Magic [larry au]

Chapter 3

For the first time ever, Harry Styles was going on a date. It was hard to believe, that he (the ugliest and probably the most unpopular person ever) was going on a date.

Date.

A freaking date.

Sadly, he said the word too many times in his head now, making 'date' sound like a weird word in another language.

He was supposed to be more nervous, but strangely he wasn't. For the first time in his life, he was actually excited for something. Well, he had been excited before, but usually, it was because of his magic. He had never been excited for something other than that.

Louis and Harry didn't even know each other that much, but how can you when you've only known each other for 4-5 days? It was kind of impossible. Also, Louis told him he wanted to get to know him whilst they were there... and not at school. He still felt a bit played.

Harry didn't want to be the boy Louis had picked out, because he wanted to fuck him, and he definitely didn't want to think that Louis' friends forcing the boy to talk to Harry for a stupid dare or a bet that involved money. If he hadn't been there alone with Louis in the locker room, he probably wouldn't be as excited as he was. Louis had said that he was beautiful.

Freaking beautiful.

Which kind of proved to Harry that Louis definitely liked him, especially because of his worries for Harry being around his family in case he was a wizard. One more thing was that he admitted he had a crush on him, which washed out every single bad thought about Lou.

He waved his wand around, pointing it to himself, before muttering a spell that caused his clothes to go off without him even doing it. This is what he loved about magic, but he didn't enjoy the immediate low temperature in the room when he was naked.

"Ugh..." he groaned, and struggled to pull out the cabinet drawer, which was where his briefs were.

After a minute of completely failing each time, he shouted "OPEN!" while pointing his wand to the drawer, and as expected it did open. Finally.

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Harry walked into the café, the smell of coffee and baked goods making his mouth water a bit.

He made sure to dress casual and nice (red and blue flannel, white t shirt, black skinny jeans and some white converse), put on his favourite men perfume that smelled like vanilla, used deodorant, brought mint/orange gum pack so his breath wouldn't stink (not that his breath usually stank, but it was Louis, therefore he only took some with him in case he needed it), money, and brought a rose for Louis to have. He was feeling very romantic today. It was also hard to leave his wand at home. Unfortunately, that was why he took it with him to the date.

"Harry?"

He turned around, grinning when he saw Louis standing there, smiling shyly. The beautiful boy with the brown wavy hair and blue eyes was wearing pink comfy sweater, blue skinny jeans, converse and some rectangular framed glasses on his face. Beautiful. The most beautiful boy ever. So beautiful that Harry had problem speaking out.

As Louis stood there blushing, the only thing Harry could do without fucking up was to pull out the rose behind his jacket and show it to him, and it was obvious how nervous he was. The reaction he got was not expected. He thought Louis was going to laugh at him or something.

Louis giggled as he reached out for the rose, his pink cheeks more visible now. "Aw, thank you. It's beautiful." he said, and took a step forward before giving him a soft kiss on the cheek.