records: l.t. // h.s.

five

Louis sighs as Zayn begins to brush his fingers through Louis's messy, damp hair. It's a Sunday. It's been another month since Louis has seen Harry. This time around though Louis isn't giddy about seeing Harry walk into that crappy store, instead he's sad.

Louis has come to realise he knows nothing about Harry. What if Harry doesn't even like him? What if Harry is in a relationship? What if Harry isn't even fucking gay? He never actually thought about it but now it won't leave his mind. Zayn assures him that Harry seems completely drawn to Louis, but Louis shrugs it off saying Zayn knows nothing.

Despite how stubborn Louis can be, Zayn still sticks by and comforts him. Right now Louis has his head in Zayn's lap as they watch some singing show Zayn loves. Something called the X-factor Louis thinks. Louis constantly tells Zayn that these shows are just shitty overall and in response Zayn says one day they'll audition. Louis just rolls his eyes at that every time because Louis thinks he can't sing for shit no matter how many times Zayn argues.

They sit in silence, just the sound of some girl singing a high note from the telly.

"Louis I think you should come to the record store tomorrow."

Louis's eyebrows knit together as he sits up.

"I'm serious, Lou. I know you're upset because of this crap you got going around in your head, but you should go."

Zayn's eyes hold no judgement, they're just that pretty hazel.

Louis shakes his head, "Zayn I know-"

"Ask him on a date."

Zayn just smiles as Louis's eyes go wide. He can't ask Harry on a fucking date.

"Zayn I barely know the guy. I literally don't know crap about him."

When Zayn puts his hand on Louis's knee and starts rubbing circles, Louis feels himself relax.

"That's why you ask him on a date," Zayn hugs Louis. "That way you can get to know him."

They stop talking after that and continue watching the girl finish up her audition. The conversation is over but now all Louis can think about is a date with Harry.

Louis imagines Harry in a black,
button up made with thin material so his tattoos would be visible. Of course the sleeves would be rolled up and a couple buttons would be undone. And of course Harry would wear his tight, ripped jeans. Louis can see Harry wearing his worn boots. Louis can see Harry's hair pushed back effortlessly. Louis can even imagine holding Harry's hand on the table, the cold, metal of Harry's rings touching Louis's little fingers. Louis can hear Harry's voice, all deep and slow.

Louis can feel himself going insane because he wants all that but he can't have it.