The Butterfly Effect

19.1 Surprise Me

My third-first date with Louis was somewhat the same of our previous dates. Of course, he did not have that upscale condo we could go back to, but quite honestly, I preferred his fraternity room. I got to know him on a whole new level. My eyes scanned the Artic Monkey and Greenday posters hanging on the wall, various trophies, and a closet full of shoes. He loved the color red and had Burberry cologne. I much rather spend the evening with him talking about meaningless conversations than trying to save him from his escort customers. This life was so much better for him, at least from my perspective.

As the weeks progressed, I realized how deep I was falling in love with him. He'd come over sometimes and we'd cuddle and watch Netflix, perfectly content being in each-others arms. When his fraternity beat mine at a fundraiser, I had to rehearse my disappointed look, though it didn't fool Niall. He'd say Damnit Lad, I can see your glow for him. Put it away.

Yet, I couldn't. I wanted to take things slow with this relationship; get to know him, enjoy all that he was. We were caught in a heated moment on more than one occasion but we never let it get passed heavily making out and caressing each-other's bodies. I found it endearing that he never tried to pressure me, and I think he felt the same way. Of course, he couldn't remember all the times we made love before: his assertive, dominate, and promiscuous nature long gone. It made me wonder what he would be like now.

Eight weeks into the relationship, I decided that tonight would be the night. I used some of my trust fund to book a fancy hotel in the city. I didn't go 'all out' and decorate it with rose petals, but I knew I did not want to our 'first' time to be in the fraternity, at the risk of interruptions and not being able to be lost in ourselves.

I did, however, get a low alcohol content champagne, just because it could set the right mood. Hey, don't judge me. I am only appreciating what I have – and what I have is something that can never be replaced. What I have is rare – and I have every intention of treating him like this the rest of my life. Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh. I am not the same Harry you met in the first of my story, am I? Well, that's debatable. I called this story The Butterfly Effect but even sitting here, writing my secrets, I've come to notice that nothing has impacted my life the way Louis had. The Blue-Eye Effect? Pfft. The Louis Effect? As If. I'll come up with a catchy time some other time. Right now, this is all I have.

Anyway, I made him wear a blindfold in the Uber and even up the elevator.

"Is this the part where you reveal you're apart of some gang or cult and I'm the sacrifice?" Louis giggled as I gripped his waist tightly, kissing his neck.

"Trust," I reassured him. "Trust."

I removed myself from his waist and opened the door with my hotel key. I sat him down on the bed and caressed his cheek before placing my lips onto his. He instinctively wrapped his arms around my neck, deepening the kiss as he tried to crawl on top of me. My breath hitched as he lapped my palette with his tongue. Not wanting to get caught up in the moment too much, I pulled back and put our foreheads together.

I slid off his blindfold and watched as his pupils adjusted to the light. He sat on the bed, scanning the room with his eyes. I could see confusion on his face, but it was slowly melting into a large smile.

"Harry, what is all of this?" He asked gasping.

I popped the bottle of champagne that had been setting in ice and poured us both a glass. The peach Moscato began to make bubbling noises. I watched as Louis stared at it for a second, amazed.

"What's on your mind love?" I teased.

Louis took a sip of the champagne before placing it on the nightstand. "Just never had someone go through so much effort for me," he said with the most humble voice. I could tell he was being genuine. "I mean, how did we end up here like this?"