Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

20. The Date

Standing in front of the mirror, Louis smiled as he examined himself. Instead of his normal neon-colored apparel, he decided to go for something a bit more simple and elegant tonight: black skinny jeans and a denim button down shirt paired with low cut, black boots. His chestnut hair was perfectly quoffed and a gold necklace rested on his neck. Strong smelling cologne wafted from his chest and a condom sat waiting in his pocket. He was ready.

Louis preferred wearing flamboyant things, but tonight he was going on a date and he needed to look at least somewhat formal. If he was being honest, it was his first real date in a long time -- in fact, probably ever. Harry was taking him to a fancy restaurant, an upscale Italian joint located inside of a five-star hotel, and Louis would be lying if he said he wasn't nervous.

Maybe that's why Harry had picked it. To get inside his head, to take him outside of his element. Louis himself had offered some suggestions like a bar downtown, where they could sip on margaritas and get frisky, or the university's open mic night, which Louis frequented so he could share humorous anecdotes or just vent about life. But according to Harry, those places were too loud and too public. He wanted to go somewhere they could be alone together. And so the Italian restaurant it was.

Louis' phone buzzed and he bit his lip and looked in the mirror one more time before jogging to the door. He opened it to find Harry, wearing nearly the same exact outfit as him -- black skinny jeans, a denim button down (though a slightly darker shade), and dark brown Chelsea boots.

"Oh my god," Harry giggled, checking out Louis' outfit. "Great minds..."

"Think alike. Yeah, yeah, yeah," Louis replied, waving his hands in the air and rolling his eyes. "Seriously, Styles. I can't believe you stole my look tonight. I'll have to go change. I can't have use being seen like this."

"Okay, but be quick!" Harry called to Louis, who was now speedwalking back to his room.

Shaking his head, Louis peeled off the jeans and shirt and dug out a pair of khakis from the depths of his closet. He had only ever worn them once -- for an improv show, where he was playing one of the characters from The Office -- and never planned to let them touch his skin again. But time was of the essence, and khakis were appropriate for a five star restaurant, right?

As he grumbled over the khakis, which fit uncomfortably more snug than he remembered, Louis pulled on a polo. Neon pink of course. As long as it had a collar he could get away with it. He jogged into Zayn's room and retrieved a pair of brown loafers, planning to text them later that he was borrowing them, and then entered the corridor.

"I'm back!" Louis cried, jogging over to Harry, who was standing next to the door, nervously fumbling with the lanyard on his keys.

"Oh my god. Lou-ee," Harry cooed, eyeing the tight khaki pants. "I love this outfit. It's so much more your style. You look amazing."

Louis laughed and spun around like a ballerina, shaking his hips a little. Harry chewed on his bottom lip as he watched the beautiful boy, his blue eyes fluttering opened and closed as he pranced around gracefully before him.

"Alright, Mr. Professional Ballerina, let's go. Our reservations are in 20," Harry said, calling an Uber on his phone. Louis stuck his tongue out at Harry and did one more leap before following Harry out the door.

As the two boys made their way down the corridor, they walked in silence, trying to repress the memory of their run in last week, when Harry had been leaving Greg's. They agreed to put that chapter behind them, and Harry had officially shut things down, telling Greg: "Hey sorry, but for me it was kind of a one time thing. No hard feelings." Greg had responded with "OK" and that had been the end of it... hopefully.