Scar wars (Larry fanfic)

Harry

I needed to forget everything everyone. I was in the club just finishing my second glass of red wine when a third one appeared in front of me. I frowned at the bartender.

"I didn't order another one!" I said, being sure it was a mistake and he smiled and looked somewhere behind me. 

"It's a gift." 

I've never been more confused. I looked behind me and I saw Louis. My face lit up in surprise and a big smile appeared on my face. "Tiramisu!" I yelled suddenly, very happy he was there. He giggled beautifully and sat next to me.

"Hello, mister!"

I realise I start to see that real smile more often and I have to admit his laugh and giggles are the best sound that ever existed on earth. And, the best thing, it’s for me only. 

"May I know the reason you just paid for my third glass of wine?” I lean over getting closer to him until the only support I have it’s in my left arm placed on his chair in the space left between his legs and I continue. “Are you trying to get me drunk?"

He leans even closer to me and says loud and clear "Is it your third? Then I take it back." The way he pronounced the k sound from the last word awakened something dead in me, butterflies. I looked at him surprised without moving an inch and whispering with a slight smile on my face. "You wouldn't."

He gives me an up and down look, maybe checking the distance between us or checking me and asks "How do you know?"

I did what I hate the most. I assumed. 

I shrug without breaking eye contact and say "I don't know. You might take it back."

He smirks getting even closer to my lips, and  by closer I mean I can feel his breath on my lips, I can feel his hair on my forehead and my curls are now touching his shoulder too. My breath stops but I refuse to move an inch and he finally moves back pulling out a glass of wine behind my ear and I laugh. 

"That's the shittest trick ever. Try something else."

He laughed as well and I backed off sitting comfortable on my chair. He gives me my glass of wine and I drink it all. He drinks from his glass too and looks at me and says "What pisses you off so bad that you are open to getting drunk in a club? You wanna beat someone's ass?"

I genuinely laugh but more because beating someone up is something that I was so close to doing today. I rub my face with my hands and look at him asking "Are you volunteering?"

He smiles or more specifically, he smirks and says "I am volunteering for something else that involves you." 

"Where did you find these pick-up lines? In your teenager notebook?"

"I think I found yours."

I shook my head. "One, I didn't have one, and two, it would have been in Italian. So no chance."

"Oh right sorry, I forgot I have the King of Italy here with me!"

"Such a big mistake."

I drank from my glass and he laughed. I look at him.

"Why are you here? Are you planning to film the action this time?"

"Yeah, but you have to announce it to me, at least one minute earlier."

"One minute, grandpa is that you?"

"Yes, sit on my lap to tell you a story."

I felt my cheeks burning. "About who?"

"A king and his man"

"Is the king's man not called King?"

"Shakespeare let me tell it how I want to tell it."