Pride {l.s.}

50- Love

The Story So Far:
Harry has been diagnosed with Hashimoto's with the help of Louis. Louis has realized that he loves Harry. They have not come out together to any of their friends. Louis made a lot of paintings for an anonymous man who helped Louis through the hospital and lawyer bills. They are spending Thanksgiving dinner at Come Fly With Me, Niall's restaurant. Niall has a crush on the chef, Cheyenne.

Spanish Version Available: Pride | l.s. [Traducción al español] by InLarryLove

"Welcome to Come Fly With Me. Do you have a reservation?" the hostess asks once Harry and I step into the restaurant. I don't have time to take in the ambiance of the restaurant as she quickly tries to get us to our table.

"Reservation under Styles for two," Harry says quickly with his charming smile.

She grabs the menus, and we follow her to a table with two seats that sits in the middle of the room. Harry pulls me chair out like a gentleman before he takes his seat himself.

"Mr. Horan is up and around tonight," the hostess explains to us as she hands us our menus. "He told me to tell you both that he will say hello for sure eventually."

"Thank you," I tell her before she heads back to her station.

I finally have a moment to lean back and admire the finished restaurant. Every table it filled, and more people are standing by the hostess stand hoping to get seats. Everyone is dressed as fancy as Harry and I. For a Thanksgiving where most people spend it with family, there are a lot of couples here tonight. There's a dance floor by the stage where a few couples dance to the swing band that is playing on the stage. The lead singer is singing a Frank Sinatra song. His voice fills the entire candle lit restaurant.

I take a look at what I think to be blank walls, but I find them all covered in paintings. There is a painting of a window overlooking an Italian city. I can see the red tiles on the roofs even from across the room. There's another one of a gondola going under a stone bridge. I can see other paintings of Tuscany, Naples, and a winery. I finally spot the painting that makes me see exactly what has happened.

There's a painting on the wall of someone sitting on the edge of a canal on the stone walkway. The long brown hair hangs down, and tattoos are on the figures arm as they curl around his skin. Seeing that one painting just makes everything seem a lot clearer.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?" Harry looks up from where he was reading the menu to meet my eyes.

"Look at the paintings."

Harry's gaze drift to the canvases on the wall, and his eyes open wide in surprise. "Lou, why are those familiar? Wait, isn't that the one you painted of-"

"You. Yeah, that painting is of you."

"Are you trying to tell me that Niall was that suspicious person who bought a ton of paintings and paid too much for them?" Harry asks as his eyes continue to frantically scan the walls to see the paintings that once sat in my studio.

"It was him. This entire time, it was Niall," I say with an amount of admiration and softness in my voice. "Was this his way of helping me? I would not be able to pay for the doctor or the lawyer without that money he gave me."

"You deserved it," a voice replies that isn't Harry's. We both look up to see a blond boy standing above our table with his usual wide grin.