blue surrender [l.s.]

2. ain't no other man

Harry is easily regretting having agreed to meet Zayn Malik and Niall Horan this damn early in the morning.

Zayn and Harry exchanged numbers last night at the art show before they parted ways, and Zayn promised to text Harry a time to meet at the café after he talked to Niall about it. Harry thought Zayn would text him to meet up at noon maybe. But, he was wrong. It's now seven in the morning, and Harry has to be at Camille's Café at eight thirty.

Several curse words are mumbled as Harry forces himself out of bed and into the shower. He gets himself off on Zayn's long eyelashes and how they would look covered in his come. He would look so very pretty. Especially when Zayn would look up at him from the floor and bat his gorgeous eyelashes against his spent dick.

(He felt guilty because he didn't even know the guy that well.)

(Okay, not guilty at all.)

After Harry comes, he gets out of the shower and gets dressed. Zayn and Niall seemed like the type of people to always dress up everywhere they went, whether it be a charity event or the store. Then again, Harry didn't know them that well, so he decides to dress neutral. His original black jeans, a black flannel, and his black Saint Laurent boots. His boots were the only thing he spoiled himself with that was more than out of his uni budget.

He slides into his car after running his hand through his messy curls, and he pulls out of the dorm parking lot to the café on King Street. He chooses Bach to listen to today, he likes Bach. He thinks of a happy work of art, and of course, Mona Lisa by Leonardo da Vinci comes to his perplexed mind first. Simple, but her smile is always contagious to Harry. It makes him smile even now. He wants today to be a good day.

It's safe to say that Harry is in a joyous mood by the time he arrives at the café, and he walks in at 8:29 to find his new friends (they were considered friends to Harry if they offered to meet up anywhere) already sitting at a booth. When Zayn and Niall come into his line of vision, Harry also notices another man sitting with them that he hadn't met the night before. Oh, well, okay.

"Good morning," he greets all three of them, sitting next to Zayn in the booth (just because he can) and across from Niall and the new bloke.

"Morning! How are you?" Niall is the first to pay Harry back a greeting, smiling just as big as Harry is.

"I'm lovely. How about you lot?" Harry asks, looking at each of them individually and smiling particularly at Zayn when he remembers his shower this morning.

"Feeling grand, Harry Styles," Zayn smiles at Harry, and Harry almost faints. Then, he remembers he put his last name in Zayn's phone last night and calms down. (He doesn't admit, however, that he loves the way Zayn speaks so delicate and proper.)

"Good," says Niall.

Harry glances over and gets a good look at the man beside Niall when he notices that he hasn't spoken yet. The man types away on his iPhone, forgetting where he is and who he's with. Niall clears his throat, and the man finally looks up for the first time since Harry sat down.

Harry wishes instantly that he hadn't looked up, however, because his breath is stolen from him. The man has electrifying blue eyes, not like Niall's by a long shot, and his fringe stands all over his head. His cheekbones are so prominent that Harry begins to wonder if he could cut his fingers if he ever dares to touch them. The man hasn't even spoken yet, and Harry already wants to touch him all over.

"Oh, sorry. I'm Louis, nice to meet you. I'm all right," Louis speaks fast, and he pulls his lips into a tight smile that clearly shows he doesn't care about being there.

"I invited him. We paint together sometimes, and I hadn't seen him in awhile." Zayn tells Harry.

They paint together sometimes? This isn't... the Louis Tomlinson, is it?