it go. But I shouldn't. I can't.
Instead, I make it a point to get Louis all flustered and shy because he looks so adorable when he blushes. He always tends to ball his hands in his sweater and duck his head down and I can't get enough of it.
"You look really good Lou," I compliment and Louis turns a bright pink.
"T-thank you," he stutters out, "So do you."
I smile with my bottom lip slightly between my teeth, "I love how big your sweater is on you. It swallows you up, which is fucking adorable. You should wear my clothes sometime. I bet they would do the same," I go on.
