Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

21. Wine and Dine

"Red wine please," Louis said to the waitress, tossing the drink menu aside.

"Well we have 13 different red wines," she replied with a forced smile.

"Whatever you like best, honey," Louis said with a flashy smile.

Harry kicked Louis under the table, and covered his mouth in an attempt to not to burst out in laughter. Sometimes he was too sassy for his own good, this guy.

"I'll have the same," Harry said, shyly, folding his menu neatly and handing it to the waitress, who looked a bit disgruntled after Louis' comment.

"Lou, you're a character," Harry giggled, gazing at the blue-eyed boy. His hair looked smooth and fancy in the quiff, and his pink polo fit tightly on his chest, squeezing his biceps a little at the sleeves.

"What kind? Comedic? Tragic? Romantic?" Louis asked, raising an eyebrow. "That's a new pop quiz idea for my class."

Harry shook his head, grinning and running his fingers through his hair. It was really getting too long to be manageable now. Normally, he would cut it because he felt like it was too feminine, and his mum would always make a comment about it. But he had always been curious about growing it out, and maybe now was a good time to try it. Like Louis said, he should allow himself to be himself. He was done with repressing his desires. At least for now.

"You're sort of like every character ever, rolled into one. Funny, loud, charming, angry, sassy," Harry responded finally. The waitress returned with two glasses of red wine and Louis grabbed for his immediately and took a swig.

"Good observation," Lou replied with a smoldering smile. "Louis Tomlinson does not fit into those mediocre character tropes I listed. And neither do you. But tell me more about yourself, Harry. I feel like I hardly know you."

Harry blushed, a rosy pink flush gracing his cheeks. He hated when people asked him to tell them about himself. There was really nothing to tell. He was a pretty simple guy.

"Well," Harry began, taking a sip of his own wine glass. "I study maths. Boring. I'm from Cheshire, studied in Newcastle for a bit before transferring. Also boring. Um... you see, this is why I always fail at those icebreaker games with the 'fun facts' and all..."

Louis shook his head and slid his arm across the table, grabbing Harry's wrist rather tightly. "Shhh," Louis interrupted. "I don't wanna know your resume, Styles. Tell me what you like to do. Like, for example, I like to dance, as you already know. And I like organizing events and teaching and when I'm not doing all that, I'm sitting on my arse drinking beer and watching 'Shameless.'"

Harry smiled and sort of stared down at Louis' hand, which was still gripping his wrist. Unsure what to do, he drank more wine and then stroke Louis' hand slightly with his free hand. That was romantic, right?

"I, um. Wow, okay. So yeah, I'm really into soccer. Or at least I was until my team started losing. I also love to write. I wrote for the newspaper at Newcastle and I'm gonna sign up here I think... Um, I do a bit of songwriting sometimes too, as embarrassing as that is to admit," Harry replied, looking up at Louis to see his response.

The waitress, however, swooped in before Louis could respond.

"Do you know what you'd like to eat?" she chirped.

Harry ripped his hand away from Louis, startled, without even thinking. Louis looked at him in awe, rubbing his wrist a little, and striking him with a pouty glare.

He had fucked up.

"Lemon chicken for me," Louis said quietly without looking at the waitress.