Anything Can Happen

Chapter Eighteen

Oh lord it's been too long, and I apologize greatly. Please let me know what you think of this update, because it made me smile while writing it, and I'm really proud (:

Much love XX

Louis POV

I can feel the want through the kiss. Every last ounce of passion I have was poured into this kiss, which could be why this is the the most heart-felt moment I've ever shared with Harry. Nothing can compare to this moment, here, where I'm finally home.

Minutes have passed, and we're still wrapped up in each other's arms, kissing through breathless 'I love you's'. After we separate, I look into Harry's eyes, able to see my own reflection staring back. I haven't seen his bright green orbs in a while, and God, am I glad that I'm finally seeing them again.

"Did you notice the color?" Harry whispers, and I almost think he's reading my mind, referring to the color of his own eyes before he continues, "Of the cabinets, that is," he finishes. I feel every breath of each of his words hit my nose, due to the closeness of our bodies. I move my head a couple of inches back, that way he can read my confused expression.

Cabinets?

"A while back, when we-were-uhm, when we were still together," he pauses, and I can't help but notice the small frown that forms after the outside of his lips begin to point downwards. I mirror the same frown, and wait for him to continue, "You told me that a deep read would look good in the place. You said it would 'bring out the vintage look in the bricks'," he finishes, and a small smile radiates off of his face. I mimick him, remembering all about our conversations about how Harry should decorate the place, and make it look a bit more home-like.

"Ah, yeah, I'm glad you took up my idea, because the place looks sick-not that it wouldn't have if you didn't paint the cabinets red. It-it still would have looked cool, I mean great-" I stutter, but Harry cuts me off with his contagious laugh, which has me chuckling afterwards.

I'm so smitten.

We stay silent after a couple more laughs, but continue to smile at one another. I wait until the silence becomes unbearable to speak up, "So, you've gotten this far, which I'm impressed with, but you still haven't given the cafe a name," I chuckle, giving Harry a smug look while rolling my eyes. You'd think the name would be the first thing on his mind and the first thing to be accomplished.

"Oh, don't be so sure about that," he says with a cocky smile, and turns his back to walk to the back closet.

I scrunch my eyes together and they follow Harry until he can no longer be seen. He soon returns back from the closet, only now he is carrying a small something that appears to be a sign maybe?

"How about this?" He smiles, flipping over a metal sign that reads 'Stylinson's Cafe' in a fancy font. I switch between looking at the sign and Harry's face, which has a giant grin plastered to it.

Unfortunately, it takes me a couple of moments to finally comprehend the 'Stylinson' part...

"Oh my bloody God! Harry Styles you're such a sap!" I burst out into a giant fit of laughter, and hold my arms around my stomach, which starts to cramp due to how hard I'm laughing, "You combined our last names?! Why, why would you do that? I mean, I'm flattered and all, and, not to mention, that's a pretty bomb ass sounding name if you ask me, but this is your cafe, Harry, yours. Key word." I reason after coming down from my fit. I wait for his response, and settle on a straight face so he knows that I'm being genuine. All of this work? Harry did it. All of the perseverance? It came from Harry. Time and patience? Harry. Whenever is the answer Louis? Never! I don't deserve this kind of praise!