Tiny, Darling.

Chapter 1

"So you're flying to Paris then, yeah?" Harry asked curiously, carefully snipping the ends of a couple daisies.

"I am, yes, Harry.." Louis replied slowly, as if testing to see if he got the boys name right. Realistically, he could easily see that Harry was no boy.
He imaged Harry would've been a crazy teenager, but now it was evident that the boy had grown into a man with slight smile lines and stubble.

Louis couldn't take his eyes off him, for both the reason of wanting to admire his calming presence and for wanting to know how he could live such an ordinary life, "Are you quite done now? I have to catch a flight in... A little bit less than half an hour."

Harry blushed lightly at the fact that he was caught diddling around; wasting time, "Oh! Yeah, of course. Sorry."

Harry quickly cut down a few more flowers and arranged them in a clear packaging before sealing it shut with a red ribbon.
Harry gently handed the bouquet over to Louis with a smile, briskly walking towards the worn down cash register, and pressing in his order, "Alright, so that'll be.. Twenty-Five, please."

Louis pulled his wallet out, which Harry quickly recognized as Burberry, and handed over the money without another word.
He turned on his heels and began to walk towards the door, fiddling with the ribbon before he slowed down and looked over his shoulder towards the lanky boy that began to shake soil into another pot, "Uhm, Harry?"

Harry picked his head up and gazed over at him, his eyes glistening with a permanent happiness. One that Louis couldn't comprehend.

"Yeah?"

"I'm going to need another bouquet on Friday. Will you be open?" Louis asked, his eyes catching on the way Harry's loose curls laid gently up on his shoulders.

"Always. Only closed on weekends," Harry smiles, nodding towards the sign on the door. It read the store hours.

Louis nods once and stepped out, rushing into a cab with a small smile on his lips and the floral bouquet.

**
(Four days later- Thursday)

It was late in the evening, nearing eleven o'clock, and Harry couldn't seem to settle down. There was a nervous twist in his stomach and his fingers kept twitching when he tended to the shop that night. He had stayed in late since he couldn't bring himself to rest.

"Get ahold of yourself, Harry," he sighed to himself, seeing that the shop had closed at nine.

He couldn't find a proper reason for his fidgeting or upset stomach, so he decided to go out that night. To a bar maybe, or a café. A café sounded better; less crowed and much more quiet.

He shoved his marked up booties on and grabbed a light jacket, a plain black windbreaker, before he pulled open the heavy door to the front of the shop. He bent down and stroked Timbo behind the ears, smiling, "I'll be back soon, my love."

He couldn't help but wish someone's voice was replacing the lonely sound of Timbo's mewl.

Harry shoved his hands in his pockets and spun around to start down the street when he bumped into a person with a much smaller frame. He looked over the man, who was dressed in loose sweats and a large Adidas sweatshirt with the hood pulled up to cover mainly all of his hair except the fringe, and stepped back some when a light blush formed on his cheeks, "Oops! Sorry mate, didn't see you there," he chuckles.

"Watch it, will you, you giant?" The man replied. It was then that Harry saw the headphones pushed into the mans ears, meaning that what Harry had said had gone unnoticed.

Harry squinted a little bit, mumbling a few words under his breath about how rude some people could be. It was difficult to get a good look at his face due to the dim lighting outside the shop.