Teach Me (Larry Stylinson)

19

they're the same age in this bc I'm the author and I say so :)))

"So, what do you do for a living?" Harry asks and Louis laughs, a hand coming up to cover his mouth.

"You dork." Louis giggles. "You already know what I do." He laughs and Harry smiles a bit, but feels dread rise in his stomach because what were they going to talk about, they already knew each other.

Before Harry can freak himself out he takes a breath and then asks. "Well what would you have liked to do for a living?"

Louis thinks for a second, chewing on his lip in thought. "I suppose... what I'm doing now? I've always loved books and the whole process behind them, and call me a nerd, but I love grammar, my mates in class always had me check their essays before turning them in." Louis smiles at the memory and then adds. "I could write a book. I spend so much time reading other people's stories, it'd be nice to write my own."

"What would you write about?" Harry asks, looking over at Louis when they stop at a red light. "I don't know...I'd want to write...something that could make a reader feel something." Louis pauses and then his lips form a smile.

"Words are just incredible, you know? They're powerful, they can make you laugh or cry. They shape your perception of a fictional character, you can hate or love them, you can feel disgusted or embarrassed for or by someone...I don't know...they're just magical aren't they?" Louis says absentmindedly, he's looking off, a smile on his lips and Harry can't help but admire his passion and love for something.

"What about you Harry? What would you like to do?" Louis asks and Harry thinks for a moment, chewing on the inside of his cheek. "I don't know, I really don't, which is probably really lame." Harry admits.

"It's not...I think you're a little behind, but it's not too late, we're 23, there's still time, what's something that interests you?" Louis asks, giving Harry a small smile.

Harry blows out a breath and purses his lips, his eyebrows furrowing a little in concentration. "I think...I don't know...guitars a cool...I had a mate who used to play and I wanted to learn but I gave up after a day because he was a shit teacher." Harry says, smiling a little at the memory.

"Oh, guitars are cool! You could learn to play! And then you could give me personal concerts in my kitchen." Louis says enthusiastically and the pair share a giggle and Harry shakes his head. "I don't know about that second part...I mean I could try..."

"Pianos are pretty cool." Harry comments, taking a right turn. "I played the piano once!" Louis gasps excitedly and Harry laughs.

"Once." He quotes Louis, with an amused smile and the smaller of the two, hits Harry on the arm. The two fall into a comfortable silence, which doesn't last long for Harry because the closer the pair got to their destination, the more nervous Harry became.

He wanted everything to go well and he hoped Louis wouldn't mind the place Harry had chosen. When they pulled into the parking lot, Harry watched out of the corner of his eye as Louis looked around and studied the dark building they parked in front of it.

Harry couldn't tell what Louis was thinking which only made him even more nervous. Harry bites down on the inside of his cheek and taps his fingers against the steering wheel.

After a few minutes of the pair just sitting down in the stalled car, Louis smirks and regards Harry with a raised brow. "Is the date in here?"