Somehow, they ended up inside Harry's house making out, not even paying attention to their wet clothes and hair. Harry was pretty sure his lips would fall off any second now, but it was a risk he was willing to take. He was kissing Louis for fuck's sake and he had no idea why. Louis never told him what happened inside with Emily and what changed, but did it really matter?
He was kissing Louis for the love of God. His overthinking can wait for a few minutes.
Louis pulled away and took a look around, before focusing on Harry again.
''I think we should talk.'' he said and Harry crashed their lips together once more, wrapping his arms, around his neck, pulling him down. Harry opened his mouth, his and Louis' tongues touching and it just felt so fucking amazing. Louis put his hands under Harry's thighs, lifting his up and Harry wrapped his legs around his waist. He really did not know where this confidence came from, but he didn't mind. He was happy Louis kissed him, confused too, but happy. Happy because even though, it was soon to move on, he had already admitted to Niall, that he liked the blue-eyed man, but he could never tell him that, because they had just started being friends again.
Louis placed carefully the younger man on the kitchen table, before pulling away once again.
''No, we really need to talk. So, I'm just gonna stand over there and talk, yeah?'' Louis walked backwards, his back hitting a wall.
''Do you mind?'' he asked, taking a cigarette out and Harry shook his head, his lips all red and kissable and Harry looking so pretty and ugh! He had to fight the urge to just run those four meters separating them and kiss him, until he couldn't breathe.
Best. Death. Ever.
''Look, I like you. I like you a lot. I've liked you for a while, anyways. So, I'll keep this straightforward. Will you go out with me tomorrow night?'' Louis asked, lighting his cigarette.
''I'd love to. I like you too.'' Harry said, a blush creeping on his face.
''You fell for that? God, you must be stupid.'' Louis huffed, walking towards the boy, whose smile immediately fell, hearing those words.
''Jesus, I was just joking, love.'' Louis rushed out and Harry glared.
''You are the meanest person ever! I am taking my answer. Tomorrow night I'll only have a date with my bed.'' Harry said, hoping off the table and Louis let out a light chuckle.
''I was just joking!'' Louis exclaimed, grabbing Harry by the waist, pulling him against his chest.
''You're cruel and not funny!''
''You said once I was the funniest guy you've ever met.''
''No, you said that. About yourself, 'cause you are a narcissistic bastard.'' Harry said.
''You adore me and you will go out with me to prove you my point. That I am indeed the funniest guy you'll ever meet. So, having a second chance, because I am awesome, will you go on a date with me?'' Louis asked with a charming smile on his face.
''If you make jokes like that again, I'll never talk to you.''
''So, I can get rid of you?'' Louis asked and Harry slapped his chest.
''I hate you.'' he mumbled and Louis kissed him.
''I love it, when you shut up.''
Harry pouted.
''You're so cute. I'm gonna go now and I'll see you at school tomorrow.'' Louis said, cupping Harry's face and pecked his lips.
''Okay, goodnight.'' Harry mumbled and Louis kissed him one more time, before pulling away and opened Harry's door, disappearing into the night.
Harry looked like he was about to burst and started jumping up and down, letting out small beams, searching for his phone in his pockets.
''Niall!'' he screamed, once the Irish boy picked it up.
''Hello. I'm very well, thank you for asking.'' Niall, sarcastically replied and Harry rolled his eyes, still grinning.
''Louis kissed me!'' he exclaimed.
''Hold on. What did I miss?'' Niall gasped.
''I don't know. I introduced him to Emily and I was walking down the street to go back home and then I heard him calling out my name and I turn around and he kissed me!'' Harry explained.
''What happened with Emily? What changed his mind in those minutes?'' Niall wondered.
''I have no idea and I honestly, do not care, 'cause I got kissed. BY LOUIS!'' Harry yelled.
''I realized that. And then what?''
''He asked me out! Me and Louis are going out. On a date. A DATE.''
''I understand that, Haz. Are you even gonna sleep tonight or pee yourself out of happiness?''
''That's actually disgusting, Niall and you killed the vibe.'' Harry said, chuckling a bit.
''You loved the joke.''
*
''To Louis- Not Balless Anymore- Tomlinson!'' Oli yelled, raising a his glass and Stan squeezed Louis' shoulder, before shallowing a vodka shot.
After Louis left Harry's house, he went to Oli's bar to tell him the news and it happened for Stan to be there. Once they heard the new, it was inevitable for them not to scream and get drunk. Louis liked the weight being lifted off his chest after so long. He had finally admitted to the boy, that he was in love with him (well, not actually, but it is definitely a start!) and he was genuinely happy, that Harry felt that way too.
''Also, where are my 50 pounds?'' Oli asked, showing Stan the palm of his hand, while the other boy searched his left pocket, mumbling something under his breath, and placed the wrinkled bill on Oli's hand, who smirked and hid it in his back pocket.
''What was this about?'' Louis asked, scared of the answer.
''Stan said that you would never have the balls to be with Harry.'' Oli said and Stan gasped.
''You, traitor!'' he exclaimed.
''Based on today's events, suck my dick, Stan.'' Louis smirked and Oli cheered.
''In my defense, you would have never done if it weren't for that girl!"
''We will never know.'' Louis shrugged.
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