flower crowns // l.s.

✿34✿

Harry had his chin in the palm of his hand as he admired Liam and Niall at the table eating together. It wasn't anything out of the ordinary, they always ate together, but now they're kind of dating and it just makes it one-hundred times better.

"Harry, you've gotta stop staring," Liam groaned.

Harry smiled and sipped his juice. "Tell me," he started. "What started this?"

"We already told you, H," Niall said as he jabbed at his eggs.

"I'm just . . . so happy."

"We know," Liam muttered.

"We could, like, go bowling and do it like couples against couples! How awesome would that be?" Harry spoke, beginning to imagine it.

"Harry, we haven't even been on a date yet."

Harry looked at Liam and raised a brow. "So!"

He suddenly stood. "I'm gonna be late," Liam said with a roll of his eyes. He ran his fingers through Niall's hair. "I'll see you for lunch."

Right after Liam left, Harry gave Niall a look. A look that consisted of wiggling brows and making guns with his fingers as he shot them. "Lunch."

Niall shook his head but had a smile on his face as he got up from his chair. "I'm gonna go do things since I'm up. You should get these flowers out soon, dude."

"I know, I know," muttered Harry.

Soon the sound of a closing door hit his ears and he sighed, checking his phone. Louis would be here soon to help him load the flowers in his car and take him to his flower stand. He's happy. Beyond happy, really. He can't wait to get back to his job and do what he loves.

He got dressed up for the work day; his shirt was made of a silky and thin material, and decorated with cutely cartooned strawberry cacti in brown jars. He loved wearing pink, that's for sure, and this had to be his new favorite shirt. And since it was a warm July day, he decided to wear shorts. Now shorts were something he never really wore, because he thought it made the outfit a little too casual. He's all for casual, but his black jeans seemed to always pull outfits together and make him look better. The shorts were denim and came down eight inches down his thighs. It wasn't too long, but wasn't too short either. He felt comfortable in them.

He got a text from Louis that said he was here, so he hurried over to the door to let Louis in. He may have given Louis a key to the building (but only because the buzzer was broken), so. Wasn't anything too major.

He left the door cracked and tugged at his shorts, not used to them (he was starting to feel a little self-conscious, too. His legs haven't seen day before, so they were very pale), but grabbed as many flowers as he could in his arms. He heard Louis enter behind him and turned around to give him a smile.

"Just grab what you can carry," Harry said as he walked over to Louis, pausing to give him a kiss on the cheek.

"Wait," Louis said as Harry started to walk to the door. He had a finger running over his lower lip and his eyes were on Harry's legs. "You look really cute today."

Harry flushed and ducked a little behind his flowers to hide his blush and smile. "Thank you," he quietly said. He would never get used to compliments, he decided. Especially from Louis. They will always make him blush from shock.

Louis had grabbed some flowers and followed Harry downstairs as they placed them in the car, each repeating the process until they successfully crammed them into the car. Flowers were placed in Harry's lap when Louis started to drive in for work; it wasn't a long drive, so he started to quickly (and carefully) take the flowers nicknamed Black-eyed Susan and decorate them in Louis' hair. Louis didn't protest, just curled his lip in displeasure for brief moments before sighing it away and letting Harry do as he pleases.