Dirty Thoughts (l.s.)

Part 10

"I'm sorry, I don't get it. Did you two date?" Louis frowned, gripping his glass.

"Only like for a moment," Kendal scrunched her nose. "It wasn't something serious."

"Oh, come on, you had hots for me from the beginning," Harry said with a smirk.

They were at this fancy bar that him and Kendal used to frequent back in the day. Harry was pretty sure they renovated, because he thought he knew every corner of this place, but tonight he got lost on his way to the restroom.

She rolled her eyes, "I should have never told that to you. Your head is big enough as it is."

"She even flew me to America and took me on her family boat. Wanted to properly woo me I guess," Harry whispered smugly, watching Louis' face. He wasn't drunk, but he was still able to have fun. Even if Kendal's presence made him crave tequila like water.

"That was after we decided we're better off as friends!" Kendal laughed at Harry's words. "I was feeling sorry for your sad lonely ass and took you with me for the holiday week."

"Whatever," Harry waived his hand in her general direction, and Louis didn't miss the way the man looked at him. Busted. Harry bit his lip, leaning closer into his boyfriend to soften the obvious blow.

"Don't worry," Kendal laughed, sipping her gin-tonic. "He was on the roll back then. Think we don't have an acquaintance that Harry didn't have a thing with."

The younger man felt Louis tense and he wanted to lean over the table and look Kendal in the eyes to check if she fell and had a concussion on her way from the uber to the front door. Or maybe her necklace was limiting the circulation in her brain. Because, yes, he was riling Louis up for later, sure, but that was TMI.

"Not a one?" Louis chuckled. Harry subtly moved his head from side to side hoping she ate before drinking to read his crazy eyes correctly.

"Are you kidding me?" she laughed. "I waited for the day he'd settle down to tell the tale," she smirked.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." Harry mouthed.

"Nope," she giggled. "Did Harry tell you about his trip to Greece?"

His eyes widened. Louis moved his hand from Harry's shoulders to lean on the table. "Do I really want to know?" he asked the girl.

That was an obvious cue for her to stop that crazy train, but Kendal didn't know what stopping meant. That's why Harry was friends with her in the first place, honestly. He used to speed through life as if he'd die from stopping and she was the perfect company with her private jets and crazy ideas.

"He doesn't tell me anything." There was something unusual in Louis' voice. Like embarrassment. What was there for Louis to be embarrassed about?

"I don't want you to think about me like that," Harry frowned. "I wasn't the best version of myself," he looked at Kendal. "I know that it seemed all fun but I don't enjoy remembering these years."

She tilted her head. "You weren't working then, H." She copied his own frown. "I was there, we had fun. What do you mean you don't like remembering it?"

Harry looked down at his hands. It wasn't her place to say anything, he realized, but she was kind of right. He actually worked for this trip to take place. And he had some fond memories about it. He looked up to meet Louis' blue eyes. So clear and open.

"It can't change anything," he whispered. "Everyone has crazy stories from their youth," he shrugged.

"I don't think they'd match," Harry scoffed.