Coffee and Cigarettes

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LOUIS' POV
Louis gets out of the car and steps towards the front door. He rings the bell and impatiently taps his foot until his eyes can meet Harry'a again.

Mere moments later, the door opens wide and Louis stops breathing. 'Hi,' the curly haired man says with a smile painted on his face. 'Hi.'

'C'mon in. I need to get my phone and a wallet and —' Louis grabs Harry's arm in an attempt to calm him down.

'Harry, relax. We don't have to leave right this second. Just breathe, darling.' Harry's body seems less tense at every word escaping Louis' lips, which only makes the butterflies in Louis' stomach flutter more.

'Ok, I just get really anxious sometimes. I'm sorry.'

'Darling, you did nothing wrong. Just take a moment. Breathe. And then, you can take your stuff and we can go to lunch. Alright?' Harry nods and Louis lets go of his arm. Their eyes lock and Harry's chest seems to rise and fall at the same time as Louis'. 'Do you need more time? We dont have to go anywhere if you don't want to. Even if you look too good to just stay home.' Louis smiles up at the taller man, green eyes already looking down.

'I— um, but you planned a whole date and— and—' Louis' hand returns to Harry's arm, their eyes still staring into each other.

'Why don't we sit down for a bit? Tell me what's got you so anxious?' Harry nods, and leads the ocean-blue eyed man to the sofa. They sit down, facing each other, and Louis takes Harry's hands in his. Louis' thumbs trace small circles on Harry's knuckles, in an attempt to calm him down.

'It's just— I'm not out out and—'

'Harry, shhh. I didn't make any reservations because we made the plans just last night. You haven't ruined anything. If you don't feel comfortable going somewhere because you're not 'out-out' we can stay right here. Order something and watch a film. Okay?'

'That actually sounds great.' Harry smiles as he feels a weight being lifted off his chest. How can he be so perfect? Wish I'd met him when I was younger.