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When Louis makes it back to his flat, Liam is waiting up for him. The smaller lad tries to walk past him when Liam stops him.
"And where have you been?"
"Nowhere, mum." Louis sneers sarcastically. Liam rolls his eyes and grips Louis' arm.
"I'm serious. You snuck out. Where were you?"
"Out." Louis retorts. Liam huffs and settles back into the seat.
"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll find out myself." Louis rolls his eyes and walks off without a reply.
When he reaches his room, his phone goes off. He groans in annoyance and pulls it out of his pocket, staring at the bright screen for a moment. A new text from a number that he didn't know.
7:30 tomorrow night, what do you say, doll?
Who the fuck was—
Oh.
Harry.
How the fuck did he get his number? Then, he remembers when Harry was fiddling with his phone earlier. He mutters profanities while texting back a quick fine and shutting of his phone.
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Harry spends about twenty minutes staring at Louis' front door, internally battling with himself.
This was all so rushed, it was so absurd and plain stupid. He shouldn't be going on a date when he had much more important matters to attend to.
He should be thinking about his next heist, not cerulean eyes and sinful bodies. He shakes his head and looks at the digital clock on console of his car.
7:30.
He clambers out of the car, fixing his shirt quickly, before bounding up the steps and knocking on the door.
A few seconds passed until Louis opened the door. Harry went to say something but the smaller boy shushed him, grabbing his arm and pulling him down the stairs.
"My friends don't know I'm leaving and I'd like to keep it that way." Louis says once they're away from the door. Harry smiles softly, leading Louis to his car.
"Nice." The smaller lad compliments, once they're sat inside of the sleek black Range Rover. Harry hums and starts the engine, driving off.
After a few minutes of silence, Louis speaks up.
"So, Harry Styles?"
"That'd be me."
"I googled you. And—"
"You what?" Harry asks with a short laugh. Louis rolls his eyes.
"Yeah, yeah. And shamelessly too. The only problem was, I couldn't find anything about you. Not even an old Myspace page. It's like you don't even exist." Louis says with furrowed brows.
"Well, let's just say I'm very important and don't want to leave a trace of myself out there." Harry replies, a small smile playing on his lips.
"And how do you know I won't tell anyone where you are?" Louis asks and Harry only shrugs. He doesn't seemed too fazed about the thought.
"All in good time." Harry mutters, giving Louis a small wink.
"Where're you taking me?" The smaller boy asks and Harry doesn't answer, only continues driving. Louis fiddles with with the hem of his shirt and looks out the window, watches as the scenery changes into fancier houses and expensive stores.
They drive silently for a few minutes until they pull up to a grand restaurant, glass windows emitting a small glow from inside. A French name, written in cursive, hung above a canopy. Louis stares at the building, then at the people walking in. They were dressed in suits and glamorous dresses, something that made Louis feel completely underdressed.
"This place is..." Louis watches as Harry steps out of his car and hands the keys to a valet who smiles kindly. Harry opens the door for the smaller lad, taking his hand.
Louis blushes at the contact but grips his arm and walks behind him, keeping his hand intertwined with Harry's. They walk into the restaurant hand in hand and Harry only lets go when they reach the front counter.
"Reserved for Harry Styles." He says. The woman smiles at him, something that looks seductive. She winks at him but Harry doesn't seem to notice.
"What's a handsome man doing here alone?" She asks as she grabs his menu.
"I'm here with my date." Harry says motioning towards Louis. The woman's eyes widen momentarily, before composing herself.
"Right. This way please." She says, leading them to a table in the back of the restaurant. Harry thanks her and pulls the chair out for Louis to sit. He rolls his eyes playfully and sits down, letting Harry push the chair back in.
"So when you're not a criminal mastermind you're a gentleman?" Louis asks and Harry only chuckles, taking a seat across from him.
"I'd like it if you tone it down with the whole illegal business." Harry whispers, picking up the menu. Louis gives him a small smile before picking his up too. They stare at it for a moment before Louis is peeking over it only to find Harry staring back at him. The smaller lad lets out a small giggle before looking away.
A waiter comes by a few minutes later, holding a bottle of wine. He offers it to them and Harry tastes it before nodding. The waiter serves them each a glass before leaving quickly.
They chat for a few minutes before another waiter named Chris comes by and asks if they're ready to order.
"Yes, I'll have the Pollo Cremeso. And you, babe?" Louis fidgets in his seat at the word babe before answering.
"Uh–I'll have the uh Gamberi Fra Diavolo." He says, handing the menu to the waiter. Chris nods and writes something on his notepad before departing.
"So, you like it when I call you babe?" Harry asks with a small smirk. Louis blushes and scoffs.
"Fuck off."
"Well, at least we know who the submissive one is." He winks and Louis gapes, trying to find something to say.
"Versatility!" He says, covering his mouth the moment the word leaves his mouth. A few heads turn in his direction and he wishes the ground would swallow him up. Harry lets out a loud laugh before composing himself.
By the time the food arrives, Harry has managed to make him blush a total of five times. And they haven't even gotten to the dessert.
This is going to be a long night.
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