Harry/Larry fanfics

Harry's first date

Harry was very excited. After meeting this beautiful blonde haired, green eyed girl at the coffee shop a few days ago, he couldn't stop thinking about her. And now he was going to her house because she insisted on making dinner for him. Of course Harry could cook but it had been kind of a rough day at the studio so he didn't mind. Rough as in time span so he didn't get lunch till around 2:00pm, in which he ran across the street to the taco place. It was sort of like a Taco Bell, but  slightly cleaner. He only had 20 minutes for lunch, though, so that was kind of his only option.

Harry put on a nice low neck shirt, a patterned open front sweater, and some violet trousers. Checked his hair and made his way to his car. He was so excited to see her and couldn't wait. He arrived around 7 and knocked on her door. Even though this is America and most people have door bells, she did not. He put his hands in his pockets and waited for the door to open. The door was opened by the same beautiful girl, who was quite frantic. "Hi! Hi! Come in!" She immediately ran down the hall back to the kitchen. Harry smelled smoke, not to mention the light fog in the air, and quickly followed after her. "Damn it!" She said, pulling the bread out of the oven. The kitchen was full of dirty dishes and silver ware, barely any counter space. "What are you trying to make!? A Thanksgiving dinner?" Harry chuckled and ran over to help his new girlfriend. He started cleaning the counter opposite to her, washing some dishes. "No," she said, agitated, "I was trying to make this new eggplant parm and garlic bread, and I-I burned the bread, and I added to much salt to the sauce, and I-I was trying to just make some regular pasta but that didn't work and I-" Harry had dried his hand and turned around, placing it on her shoulder. "Stop, it's ok. Just breathe." His calming accent and gentle tone calmed her down. "Yeah...but I-I was supposed to make dinner and it's just become a wreck and this is supposed to be romantic and-" He looked at her with a look of "what did I just tell you," which made her stop talking and go into his arms. "Breathe," Harry said once more, smoothing her hair, "I find this perfectly romantic!" He said down to her. She looked up in shock, "Y-You do?" He halfly smiled. "Yeah! You're right. This is a terrible, messy disaster, but I find clumsiness and chaos romantic! It shows your human, you know?" She nodded and wiped her eyes. She had become teary with stress. "Here. Let me finish these few dishes, and we can order pizza or watch a movie or something. Ok?" She nodded and went to leave, "Wait, no. You're the guest! I mean... hell, this is your first time here! I should do them!" He shook his head, "No, I've got them. You take a breather. I'll be there in a second." She warmly smiled and exited. Harry loved her more than ever. When Harry finished the dishes, he dried his hands and went to the living room where she was sitting. A movie was pulled up on the screen, and she had been looking at her phone. Harry snuck up on her slightly by putting his arm around her shoulder. "I've got my half, um, what do you want on your side?" She asked. "Peperoni or meat is fine." Harry responded. She finished ordering and started the movie. They cuddled until the pizza came, then they ate, then continued cuddling whilst the movie played. When the movie finished, Harry needed to use the bathroom and was about to speak when he looked down. She had fallen asleep on his chest. He did need to wee, but he didn't want to wake her. Like the rules of a cat. So he gently lifted her head and scooched to the side where he then sat her head down on the pillow. She moved slightly and then fell right back asleep. Harry covered her with the blanket that was on the back of the couch and went to use the bathroom. When he returned, she was still asleep, so he grabbed a napkin and pen and wrote a little note.
"I had a great time tonight. You seemed like you were pretty tired, and I didn't want to wake you. Hope we can see each other again soon.
                                 I love you, -H"
Harry sat the note on top of the pizza box and grabbed his sweater and keys, leaving her house. He had a smile on his face the whole way home.