my angel l.s

chapter #18

after arriving at the restaurant that had the unanimous decision, they both got seated in a booth, and were currently waiting for a waiter to get their orders written.

"so, what are you thinking about getting, haz?" louis asked harry, a little grin on his light pink lips as he looks at harry. harry has his light green eyes looking over the dark blue menu, seeing what he'd like to eat.

harry lightly giggles, noticing that the menu has the same color as louis' beautiful eyes.

"what are you giggling about, love?" louis grins even more. harry looks up, blushing immediately when he sees louis is staring at him.

"the menu has the same nice color as your eyes. but then, sometimes your eyes change shade. like sometimes, they'll be light. others, they'll be dark. and then theres the times when they look exactly like the ocean." harry blushes even more when he finds himself rambling and probably embarrassing himself.

"sorry, it just made me giggle." harry shook his head, shyly looking at the menu again with his rosy cheeks. louis blushes himself, still looking at harry.

"you're so cute." harry has the menu cover his face, it being so flushed. "so cute that you'd say something like that about my eyes, and i've never even liked my eyes. you're starting to make me like things i never have before, styles."

harry looks up at him, and louis notices his cheeks getting warm, looking at his menu again.

harry smiles at him, seeing the blush. "i'm going to get, hm.." harry thinks, biting his lip.

louis' eyes go up to look at him, almost groaning at his lip. his hot pink lips, oh his hot pink lips.

louis is yearning to taste them, to finally fully figure out the flavor of his plump, filled lips.

he also wouldn't mind having them wrapped around his-

"lou? are you listening to me?" he asked him, eyebrows furrowing a bit. louis' eyes rose up to his, chuckling nervously. "sorry, could you please repeat that again, angel?"

harry blushes, making louis smirk. "i just want a simple salad." he told him, even though deep down he is seriously craving a burger.

stupid modeling diet.

"you sure? i saw some really nice things on the menu. some spaghetti, chicken alfredo?" louis tells him, raising his brow slightly as he looks at him, wanting harry to confirm a salad is all he wants.

"i'm fine, lou. thanks for worrying, but i'm fine. a salad can fill me up." he lies, looking away so louis doesn't catch him.

"are you guys finished deciding what you'd like to eat?" the waiter asked as she walked up to them, holding a small note pad in their hand with a pen.

"yes, i'd like to get a salad. simple, please." harry looks at him, shaking his head slightly with a small grin as he notices louis is messing with him.

"'m joking, love. um, actually scratch that please, i'd love some simple," louis' blue eyes looked at harry, making him giggle quietly and hide behind the menu. "pasta. with a water please?"

the waiter nodded, scribbling it down. "and you?" harry opens his mouth to speak, but louis beats him.

"he'd like chicken alfredo, and for a drink he'd like, you like sprite?, yeah he'll have a sprite as well." louis tells her, remembering a time when harry got sprite while they were out.