Temptation (Larry Stylinson) ✅

25. Sweetness

"Hey!" Harry said, speedwalking over to Louis eagerly as he spotted him in the cafe lobby. They were in a salad shop called Sweetgreen on the corner of 3rd and 10th. It was sort of like Chipotle, where you pick your toppings, except all of the toppings were super healthy.

"Never do that again," Louis says, shaking his head at the over-eager Harry. "I want to see that level of energy though, during your dances."

Harry blushed, pushing a loose curl back beneath his beanie. It was truly fall now- the weather was getting colder and Harry was decked out in a red plaid shirt, black skinny jeans and Chelsea boots. He looked divine.

Louis, on the other hand, was still soaking up the last bits of summer. He was wearing an hombre Tank top, which was black, grey and white from top to bottom. On his legs, he wore cropped denim shorts, paired with a pair of white Vans. How many pairs of vans did this kid own? Harry wondered.

Harry gave Louis a quick hug, and Then headed towards the line to get their food. "I can pay this time," Harry offered. Louis shrugged. "Okay," he said.

Louis stepped up to order first, getting a spinach salad with chicken, a wide variety of vegetables unidentifiable to Harry (were those bean sprouts?), and a tiny bit of olive oil dressing on the side.

Harry looked warily at his salad, but didn't say anything. Then, he walked to the counter and asked for one of the premade salad choices - the Asian fusion one, which came with loads of chicken, crunchy noodles, peppers and peanut sauce.

Harry looked up and noticed that this was the kind of place where they put calorie labels on everything. The number next to his salad read: 700. That seemed like a lot, but Harry ate meals bigger than this on a normal basis. They were young men with fast metabolisms. Why was Lou so worried?

Harry paid and then met Louis, who had taken a seat in the back part of the caf.

"Yours looks good!" Harry lied, smiling at Louis, who was slowly beginning to eat.

"So does yours," Louis replied between bites. "What is that?"

"Asian fusion," Harry replied, taking a bite. He fucking loved peanut sauce.

"So hows your day, flower face?" Lou asked. His blue eyes were gleaming, and his biceps were bulging at the seems of his rank top.

"Not great. We had a math exam," Harry groaned. "At least it's over though."

"Poor baby," Louis mocked, making a distressed face. "Perks of being a theatre major. No tests."

Harry chuckled. "That is true. Though every day feels like a test in your class. A guessing game of: How much embarrassment can Harry Styles handle before he dies of humiliation?"

"Oh knock it off," Louis grumbled, smirking at Harry. "It's not my fault you suck at dancing."

Harry laughed. "It's not my fault either. Im just a baby giraffe," he said, purposefully extending his neck.

"I'm going to choke from laughter, stop!" Louis demanded.

Harry was surprised to find that Louis was actually eating his food, really devouring it. But aside from the chicken, there wasn't really much substance to it. It hardly looked filling.

"Why are You staring at me?" Louis asked, interrupting his thoughts.

"What? I'm not," Harry said quickly. He took the final bite of his salad, tossing his fork into the empty container.

Louis raised an eyebrow. "Harry, I'm really fine," he said, reassuringly.

Harry had about a million things he wanted to say about his eating — but he held his tongue. Niall was right. louis was getting hostile already and he hadn't even said anything yet.