Gold Rush

Gold Rush Part Four

"Welp, fuck." Harry swears under his breath, pushing his dark chestnut hair back from his forehead. The green eyed boy slips the key's teeth into the keyhole and then shoves his door open with his shoulder. His father was working late at the office, so he had the house to himself after his.. um.. 'date' with Louis. He wasn't so sure of what he could call it. I mean, he wanted to call it a date, but he wasn't so sure. I mean, Louis probably wasn't gay. He was a normal guy, with a normal life, normal skin without any tattoos, and a clear bottom lip, steering clear of a lip ring. Harry sighs and collapses on the couch, his face pressing into the cushion, his dark curls fanning out around the crown of his head.

'You forgot your jacket :p' A message pops up on his phone screen, from Louis. Harry smiles groggily, unlocking his phone as he leans up on his elbows. He remembers earlier, after it had started drizzling outside, Harry had lent Louis his jacket. He couldn't stop himself, becuase Louis started shivering just a little, and Harry caved. And afterwards, Louis had looked so flawless in Harry's jacket that was way too big for him, because of the height difference. The sleeves had slipped over Louis' hands, the jacket coming down a bit past his hip. The light grey fabric just contrasting so perfectly against his light caramel colored skin that Harry didn't ask for it back. ' I know :) You looked nice in it.. I mean... you know. You looked... pretty." Harry's thumb hovers over the send button, butterflies forming in his belly. Then he backspaces all the way back to the smiley face and then sends. He can't have Louis knowing he has a crush on him, no that would ruin a freshly bloomed friendship.

Louis responds a few moments later. ' do you want it back? :p' And Harry grins. 'Keep it, for now. You.. um you looked nice in it.' Harry finally brings up the courage to compliment Louis, imagining Louis on his phone in his room, blushing. Louis blushes alot, and Harry's not sure if it's because of him, or something else. ' thank you :"> ' Louis sends. Yup. He's blushing. That makes Harry laugh a little. ' You're welcome :D um maybe you could give it back to me on another... date?' Harry bites down on his lip ring as he sends the message. ' sure! but when would that be...?' Louis responds. 'Saturday, I'll pick you up at 8.' Harry replies. 'It's a date :).' Louis sends back, and Harry feels a weight being lifted off of his shoulders. So it was a date. Harry squeaks and grins, feeling more excited than he should. It's sort of like one of those dumb crushes you have in primary school, where you know it won't work but you strive for it anyways. Louis was just so, what's the word. Ah, yes. Irresistable. Beautiful. Harry decides on those adjectives, and then sighs, rolling over onto his back. He places his hands over his abdomen and then stares at the ceiling, tracing over the cracks in the plaster with his bright green eyes. Maybe this was the start of something beautiful. 

A/N: eh this isn't too good of a chapter, but be expecting another chapter later! also, I didn't really want to rush into the story and the romance, as those fanfictions are always a little unrealistic for me... Anyways, I hope you're enjoying, and thank you for reading if you do! :)