Moonlight scars

IV

Year—2022

"Are you sure you want to drink that?" Louis asks, something in him wasn't satisfied, he felt like he knew Harry had an allergy and it was dumb to test it out like that.

"Yeah." Harry says before inserting the straw and taking a sip. A grimace takes over him and Louis is launching forward to exchange their drinks, "Alright no. I'm not letting you drink something that you're probably allergic to." He huffs and Harry frowns.

"I'm not—" and then he's wheezing, loudly with his face red, Louis gasps, redness surrounding Harry's neck and cheeks, he immediately searches his tote bag for an epipen which he usually carries with him. He injects Harry with it, stroking the man's back as he soothes him out from the allergic reaction he was having.

"I'm so sorry." Louis whispers teary at the fact he hurt Harry, immediately Harry's holding his hand, his cheeks are blotchy and there's tears in his eyes from the reaction, "Why are you sorry. Hey." He wheezes.

"I made you drink that god forbid pumpkin spiced latte! I-I somehow knew that you were allergic and just to prove myself that I made you drink that, I'm so sorry Haz." He admits and Harry's immediately pulling his chair towards his own, "Look at me." He commands ever so softly,

"I wanted to drink it. Plus you saved me so I don't think there's any harm done. Also even I didn't know about this allergy of mines."

"Bu-But I did. I swear it's like, it's like a muscle memory to not let you have anything that contains pumpkin in it and I know it sounds stupid but I guess it just is." He babbles.

"I—"

"Lou!" Louis shuts his eyes, he really didn't want Abel to distract him now, not when he's on a date (yes it's a date. At least Louis likes to call it one in his head) with Harry.

"Abel." He knows he sounds disappointed which is very rude so to correct his mistake he stands up and hugs his friend, "Hey."

"Hi! I was looking for you everywhere and then Zayn said you were with Henry over here." Louis squawks and punches the taller boy, "Hey! It's Harry."

"Uh Louis, I think I'd leave. My class starts in ten minutes." Harry says and he looks mad if his flared nostrils and icy glare towards Abel is any indication, "Oh alright. I-I'll see you later?" Harry nods grabs the chocolate mocha and walks away leaving a disappointed and wailing Louis behind. "He's going." He mumbles sadly, watching as the broad back walks.

"Were y'all on a date?" Abel asks hesitantly and Louis looks at him with a pout, "Yes. I mean he didn't know it but yup it was a date. A date where I almost killed him."

"Killed him? Oh! So he is allergic?" Louis nods eyes still on Harry and then Harry's turning around looking directly in his eyes. Louis blushes head to toe as he waves shyly, Harry giving out a small smile as he waves him back and that's enough for Louis to squeal when the boy turns back.

"I mean he paid for our drinks is it not a date?" He wonders, "I always pay for your Starbucks order."

"You are like not my crush! Harry's you know my dream man." He mutters eyes on the cookie box with pure distaste. He opens it and just as expected there's a phone number with a smily emoji which he tears in shred.

The cookies begrudgingly he accepts were good. So he ate up all of them. He smiles at the shape of the last cookie before clicking a picture of it, his teeth dents were on the edges and it formed a smile,

Lou— Study hard...xx

And then he's holding his phone to his chest because were the kisses too forward? What if Harry thinks he's too moving fast? What if Harry gets the I—