Gold Rush

Gold Rush Part Three

"And this one here, the star, was one of the first tattoos I got. It's nothing special, really." Harry finishes, Louis' wonderful blue eyes sweeping across arms that was littered with black ink. Harry had spent the last 15 minutes decribing his tattoos (at least the ones that were appropriate to show in public) to Louis, who had sat in awe. Harry had taken Louis to this tiny coffee shop called Kaffiene on 66 Great Titchfield Street. Louis had been there before, but only to ever get a coffee to go. Never just sat down and had a conversation with someone, much less Harry. Louis still couldn't get over the fact that the Harry in front of him was the same boy he'd pondered over on his computer. Louis made a mental note to change the background of his desktop when he got home, because the picture of Harry was still spanned across the screen. "Overall, I just like to get tattoos. They make me feel quite rebellious.. It's hard to explain. My dad hates tattoos, so when I got one, it was this first taste of being my own person." Harry speaks in his low Chesire accent. And Louis thought that was quite rebellious yet very hot of Harry. 

It had been a week since Harry showed up in his kitchen, and Louis had gotten Harry's number. Well, Louis didn't exactly ask for it, I mean he wanted to but of course was too shy to ask, so Harry just entered it into Louis' phone for him. And whenever the punk boy asked Louis on a date, (well, Harry just called it hanging out, although Louis considered it to be a date) Louis freaked out. He remembers last night, getting the buzz on his phone, reading the message, and shouting, "WHAT? WHAT IS LIFE?!" And his mom running upstairs to check on him. His pulse was racing, but the smile on his face assured his mother that everything was alright. So he agreed nonchalantly, even though on the inside he was freaking out. Now here they were, getting suspicious looks from the customers around them as Harry wouldn't really be pinned to be the coffee shop guy. "Now tell me, Louis, do you have any tattoos?" Harry questions, taking a sip of the coffee he held in his hand. Louis had noticed that Harry drinks only black coffee with one sugar cube, which Louis thought was cute. Louis had just gotten mint tea, because that's what he usually gets. "Um, no. I just... don't really do tattoos." Louis mumbles, his cheeks flushing a little. Harry raises an eyebrow, a small grin spreading over those red lips of his. "It's not that I don't like tattoos on other people, I just-"

"Don't want any tattoos on yourself?"

"Basically, yea." Louis smiles. Louis liked this sort of comfortable silence between him and Harry. Although there was one thing he really needed to know, whether Harry was gay or not. If he was, he'd definitely not be the kind of gay that Louis was, if you get my drift. Louis was sort of open about it, and even without the person knowing he was gay from talking to him, they would still know. But Harry left people wondering, like Louis is. And Louis somehow couldn't find the courage to ask him, I mean, how rude would that be? So he kept his mouth shut, although he was really curious. "I wanna hear about you, know. Favorite Disney movie, favorite ice cream flavor, what you wanna be when you grow up." Harry mumbles with that smile of his. That boy. Louis laughs softly and bites his lip. "Umm.. The Little Mermaid, pineapple, and... a football player." He tells Harry. Harry raises an eyebrow. "The Little Mermaid? That's... cute." Harry grins. Louis' cheeks flush again and he takes a sip of his tea, shifting in his seat. "I like Ariel. And you quite look like Prince Charming." Louis mumbles quietly, peering up at Harry. Harry has his lip ring tucked between his front teeth, looking absolutely flawless. "Why thank you," Harry chuckles. "I should take you out again. You're quite fun to be with." Harry speaks as he stands up, brushing off his jeans. Louis follows him, tossing his now empty cup into the bin, and they exit Kaffiene. "S-sure I mean that'd be great... so um.. was this a date, or?" Louis speaks quietly, and as they walk along the sidewalk he's sure they look like total morbid opposites. Harry, tall and pale with dark hair and tattoos, wearing a black Pink Floyd t shirt and skinny black jeans that rode low on his hips with white converse. Louis, in a pale blue button up shirt, tan skin and feathery light brown hair, dark jeans, and blue Toms. "Yes, this was a date." Harry smiles down at the boy, who was about 4 inches shorter than him. And Louis almost explodes from excitement, though on the outside he keeps himself composed. Louis could feel himself falling deeper and deeper into the rabbit hole, and he wasn't so sure he wanted to get back out.

A/N: Stay tuned, I think you'll like the upcoming chapter... :)