date night (l.s)

(A/N: Salutations everybody I'm here with a brand fucking new fic. I've just finished my other one, 5+1, and if you like this I strong en-fucking-courage you to check it out. V. Also, the characters from this fic are based on the ones from my last, which you would've noticed if you've read 5+1, but this is in an alternate universe and I think the characters and their traits are going to be a recurring thing. Yay..! (: V.)

date night   (l.s)

Louis should have known that asking Harry to accompany him to his parents’ house as his date was going to be nothing short of interesting.

Really, 'just pretend to be my date' was never a difficult request. Harry's always happy to make Louis uncomfortable, no matter the setting. So for Harry to suddenly spring onto him that he needed someone to pretend to be his boyfriend because his relationship status always seemed to be a topic of discussion if he went to his parents’ house alone...well, if Louis' trying to get a quick ‘yes’, Harry's the prime choice.

The thing about Harry is that he is going to play this shit out all the way. Louis has no doubt in his mind that his family will be one hundred and twenty percent convinced that they're an item if Harry's portrayal has any say in it. It's as much a good thing as it is a bad thing, though, because Harry can also get pretty graphic with details, and considering some of the reactions Louis himself has had to Harry's commentary, he can only imagine what his parents are going to think.

So why he chose Harry, he's still trying to figure out. But it's too late to go back, so he's just going to have to roll with it.

Louis' maybe a bit overdressed for Sunday night dinner, clad in a nice button-up, tucked neatly into his black slacks and sealed with a black leather belt. He's actually taken the time to shine his dress shoes and slick his hair back until not a single hair falls out of place. The blue on the shirt brings out his eyes, and when he looks in the mirror, he almost remembers his days as a kid attending church. This would've been exactly how his mother would have dressed him all those years ago. The only thing that's out of place is the cologne he's applied--a nice scent he's long-since forgotten the title of. Ocean something. As a kid, his mother had always insisted didn't need it.

Louis imagines Harry's going to show up in that godforsaken jacket and those filthy boots of his, complete with gloved hands that will no doubt have his father asking where his motorcycle is. Louis wasn't really sure what kind of bike it was. Not necessarily a bad thing, since they'd probably delve into a conversation about motorcycles from there and Louis could make his escape to ask his mother how she and the rest of the family are doing.

He's starting to get nervous. One part because it's been a long time since he last brought a date to dinner with his parents, and two because he has no idea how Harry is going to react to his family or clothes, or vice versa. This whole situation is so incredibly foreign to Louis that he's actually freaking out. And being midway through his forties, that's pretty damned embarrassing.

He's in the process of checking his teeth and adjusting his watch and straightening his collar for the fifth fucking time when his phone suddenly buzzes, making him damn near jump out of his nice dress shoes. Louis doesn't even have to look to see who the sender is to tell it's Harry. It isn't every day someone says 'im here, come the fuck on out' in a text message, after all.

So he does just that. He heads downstairs, making his way into the kitchen, where he's got a list of emergency numbers written down. He places two twenty-dollar bills on the counter next to the note, and then clears his throat to get Kieran's attention. Said Kieran is perched on the couch in the living room, with his sister cuddled up next to him. Sophie rests on the armchair, a can of soda half-risen to her lips. Kieran and Mia aren't going with Louis and Harry tonight, but Kieran has promised his grandparents that he and Mia will be spending the night the next weekend. The seventeen-year-old doesn't see enough of them, but Louis' thankful he and his six-year-old sister have decided to stay in for the night. He has no idea what Harry might say or do tonight.