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Harry's POV: Chapter 8

"Well, my original last name was Austin, but my mum and dad were divorced when I was a baby. She remarried to my step-dad, Mark, and I took his last name. I have 4 sisters, technically step sisters, since they're Mark's kids."

Harry watches as Louis animatedly talks about his family, naming his sisters. Harry instantly commits everything to memory, wanting to know everything and more about him.

Lottie, Fizzy, Daisy, Phoebe, his sisters. Suddenly, Louis stops talking.

"I'm so sorry, luv." Louis says, sending butterflies shooting through Harry. "I'm talking too much. I asked you here to learn more about you."

Louis removes one of his hands from Harry's and runs it through his hair before pulling the hood of his jumper up over his head and looking back at Harry. Harry just gives him what he hopes is an encouraging smile.

Please keep talking. I'm in love with your voice. Harry thinks to himself, but he doesn't say it out loud. That would be creepy.

Instead, he lets his eyes rake over Louis for a moment. He was wearing a jumper and jeans, similar to Harry's. It was out of place on him, but it looked so good. Harry didn't quite understand it.

He squeezed Louis' other hand supportively. "No, babe, I like hearing you talk." Harry says, the name slipping out without him meaning it to. It's too late now.

Louis looks up, the faintest blush staining his perfect cheekbones as he stares into Harry's eyes. They don't say anything for a moment, they just sit there, admiring each other. Then, Louis' phone rings.

"Fucking hell." Louis mutters, making Harry laugh. He takes the phone out of his pocket with his free hand to check the caller id. He answers it quickly, keeping his voice low as he talks to whoever is on the other line.

Harry slowly draws his hand from Louis', the action of them holding hands now feeling awkward, but Louis squeezes onto his hand, not letting him escape, making butterflies flutter in Harry's stomach.

"Fine, I'll be there in 10 minutes." Louis says and angrily hangs up, slamming the phone down on the table, making Harry jump a little.

"I'm sorry luv, but some work stuff has come up. I have to go." Harry just nods and stands, Louis following, still not letting go of his hand.

Louis pulls Harry a little closer and Harry stares at the boy, wanting to ask the question on his mind, but almost too nervous.

"Louis?" He says quietly, dropping his eyes to the floor.

"Yes luv?" Louis asks, his free hand coming up to cup Harry's chin, drawing Harry's eyes back to his.

"Can we...can we do this again sometime?" Harry asks, and Louis' sudden smile is beautiful.

"Of course, darling. How about I take you out for a proper dinner tomorrow night?" Louis asks and Harry nods, but then corrects himself.

"I don't want you paying for me, though." Harry says, but Louis scoffs.

"Oh darling, why don't you just let me treat you, eh? I rather like spoiling you." Louis smirks and Harry blushes, biting his lip as he stares at the man. "Tomorrow night, how's 8?"

Harry just nods, no longer trusting his words. "I'll pick you up. Text me your address." Louis leans in, his nose brushing along Harry's cheekbone. "And dress nice." he whispers before leaving a small kiss on Harry's cheek.

Then, he brushes past Harry, his fingers lingering with Harry's for just another moment before he's gone.