hazy lines (stylinson)

five

"I've got to run home, Harry," Louis realized, knowing he had to change for work, "grab a shower, change of clothes. Meet at the diner on 5th?"

"Sure... yeah," Harry agreed with uncertainty, shocked that this was all happening.

They had spent the morning together, sober. He was watching the beautiful boy he'd been crushing on for ages, rushing around his bedroom naked, pulling on his clothes from last night. Now Louis had suggested a breakfast date—and he was following through?

Was this even a date to Louis? What was this for him? Harry decided he shouldn't get his hopes up because he had no clue.

He needed to consider the possibilities: Louis could still want to keep them a secret.

Louis could still be ashamed.

"Are you sure you've got time?" Harry wondered curiously, knowing he only had an hour. Plus, it was only fair to give Louis a way out. Maybe he wasn't thinking clearly about this.

Regardless, his stomach was growling at the mere thought of some waffles.

"Of course. Let's meet up in fifteen?" Louis asked, just as he found his cell phone on the floor, "Bloody hell, there it is."

"Can we go to Bills instead? The portions are outrageous there," Harry mumbled, accidentally thinking out loud. Now he was regretfully blushing, realizing how greedy he sounded.

"Whatever you want, love," Louis smiled fondly at him, "After that orgasm, I'm buying you as many entrees as you want."

"Bills," Harry decided, his green eyes gone round after Louis' words. He felt his stomach growling now more than before, in a bit of a daze just thinking about breakfast.

"Okay, see you in a bit," Louis parted with, giving him a pretty smile and heading out the door.

Was Harry fucking dreaming?

Harry practically raced to get up and shower after Louis had left, not even bothering with his usual curl cream and just quickly scrunching and drying his hair. He brushed his teeth and managed to find a brand-new dress shirt that he'd never worn.

It was a Christmas gift from his aunt a few years back, definitely on sale somewhere. Of course, she'd gotten a size far too big for him, and it got shoved to the back of the closet because it would never fit... but now?

Now Harry had another nice shirt for work. He'd been cycling through the same two button-ups for the past couple of weeks—his two biggest shirts—but they were both getting tight. A new shirt was much needed.

He froze when he slid the shirt on, feeling the tightness around his shoulders– realizing the once far-too-big garment felt very different. When he buttoned up, it was nearly snug around his tummy, and he felt a bit breathless at the thought.

This was his biggest shirt. Fuck.

Although, Louis wormed his way to the front of his mind again, as he often did.

Thankfully, Harry's job was quite flexible on the days he didn't have meetings. Today was one of those days, so he was available to grab brekkie with Louis—and recover afterward.

It had barely been ten minutes since Louis had left, but Harry was already rushing out the door and fumbling with his keys to lock up. He had a growling stomach and a one-track mind ever since Louis had muttered, "Big, greasy English Breakfast."

Harry couldn't be assed to walk that many blocks, and he didn't spend much time dwelling on it—he requested an Uber. He needed to save all his energy for eating, he thought, snorting to himself with amusement.