Eccedentesiast || Larry

12. Alright

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When Harry's mother returned to their home about a week later, it seemed like everything was back to normal and nothing had happened. Gemma went back to her apartment in San Francisco, Harry stayed hidden away in his room playing video games, and Anne and Robin went back to work at the Salvation Army. The only difference is that Anne takes pain medication every once in a while for her back.

Harry never got the chance to explain his relationship with Louis to Gemma, what with all the madness. Everyone was too stressed and upset to take a moment to talk. Liam and Louis stopped by once last week (not at the same time - that would be awkward for Harry) to make sure everything was alright.

Speaking of Louis, the two boys (men? one of them is, at least) haven't gone on another whatever since their last catastrophe. They haven't discussed their whatever's either, which is fine. Harry isn't very good with words. He avoids them like the plague.

Now, though, as Harry is sprawled across his bed and one of Louis' older movies is playing on the television, he wishes that Louis would have at least explained a few things. He wants to know exactly what they are. Are we friends, or are we more? Harry wonders. If they are just friends, Harry wouldn't mind. But, of course, if they were more than friends, he certainly wouldn't complain, either. He'll be happy with whatever Louis can give him.

Louis' face flashes across the screen as he looks off into the distance somewhere. Blood is running down his face from the heroic battle he was just in, but he couldn't look more beautiful, with his hair matted down and sweat covering his nearly exposed torso. If Harry's being honest, he could watch this clip all day.

A knock sounds at the front door. Harry is forced to pause his movie and go downstairs to answer it, since it's a Wednesday and Robin and Anne are at work. Harry is surprised, to say the least, when he opens the door to reveal Louis standing there with his hands behind his back.

Before Harry can even utter out a greeting, Louis begins to speak.

"Hi, Harry. I know this is sudden and you may or may not have already made plans for this afternoon, but today is my only free day and I really wanted to see you and-" Louis pauses to breathe. He takes his hands out from behind his back and holds out a bouquet of flowers as he continues. "Would you like to go to lunch with me?"

Harry just stares at the beautiful flowers that Louis is handing to him. He grabs them, smells them, and smiles at the fact that they're not typical roses, they're Gerbera's, Harry's favorite flower. There's no way Louis could have known that, but it still brings a smile to Harry's red face.

"So, do you like-"

"Yes," Harry interjects.

"Yes? You like the flowers?"

"No. Well, yes, I love the flowers. But I mean yes, I would love to go to lunch with you," Harry says, looking up at Louis and flashing him a toothy smile.

Louis makes a sound of relief, as if he was expecting Harry to say no. Pff, as if he would ever deny Louis such a request as lunch.

"Come in, please. You can hang out in the living room while I go get ready. I've just got to find a vase for these first."

Louis nods and walks into the living room off of the entry way. Harry makes his way into the kitchen and finds a large vase for the flowers. Once they're carefully situated on the windowsill above the sink, Harry practically sprints up the stairs and into the bathroom down the hall. He brushes his teeth, because he had some salt and vinegar chips not too long ago, and he doesn't want his breath to smell around Louis. Then he makes sure his hair looks good and there isn't a piece sticking up and out of place.