Coffee and Cigarettes

𝒯𝓌ℯ𝓃𝓉𝒴 𝒯𝓌ℴ

LOUIS' POV
The door bell interrupts their conversation. Harry rushes to the front door, with Louis following closely behind. The two men take the bags of food and set them on the dining table. 'Need help with anything, love?'

'No, just gonna bring some cutlery!' Harry says, leaving Louis alone in the dining. Louis opens the takeaway bags and takes out the containers. Spaghetti bolognese for him, stuffed aubergine for Harry. There are two smaller containers with what Louis can only assume is the tiramisu Harry gushed about earlier.

'Harry, love, can we pop these in the fridge while we eat?' Louis says when his date returns from the kitchen.

'Yeah, gimme a sec,' Harry takes the containers, leaving Louis alone once again. Louis sits down at the table, waiting for Harry to return before he digs into his lunch. He was so nervous this morning, he skipped breakfast. 'You didn't have to wait for me!'

'I wanted to,' And with that, the pair start easting and talking about their shared interest in music.

A little while later, both men have finished their food, and they're still sitting at the dinner table, neither wanting the conversation to end. 'Hey, any chance we can step outside for a bit?' Louis asks, taking a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket.

'Yeah, of course. Follow me.' Harry gets up and instinctively takes Louis' hand in his, leading them both to the back garden.

'Wow, you have a pool,' Louis blurts out as he places the unit cigarette in his mouth.

'I— um, yeah I do. It's heated so I can always use it when I'm here, unless it's raining.'

'If you'd told me, I'd have brought my swimming trunks!' Louis says jokingly, and takes a long drag from his cigarette.

'Maybe next time, huh?'

'Are you asking me on a second date, darling?'

'Well, I guess I am.'

'I know this one isn't over yet, but I would love to go out with you again.' Louis takes another, his cigarette coming close to its end. 'Don't worry, though. You'll know when this date is over.'

Harry stares at his, his cheeks painted with a faint rosy colour. 'I'll know?'

'Oh, yeah, you'll know,' Louis smirks as he takes one final final drag and puts out his cigarette. 'Now, c'mon, you promised me a film and tiramisu.' Louis goes back in the house, leaving Harry wondering what he meant.