Can You Feel My Heart?

6: Spilt Spaghetti.

{{photo's they take are to the side, btw}

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Saturday rolled around a lot quicker that Niall would have liked, and he was a quivering mess. To say that he was nervous was the biggest lie of the century. He was more than nervous. He was freaking the fuck out. There was no way he was going to be able to make this date go as perfectly as he wanted it to go. Niall figured, that if he made this date go perfectly, he would be able to see Harry again and again, because Harry would want to see him. Harry would want to go out with him once more. 

So here was Niall, standing in front of his wardrobe, his towel hanging off of his hips. Niall just could not figure out what the hell he was going to wear tonight. It's a formal occasion, so what does he wear? Jeans are a big no, even though they are the most comfortable things he owns. Niall eventually settled for some nice black, dress pants and a white shirt. It was formal, yet he still looked casual. No doubt Harry will be wearing a tux, Niall thought, rolling his eyes and scoffing. Niall checked out his reflection in the mirror, fixing his hair with a bit of product, just trying to give it that little bit of 'zap'. 

Niall was ready for 6:30 to roll around. 

Harry was just as freaked out as Niall. He had considered calling up and cancelling on Niall, until he realized that he was in fact lacking in Niall's phone number. He would have to change that. If the date goes well. Which is should. Everything goes well for Harry Styles. 

"Louis!" Harry called into the quite house, his bum still planted on his bed. 

"Yes sir?" Louis yelled back, standing up and stretching out his back from dusting all the small corners in the penthouse. 

"Bring me my best shoes! I have a date tonight!" Harry yelled, and then remembered to quickly add on, "Please!" 

"Of course, Harry!" Louis responded, proud of himself for calling Harry, instead of Sir or Master Styles. Maybe there is hope for him yet. "Can I ask who it is you are going out with tonight, Harry? Should I prepare the usual for your other guests?" Louis asked, walking into Harry's room with his best dress shoes. 

"No, that's not necessary, Louis. This boy... he's different. I will take him home, tonight. And I will also drive myself to get him, if that's alright." Harry said, standing up and admiring himself in the mirror, making sure that nothing is out of place. 

"Is this the boy who your bought the jeans for?" Louis asked, smirking up at his best friend. 

"Maybe, maybe not." Harry shrugged, wrapping his arms around his tiny friend, resting his chin on top of Louis' head. "Love you, Lou." 

"Love you too Haz." Louis sighed, enjoying the moment. It's been a while since Harry has been this touchy feely, and he loves it, "Now get going, it's almost 25 past 6." Louis said, hitting Harry's chest. 

"Okay, I'm going." Harry chuckled, walking out of his bedroom door. As he went to open the front door, Louis added one last thing;

"Oh, and Harry," Pause, "Be good to this boy. I like him already." 

Harry was in his car and outside of Niall's flat within seconds. Yes, he may have broken a few speed limits and a few rules, but he didn't care. Tonight was going to be perfect. Wonderful. When Harry went to knock on the door, Niall opened it before he could even hit the wood.