"Yes, okay," Louis told Charlie, as they discussed he and Harry's date.
"The pub on 25th street. Remember that, Louis."
"Yes, I have it written down. Tomorrow, correct?"
"Yeah, you and the other guys will be heading to the pub for a few drinks on St. Patricks Day. And remember, You and Harry have to look like a real couple, Louis."
"Yeah, I know." Louis sighed. This was not how he wanted to spend his evening. He had planned on getting out one of his many Shakesphere books, and cuddling up with a blanket by the fire that was steadily radiating heat.
He hung up, and rubbed his eyes tiredly. He sat down on the sofa, and dialed Harry's number.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Harry."
There was a pause, and then an answer. "Yeah, Lou?"
"Uh, well..we have a date tomorrow night!"
"You-" he cleared his throat, "You set up a date for us?" he managed to choke out.
"Well not me, Charlie did," Louis cleared up.
"Oh, well. Okay then. When is it, exactly?"
"Tomorrow night at the pub with the others. Ya know, for St. Patricks Day?" Louis replied.
"Yeah, okay."
"So, I'll- uh- see ya tomorrow?"
"Yeah, see ya when you pick me up. I'll be ready at six-thirty," Harry told him cheekily, then hung up.
Louis felt his cheeks get hot, and something in his stomach fluttered. He could't have a crush on Harry.
Could he?
