Just One Little Favour

Twenty Two

There was a lot of arguing between Louis and Lottie a few days ago when she rocked up uninvited, causing Harry and Louis' charade of the day be cut short.

Louis wants to strangle her sometimes, but he has no right in refusing her to see her son. But it did cost Harry to have to sit on his own for dinner with his parents.

And Louis feels absolutely awful over that fact.

He's sitting in bed, chewing his lip as he stares down at his phone. Joe's gone out with Lottie today, finally having a day off from her busy schedule to have some time alone with her son again.

And that means Louis is home. Alone. With nothing to do but pine for something that isn't even there.

He sighs heavily through his nose. He can't sit here and do fuck all, he's never felt so bored in his life.

He could be at work sorting emails, but he's told the crew that he's trying to conjure up a new game that'll get them back up on the chart. It was obviously a lie, he's been lacking the motivation recently, all his mind seems to do is create images of a certain curly lad smiling at him and looking pretty as ever.

He grabs his phone off the side of the bedside table and taps away at it, not knowing if he should hate himself for this or not. It does tick a small amount of anxiety in him, the nerves snaking through his veins.

It's just Harry, he reminds himself. Just Harry.

He presses the call button and waits for it to ring.

"Hello?" Harry's voice drawls from the other end, making Louis' legs feel weak just from the tone.

"Hey, love, was wondering if you're doing anything today?" Louis questions.

"Not that I know of, why?"

Louis chews at his cheek. "I'm kid free today, was wondering if you would like to go out, just the two of us."

"Louis Tomlinson... are you asking me out on a date?" Harry asks, amusement laced in his voice.

"Don't sound so shocked, Harold. We can go wherever you want to, it's your choice. I feel bad for leaving so quick on Wednesday, want to make it up to you."

"On a date," Harry says, testing the sound of it on his tongue. "I don't know... surely this should be the proposal dinner, now that we've been together for just over six years according to the fake files."

Louis snorts. "If it's a ring on your finger you want, Curly, a ring on your finger you'll get," he teases lightly.

"Alright. I'd love to go on a date with you. What time were you thinking?"

"See you in about an hour?" Louis suggests, sounding slightly unsure.

"See you in an hour, Lou. Bye, babe."

Louis feels giddy at the name of endearment, not knowing if Harry meant it sincerely, or as a joke. "Bye, darling."

His heart begins to race and he squeals into his pillow, kicking his legs as though he's a high-school girl that has just asked her crush to go on the date with him.

He runs to the bathroom and takes a quick shower, scrubbing himself with his sea salt shower gel three times before he feels clean enough and smelling less like an armpit from where he's been festering in his own sweat all morning under the covers. He styles his hair on the way out, before stopping off at his wardrobe and contemplating what the actual fuck he should wear to this date.

He doesn't even know where they're going to go, he doesn't want to dress up too much or dress down.

After contemplating for far too long, and the time ticks to almost a full hour, he shoves on a pair of black trousers he's chucked onto the floor, followed by the crop top Joey stole from Harry.