Words - [deaf!Louis] Larry Stylinson [AU]

XIII

Words – XIII

Today was the day. Harry was going to try and win Louis back today. It was the fourteenth of February which obviously meant it was Valentine’s Day. Time for Harry’s grand plan.

He had bought a bouquet of red roses (very traditional), a box filled with chocolates and a card, in case he didn’t get past Lottie. But not getting past Lottie wasn’t originally in the plan, so he hoped she’d at least let him explain. For a younger sister, she was really protective over Louis. Harry thought it was because she’d seen Louis hurt so many times before.

“H, are you up yet?” Gemma called from her room.

“I’m awake”, Harry called back. Up wasn’t the right word, since he was still in bed but at least he hadn’t fallen back asleep after his alarm went off.

“That’s a first. Get up, H, Louis is waiting for you!”

“No, he’s not. He hates me”, Harry grumbled.

His door flew open and Gemma leaned against the doorframe. “No, he doesn’t. Up you get, Mum and I put an outfit together for you.” The grin on her face didn’t promise much good.

“Please tell me it’s something acceptable?” Harry sighed.

“You’ll see”, Gemma hummed. “Get up, I’ll make you pancakes. You can’t win him over when you’re hungry.”

“Thanks Gem. I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes. Where’s that outfit?”

“It’s on my bed. Don’t worry, it’s not something extravagant. Mum and I know you don’t like that.” Oh Lord. They had chosen him an outfit and Gemma was making him breakfast?

“Who are you and what have you done with my sister?” Harry joked and Gemma rolled her eyes before leaving the room. Harry rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and got up. He had to make things right with Louis today. He just had to.

                To: Lou –
Good morning, I love you xxxxxxx

Entering Gemma’s room, Harry was hoping they hadn’t chosen something like a suit. But the outfit that was waiting for him on Gemma’s bed wasn’t a suit, thank the Lord. It was a pair of black skinny jeans and a white button-up Harry didn’t even know he owned. Chic but simple. He quickly changed and made a mental note to thank his Mum and sister later.

He then made his way down the stairs, inhaling the scent of freshly made pancakes. Seemed like Gemma wanted him to get Louis back too. “Smells good, Gem”, he said, entering the kitchen.

“It does, doesn’t it? At least I didn’t burn them”, Gemma laughed.

Harry came up behind her and rested his head on her shoulder. “Thanks Gem, for everything. You’re the best sister in the world.”

“That’s okay H. I love you.” She flipped the last pancake and put them on a plate.

-

After breakfast, Harry quickly brushed his teeth and did an attempt to fix his hair, but it was hopeless.

“H, you have to go! I’ve got the roses and the chocolate here, hurry!” He really did have the best sister in the world, Harry thought as he rushed down the stairs while trying not to trip over his own two feet. He took the roses and the chocolate from Gemma as she smoothed out his shirt. “You look great”, she said quietly. “Go get your man.” She pushed him out the door and called “Don’t you dare come back before you’ve snogged him!”

Harry laughed. “I’ll try.”

“Good, now go!” and the front door slammed shut. Harry walked to his car slowly. What if Lottie didn’t let him in? What if Louis didn’t want to speak to him? Would he keep trying, even if Louis never wanted to see him again? So many questions with so little answers.