panic [larry stylinson] ✔️

17.

lovinglirry what a bad year to have the name briana !! happy very late birthday i love you lots !! **

     The restaurant that Harry took Louis to was of course very expensive, and he knew that he should feel a little out of place because he would have never been able to afford this when he was still doing YouTube, but being in this luxurious suit while holding a decently hot guy's hand made him feel a little confident. Louis knows that he should think that the guy who kidnapped him is less than decent, but he can't really lie- maybe he's going insane from the lack of people he has spoken to. It wasn't healthy to just have Harry and maybe the occasional workers, right?

"Table for two, Mr.Styles?" asked a lady with two menus in her hand as she glanced between the two, and Louis felt as if Harry would be the one doing all the talking during this date. He doesn't want to call it that though, so Louis is trying to think about something that would sound less like it. He's failing.

"Yes, Briana. Thank you." said Harry in reply, and Louis closed his eyes as he spoke in the same low voice as earlier, which was smooth and made his legs quiver. Harry seemed to know what was happening because as soon as Briana said follow me, his hand was being placed on the center of Louis' back, and he was smirking like the little shit he knew he was. You may be cute, but this doesn't excuse the fact that I'm going to possibly kill you, Louis thought.

They were seated at a booth in the far corner of the restaurant where the lights were dimmed and rose petals were scattered on the table, and Louis blinked with uncertainty as he took a seat across from Harry and observed their area. Of course it was all fancy just for them, Harry probably knew every single person inside of this restaurant and they probably worked for him too. How come a 17 year old was doing more things than he did at 17?

"Would you like to start off with drinks?" asked Briana, notepad in hand. Louis was actually about to go for his gut and say Sprite, but Harry speaks first while taking the menus from her, already knowing what to get apparently.

"We'll have your finest wine, and the steak for two."

Louis wants to remind him that he's a fucking minor, but he keeps his pretty mouth closed because he knows that insulting Harry would only lead to consequences. The waitress must have been thinking the exact same thing because she paused for a beat or two before writing down the order, clicking the pen, and then leaving them alone. "What if I didn't want steak?"

"Because I know that you like steak." Harry stated while looking directly into Louis' blue eyes. "Would you like to quiz me on what else I know?"

"I don't know. I'm afraid that maybe you know too much."

"Quiz me."

And he knows that he should keep silent for this entire date, but it's actually quite fun speaking to Harry instead of sitting there motionlessly until he got furious and made Louis open his mouth. He squinted challenging and started off with something hard, something that not even Harry could figure out because he never told anyone. "Last year I almost got a tattoo of what on my hip?"

"A tattoo of a crown, but you decided not to because you freaked out about the needle last minute."

"How the hell did you know that?"

Harry smirked and waved his hand. "Next question."

"Um- I'm afraid that you know everything. How long have you been watching my videos?"