flower crowns // l.s.

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Someone cleared their throat, and that tore Harry and Louis out of their intense staring. Harry looked over, staring at his sister, before laughing awkwardly. "Louis," he said, motioning to Gemma. "This is my sister, remember her?"

Louis stared at Gemma, eyes widening as he blinked quickly, a smile spreading across his thin lips. "Sister! I mean . . . Gemma. Hello," he said, giving a polite wave. Harry smiles.

"Hi there. Would you like to join us? We've nearly just finished, but you can still sit," she sweetly said.

"Yeah! Harry would like that," noted Niall.

Harry glared over at Niall, before turning his head to face Louis, who was already staring at him. Louis was smirking and it made Harry flush. "Mm, no. Wouldn't want to intrude." He starts to take off the jacket Liam had given him to wear.

Harry frowned and reached a hand out to stop him from taking off the coat. "No. You're not, sit." He pulled out the chair he was sitting at previously and motioned for Louis to sit.

"Demanding," Louis muttered, taking a seat in Harry's chair.

Harry giggled and stood behind him, since there were no other chairs around the table.

"So, Louis. Tell me about yourself," Gemma said, finishing off her cheesecake.

Louis placed his elbows on the table and looked around at everyone. "Well, I work at a tattoo shop. Twenty-four. I like Twenty One Pilots, skateboards, and football. I live alone, I'm single, I want a fish, but I think I'd forget to feed it so I won't get one," he said, tapping his fingers against the table. "Anything else you'd like to know?"

Niall butted in. "Tommo, did ya catch that wicked game the other night?"

Harry smiled when Louis perked up happily. "Oi, yeah! That was sick, had me hollerin' all over the place." Louis leaned back in the chair so Harry pulled his hands away from it. That made Louis look up with a brow raised. "You should sit here," he mumbled, seeming to have been talking to himself rather than Harry.

"No, no. I'm fine, you're the one that came all this way for me." Louis grumbled something that Harry didn't catch, so he tilted his head in confusion and jumped away when he suddenly scooted the chair back. "Lou—" ‍says Harry, "what're you . . ." Harry trailed off when Louis reached for his arm, so he held it out and let Louis guide him in front of where he was sitting. He looked at Liam and chuckled awkwardly, confused as to why he was now standing in front of Louis, before he felt a pair of arms wrap around his hips and pull him down. Harry gasped and squealed, flopping down on his crush's lap. His eyes were wide and his hands were grasping the armrests, back pressing to Louis' front as he sprawled his legs out over Louis' thighs awkwardly.

"Better?"

Harry felt himself nod but didn't know if he actually did, unable to wrap his head around the fact that he was sat on Louis' lap (and it was Louis who pulled him down to sit; Harry was too shocked and flattered), his arms still around Harry's waist. And it was completely improper to be sitting on someone's lap at such a fancy restaurant such as this, and as he looked around, he felt that strange tingling feeling return in the pit of his stomach because of the fact that Louis was holding him in public. That made Harry only release an odd noise he's never made before, something between a low purr and an animal sounding hum. Niall looked at him as Liam and Gemma were talking about school, and then he felt a hand just softly graze his thigh, so he turned to look at Louis, who wasn't looking at him, but over at Liam and Gemma's direction. There was a look on his face that just read that he heard the noise Harry made. He flushed, widened his eyes, gulped, and then shook his head in confusion. Louis had been so rude to Harry for months; suddenly, after getting along only a few times, he's changed his behavior completely. It confused him. He wanted Louis to touch him like this, rub at his thigh with an arm around his waist, but what had made Louis change his mind about Harry? He wanted to know. (But he had a feeling deep down that this was the Louis he saw when he stared into his eyes. The one that was showing when Harry cried into his chest and helped calmed him down. So maybe the real question was: why was he rude to begin with?)