~a lot of years later~
Louis's pov
this is my second year in uni i already know everything and everyone so there's nothing really to tell i share a room with my best friend niall who quickly became my best friend since we moved in together
and things have been going pretty good right now me and niall are laying on our beds both doing our own thing i'm painting my nails and he's watching a tutorial on how to bathe a sea turtle ps. we do not own a sea turtle
"ni i'm gonna go cook some pasta for dinner do you want some?" i say after my nails are done drying
"nah i already had dinner" i nod and walk out of our dorm to the shared kitchen we have i pop in my air pods and dance around in the kitchen as i cook i don't really care that people can walk in and see me dancing because what would they do 'oh my god look at that guy dancing what a weirdo' i don't give a fuck
as i'm stirring the pasta sauce i feel a tap on my shoulder i take my headphones of and look to him he looks younger than me curly beautiful hair and the cutest smile with the brightest eyes. he's so beautiful.
"hello sorry to disturb you i'm harry." he says politely and i smile softly harry. that's his name.
"no no problem my love what's going on?" i ask and he blushes a bit embarrassed "it's my first week here and i'm not really used to living on my own and stuff my mum always kind of took care of me i know it's weird and embarrassing but i don't think i have any other way to make dinner can i please have some of the pasta you're making anything you can give me i'll take" i smile softly god he is the cutest.
"of course baby. i'll finish it and bring it right to your dorm what's your dorm number?" he smiles brightly "thank you so much. 528 but i can just come back and get it it's no-"
"no i insist. now go" i tap his shoulder playfully and smile at him as he walks away i'm determined to make this pasta actually good now
after a few minutes i'm done i serve the pasta into two plates one for me and one for harry. i don't know if i should bring my dead friend to this but this harry brings me the same sense of comfort as the dead one or maybe anyone named harry would give me this sense of comfort i don't know.
i knock on the door i already dropped my plate off at my own dorm and then he opens it up and gasps "that smells so good whyd you put so much i mean i'm not complaining i just didn't expect it thank you so much!" he hugs me tightly and takes the plate from me "your nails look beautiful by the way" he says and i smile looking down at them
"thank you so much!" i giggle "you're very welcome."
i smile at him once last time before walking off he's so cute.
"ni ni i'm in love" i lay dramatically on his bed and he rolls his eyes "who winked at you now?"
"i'm not actually in love" i sit up on my elbows "but i'm about to be there's this really cute boy who walked up to me while i was cooking my pasta and he said it was his first week here he wasn't used to being on his own and shit like that and he wanted dinner so i made him some pasta and he liked it and he said my nails were beautiful" i imitate harry's accent
he smirks "ooo sounds hot fuck him" i roll my eyes
"not everything about fucking and sex." i lay down on the bed "but fuck i bet he has such a nice body tucked in that baggy sweater fuck he's gonna be in my dreams tonight." he smirks
"i'm not saying anything i'm just throwing you a causal bottle of lube and walking right the fuck out." he throws me a bottle of lube and walks outside i blush and look at it for a while
i realize that i'm actually hard. wow. how cute. i pull my shorts down and drizzle some lube into my hand my god i'm disgusting i've met the guy once and i'm touching myself to the thought of him??
i grab a hold on my cock moving my hands up and down closing my eyes and letting my mind drift to him. images of him naked ontop of me whispering sweet nothings kissing down my neck "fuck harry." i moan softly
"say it again." i hear him say fuck my imagination is really doing it today
"fuck harry!" i moan louder my voice desperate to reach my high
"again you slut. touching yourself to a guy you've met once how fucking slutty is that"
"so slutty i'm such a slut fuck i'm a slut i'm a slut fuck me!" i moan as i cum all over my hands and sigh softly
"god he's sexy." i whisper to myself as i walk to the bathroom to clean up i hear a knock on my door probably niall forgot his keys i clean my hands and open the door finding harry standing there with a plate in his hand
"hi i just wanted to thank you for the absolutely delicious pasta i made you some brownies..kind of the only thing i know how to make" he smiled shyly
the brownies look a little melted but it's from harry so i don't care. "you really didn't have to baby." i smile and hug him kissing his cheek and he smiles "you kissed my cheek." he says and i tilt my head to the side.
"did that make you uncomfortable?" i frown and he shakes his head quickly "its a big comfort thing for me sorry" he blushes and i take the plate from him putting it on my desk that's beside the door and hug him.
"you are the cutest person i've ever met." i say and he hugs me back "thank you." i pull back.
"thank you for the brownies h" he smiles and nods "bye lou." he waves and walks off what a nice polite boy.
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