Chapter 3

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Louis was waiting for Harry at the park, because they were supposed to have another date. This time Harry was the one arranging it.
"Hey Lou." he chipped once he came into Louis' vision.
"Hey babe." Louis smiled, stepping closer. He wanted to kiss Harry right there, but then he looked around, being reminded they were in public.
"I am sorry." he looked away from Harry's eyes.
"Its okay, Lou. We aren't out to anybody, so this isn't something we are comfortable with yet." Louis nodded, not really knowing what else to say.

"Anyway, I have somewhere to take you before we go to mine." Harry announced happily.
"Yeah? Where?" that cheered Louis up immediately. Seeing Harry excited made him feel happy.
"Somewhere. We should go." Harry said restlessly, waiting for Louis to go with him.
"Okay." the older one chuckled, going with Harry towards the city center.

As they walked they passed some couples holding hands. By what Louis was affected the most were two men walking hand in hand down the street.
Louis would have loved to hold Harry's hand as well. He looked down, lightly brushing his fingers against the back of Harry's hand. The younger one noticed the touch, electricity going through him.

"It's right over there." Harry pointed towards some building on the other side of the road.
When they stood in front of it, Louis could notice it was an art exhibition.
"I know it isn't for everyone but I thought it could be nice. Other people I know went there too and they said it was nice." Harry rambled.
"Sounds good." Louis gave Harry a reassuring smile, before they stepped inside of the building. They left their stuff in the locker room and got their tickets.

As they walked into the first room, Louis could see they were there alone. He nudged Harry's side, wanting to touch the younger boy in any kind of way he could.

When they were in the last room, they were surrounded by a painting that was projecting onto the black painted walls. It was pretty dark in the room, but it was really beautiful.
"This is really nice."
"I am glad you like it." Harry stood face to face with Louis, staring into his eyes. The older one grabbed Harry's hand into his, pulling the younger one closer.
Louis' heart was beating fast as he leaned closer towards Harry's face.
"Can I?" he whispered, earning a nod from Harry.
Louis closed his eyes as he leaned in, kissing Harry on the lips.
They cut the kiss short, but they still kissed in public. It was the first time they did that.

"Now we can head to mine if you want to go." Harry said.
"Yeah, yeah, let's go." Louis said, feeling quite hazy.

"Hello?" Harry called out when him and Louis stepped inside of Harry's house.
"Looks like we are alone." Harry chuckled, kicking off his shoes. Louis did the same, following Harry up the stairs into his room.

Harry put his bag down, opening the window, before turning towards Louis again.
Louis dropped his bag down as well, immediately going after Harry. He pulled him close, kissing him on his lips.
"I missed kissing you." he mumbled in between kisses.
"Missed this too." Harry kept kissing him back, not wanting to pull away.
Eventually they did pull away, Louis' right hand never leaving Harry's side. He ran his hand up and down Harry's side, caressing it, and making the younger one feel goosebumps and butterflies.

"Lou." Harry stared back at him with red cheeks.
"Mhm?" the older one kept his hand down on his hip.
Louis stared back at Harry, noticing something in his gaze.
Louis thought he knew what if meant, but did he really?

"We are alone." Harry swallowed the lump in his throat.
"Yeah, we are." Louis smirked, pecking Harry's lips again.
"Yeah, we are..." Harry repeated while playing with the collar of Louis' tshirt. Yeah, this seemed quite suggestive to Louis.
"Wanna watch a movie then?" Harry suddenly asked, making Louis' inner excitement die a little.
"Sure, let's do that." he gave Harry a smile, not wanting to talk about what he thought was happening.
"Okay." Harry grabbed his laptop, before he plopped down on his bed.

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