Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

22. Breaking down

"Louis, slow it down," Harry called, panting as he tried to catch up with Lou. He was speed walking down the sidewalk, somehow outpacing harry despite his long legs.

Not too long ago they had finished their dinner at the restaurant. Harry's spaghetti and meatballs was delicious, and he nearly finished the whole thing, even though there was nearly a pound of pasta on the plate.

"Want some?" Harry asked, raising his fork towards Lou. "It's bloody delicious."

"No, I'm good. I trust you," Louis said with a small smile. "My chicken is really good."

Harry nodded and took a sip of water as the older boy cut his food into perfect squares of chicken. Harry thought it seemed a bit odd to do that, but Louis was a pretty extra person and he figured it was just part of his perfectionist attitude.

"So, what do you want for dessert?" Harry asked, pushing his plate away as he finished up.

Louis looked up at him, his eyes wide. "Jesus Harold, I'm not even done with my main course," he quipped. "Slow down will you!"

"Are you calling me fat?" Harry laughed, rolling his eyes. "I always eat a ton. I'm just always hungry. Bottomless pit."

Louis shook his head and stuck his tongue out with Harry. "Of course not. I'm just always so focused on talking that I never stop to eat my food. Now I have all this to finish," he complained.

Harry smiled at Lou, who was now rapidly stabbing the pieces of chicken. "Relax, babe," he cooed. "There's no rush. I was just kidding. I really do want dessert. But whenever you're ready."

Louis nodded and Harry loooked at him questioningly. He didn't think he had said anything out of line, but Louis looked super uncomfortable. Had he done something wrong?

"I'm joined you," Harry giggled, scooting into Lou's booth. "You look so cute when you eat."

Louis nearly jumped when he noticed Harry next to him. "Fuck!" He cried. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack Harold?"

Harry laughed shaking his head. "Sowwy," he replied, jutting out his bottom lip. Louis giggled and stroked Harry's thigh a little, shooting him a sexy smile.

"Suddenly I don't feel like eating, Haz," he said, his voice lowering. Harry looked at Louis, amused, and met his gaze.

Louis looked back at him, smirking in a pouty sort of why, a sinister smile on his lips. "Wanna get out of here?" He growled.

Harry nodded eagerly. "Yeah... but finish your food, though," He replied, observing Lou's mostly untouched plate.

Louis rolled his eyes, realizing he wasn't getting out of this. Why was Harry so observant? Liam and zayn were never like this.

Taking a deep breath, he finished the remains of the chicken, leaving behind all of the pasta it came with. "I'll get this to go," he said quickly.

Harry nodded, nestling his head onto Louis' chest. He felt his muscles tense a bit as he put his head there. It was as if he were making Louis nervous.... but that was impossible wasn't it?

As if on cue, the waitress came back, and harry asked for Lou's leftovers to go. "Can we also get two of those brownie sundaes to go?" He added. "They're so good."

Lou nodded. "I'm sure they are!" He replied.

After all was said and done at the restaurant — louis insisted on paying, telling Harry that even though he had asked him out, he had a social responsibility as the older one to do so — the boys exited the hotel and went outside.