Harry walked into the restaurant, holding his rose tightly in one hand.
Louis came up from behind him, grabbing his other hand; intertwining their fingers.
"What are you doing?" Harry asked.
"Like I said.. I want everyone to know you're mine."
Harry rolled his eyes as they approached the hostess, not letting go of his hand.
"Hi there!" She smiled. "Do you gentlemen have a reservation?"
"Yes.." Louis smiled back. "Reservation for Tomlinson. Table for 2."
"Ahh.." She paused, grabbing some menus. "Right this way.."
She led them to a small table in the middle of the restaurant. "Is this ok?"
"Yes it's perfect." Louis said, pulling Harry's chair out for him.
Harry rolled his eyes once again, sitting down in the chair.
"There you go, curly.." He whispered, kissing the top of Harry's head as he pushed his chair in.
"The waiter will be right with you.." She said, laying the menus on the table. "Enjoy!"
Louis sat down."Thank you!"
He grabbed a menu from the table as she walked away, glancing over it.
"So Princess.. what do you think so far?"
Harry looked around at the beautiful decor around him. It was probably the best restaurant he had ever been in.
But of course, he would never admit that.
"It's ok I guess.."
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"Ok? Do you ever enjoy anything?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Not when you're involved.." Harry huffed, folding his arms.
"Ok then.." Louis paused. "So what does make you happy?"
Harry sat there thinking. Nothing came to mind.
"Nothing I suppose."
"Nothing makes you happy? Are you serious?" Louis shouted, leaning back in his chair. "I don't believe you."
"I don't care if you believe me or not." Harry muttered, looking over his menu. "Just drop it."
"Well I'm gonna find it.."
"Excuse me?" Harry asked, raising a brow.
"I'm gonna find what makes you happy."
"Good luck." Harry scoffed.
Suddenly the waiter walked up, placing 2 wine glasses on their table.
"Hello, my name is Niall. I will be your waiter this evening." He paused, pulling out a bottle of red wine. "Can I interest you in a glass of our finest wine?"
