Gold Rush

Gold Rush Part Two

Okay so maybe things didn't go as planned. Maybe Louis got flustered and forgot how to talk. Maybe Harry was cockier than Louis would've liked. That didn't make things any less magical. Well, then again, the fact that they were at Louis' dinner table surrounded by Louis' family members, that sorta sucked a bit of the magic factor away. "Louis, phone." His mother snaps in front of Louis' face and his head jerks up. He lets out a barely audible sigh and places his phone in his mother's hand, and she gives him thisncheesy smile. Lord how he hatedhen she acted fake like this. Louis looks across the table once again to see Harry's attention stuck onto him, his green eyes framed by dark lashes that were nearly the length of cherry stems. Louis remembers looking at the picture of the same goddamn boy, yet they differed so much. Harry's right eyelid drops in a wink, and Louis' eyes widen. His cheeks flushing a light pink color. The boy just winked at him. Louis swallows and picks at his salad with the tongs on his fork. Wishing to be anywhere but here. He should be happy, I mean he's meeting Harry, but it doesn't feel right. I guess thats what you get for falling in love with a picture of a person and not the actual person. The girls begin to chatter amongst themselves, and so do Harry and Louis' dads, so that just leaves the two boys. The tall, pale boy, and the shortish caramel colored skinned boy.

Louis swallows again and places his hands in his lap. He had thought this moment to be perfect, finally meeting THE boy, but it wasn't. Alas, the rest of the family including Harry's dad excuse themselves from the table, and Louis stands up to go back up to his room, but Harry raises an eyebrow. "Leaving so soon?" He rasps, and Louis almost jumps out of his skin, that's how fucking hot Harry's voice was. "I uh-uhm... No I suppose not." Louis mumbles, gulping again. Harry tugs at the ring on his lip with his teeth, a smile spreading across his lips, those stupid perfect white teeth coming into view and Louis swears under his breath. He feels so akward now in his mahogany tshirt and grey sweatpants, seeing the beautiful curly haired boy in jeans and a black tshirt with a white faded band logo across the front. Harry just looks so beautiful, so model-esque. "You're sweet. But quiet. Tell me, why are you so nervous?" Harry purrs. Louis picks at his nails and shrugs. "I dunno... tattoos are kind of intimidating I guess?" He mumbles askingly. Harry's menacing chuckle pierces the air and Louis lets a small smile slip across his lips as he cautiously peers at the green eyed boy. Harry stands up and strides over to where Louis' sitting, taking a seat by him. Their faces now inches apart. Louis can smell cigarette smoke on Harry's breath, which takes his breath away. Harry's there, Louis' there, only centimeters apart. Harry peers into Louis' wonderful blue eyes before smiling and backing away a bit, cocking his head to the side. "We should hang out sometime." He rasps in that deep voice of his, and Louis feels like he might just explode. "Like, as friends?" Louis questions in a small squeak. "Umm.. sure." Harry mumbles with a grin, and Louis thinks that's quite alright.

A/N: These chapters will get longer, it's just getting started :D please comment/review to tell me if you like it!