History || Larry AU

Chapter Cinco

A huge shout out to the author of the Spanish translation of History overdoselou :-) ❤

Louis was groggy and slightly confused, when he woke up to knocking on his door the next morning. He peered at the clock from the couch he was sleeping on to see that it was almost 5:30 am. Louis was not happy. Louis grumbled to himself irritated that he was missing out on his "beauty sleep" and that "not everyone can be fabulous without effort". Many would disagree, he always looked on point, despite the situation.

His bare feet padded across the cold floor towards the door to find none other than Harry nervously shuffling around on the other side of the door.

Louis was confused as fuck. And a small part of him asked itself if he was maybe still dreaming.

''Harry? Are you alright?'' Louis asked unsure, with furrowed eyebrows.

Why on fucking earth would Harry wake me up at the fucking crack of dawn? Thought Louis.

He was tired. His brain didn't have the energy to function this early in the morning. Harry took a few seconds to answer, so Louis started to examine what Harry had been wearing. He had to admit how good Harry looked in training shorts with his long hair, slicked back and his white t-shirt. He looked so good. Great. Harry looked so so good it made Louis a tad sad.

''Do you maybe have, um, uh, some mayo- no! Milk. Yeah, milk. I can, um, maybe, please, um borrow some milk? Please?'' Harry asked with nervous eyes.

''Sorry, Harry. I don't have any," Louis told him with fake sadness, wanting to roll his eyes. His neighbor should know he doesn't have milk, he asked for some when he was cooking and back then Louis didn't have any either. Throwing a little pout in for extra emphasis, he looked up at the taller boy.

And a real look of sadness and discomfort overtook the younger boy's face. Louis took note of it. Immediately.
''But, hey, Harry, '' Louis tried to get Harry's attention, and so Harry looked down at Louis, and Louis gave him a very soft, barely there, smile. But, it was a smile nonetheless. ''How about I pick up some after work and if you're not at work and you know in the area, I'll make you a cup of coffee. That's what you wanted it for, right?'' Louis grinned at the taller male.

''Oh! Yes! Of - of course, '' Harry gulped, smiling a toothy smile at Louis.
''Then it's a da- a coffee meeting, '' Louis smile was whipped off his face at his almost-slip-up. He was so used to always asking him out, this was borderline pathetic.

***

''A coffee meeting? You're such a twat. You could have fucking said date. It's not like you're still in primary school. Louis, I know you've got height problems, but don't assume you can get away with acting like a kid," Ashley shot Louis an extremely bored and annoyed look from her desk.

''Who's side are you on? You're so fuckin' mean, wow. Why did I ever give you the honorable gift of my friendship? Such a stupid decision. I just realised,'' Louis shot her a smug look.

Ashley started clapping her hands slowly, ''Oh wow! Congratulations on the most shit comeback that has ever been on this planet. Bravo, Tommo! Bra-freaking-vo!''

Louis shot her a dirty look and then quietly mumbled, ''I didn't want to say date," Louis spit the word out as if it was venom, ''it just brings back the so called good times. Okay? Do you get it, now? I don't plan on ever getting close to that guy again.'' Louis breathed out the last part.

''Louis why did Harry come ask fo- wait. You know what? That would have sounded... let's just go with, just nevermind,'' Ashley sighed. ''It'll be figured out, '' she mummered the last part, intentionally speaking quiet to avoid it floating to Louis' ears.