new beginnings | l.s

02 | 'silly stutter'

The week days rolled by slowly, the day had finally come that Louis and Harry would finally go out somewhere properly. They'd talk, exchange stories and laugh at each other's stupidity.

Harry pulled on his jacket, he'd gone for a plain white shirt, black skinny jeans and his typical brown boots. He scanned over himself in the mirror and ruffled his curls, before taking a deep breath in and making his way to Louis'. He'd never been so nervous to pick someone up.

Soon, Louis stepped out of his front door and Harry's eyes filled with nothing but admiration for the small boy. He was wearing a denim jacket with a fur collar, his shirt was a sort of red colour, a deep deep red. He'd worn jeans too, but it didn't bother Harry at all that he was wearing double denim. And to go with that, he wore his Vans, the black ones to be exact.

Once he'd gotten into the car and done his seat belt, Harry flashed him a bright smile and started driving towards the place they were going. They arrived shortly after and walked inside, they agreed on a table near a window and both sat down, ordering their drinks.

"You look amazing by the way." Harry said softly, his deep and husky voice stumbling over his words. "Like, really amazing." he added on, taking another look at the other in front of him.

"Thank you, so do you." he replied with a smile, a small stutter came with his speech. Harry has noticed this when they'd first spoken, but he didn't want to question it, he'd feel rude.

"It's a nice place right? I figured Saturday would be a good day, it's not too crowded." Harry said and laughed gently, glancing round and then looking back into those ocean blue eyes, they shimmered as the lights hit them.

"I..it's really nice, I hate- I hate crowded places." Louis spoke quietly, as if embarrassed at the fact he'd stuttered once again. Harry took note of this and got the courage to bring the stutter up in conversation.

"Are you nervous?" he asked politely, smiling gently. "You don't have to be nervous around me, I promise." and with that the boy smiled, but shook his head at the same time.

"I'm not n..nervous I just- I've always had this silly- this silly stutter." he said and shrugged a tiny bit, sipping his milkshake and resting his cheek on his hand.

"Well, I'm not gonna judge you, it's cute. I mean not in a weird way, but it is cute." he said, chuckling gently as he corrected himself which caused him to receive a laugh back.

"I guess I get anxious when I- when I meet new people..usually make fun of me." Louis' eyes found the table, tapping his fingers against the tall glass his milkshake was in. "I know you wouldn't..t-though."

Harry gently leant over and cupped the boys hand in his larger one, rubbing his thumb ever so slightly over his soft skin. "I find you beautiful, stutter and all. Your stutter makes you who you are." his words were calming to Louis, who'd always thought his stutter made him weird.

Louis' eyes welled up with tiny tears, before he wiped them and looked down with embarrassment. "Hey..hey, why are you crying?" Harry asked with a soft tone, a small frown coming over his lips.

"It's just- that- no ones ever liked me for me." Lou said in a whispered voice, looking at the older boy. "As in, no ones ever not made fun of me for it I guess."

The two boys enjoyed their meals before heading to Louis', after they'd got there they both crashed down onto the couch. Louis flicked through his films before they decided on 'The Notebook' and he'd rested his head on Harry's chest.

The film seemed to last forever, but in a good way. There were soft moments of Harry gently trailing his fingers along Louis' soft skin and peppering tiny kisses to his forehead. Sometimes he twirl his hair in his fingers and then let go ever so gently, smiling to himself.

Harry didn't know where this would take him, or where his relationship would go with Louis. He didn't know if they'd even end up being more than friends. He didn't know whether Louis liked him, but what he did know was that he wanted to take his time, he didn't want to rush things. He wanted a first kiss, a first time, a first christmas, a first everything. He wanted something real, not something forced or rushed.

He knew his feelings had developed quite quickly, but he didn't mind. The second he'd laid eyes on Louis his heart filled with joy and admiration for the small brunette with the blue eyes that would shine whenever light hit them. He knew that if he took things slow, no matter where it took him, it would be end with both boys happy; and almost certainly a bond between them.

It was perfect.
Was.