Shakespeare's Love Story

Chapter 2

It was the next day, and Harry was nervous. Why was he nervous? He's just one guy he thought as he paced around his bedroom. He was picking an outfit to wear, to make him look relatively nice. He was picking an outfit to meet him with from his four different skinny jeans and his many tops. Eventually, he settled for an all black outfit with a scarf wrapped around his neck as it was a bit cold.

He ran a hand through his curls as he thought over the... what was it? a date? a meeting?

Maybe it was a friendly meeting.

Little did he know that Louis was in exactly the same state but a bit more panicky. He sat on his bed thinking about the many possibilities of what could happen. He pulled his clothes on with his favourite pairs of vans and slung his bag over his shoulder before leaving.

As usual, the streets were quiet. It was a Sunday morning, and everyone was probably sleeping in. His hair blew in the wind as he got closer to the park and pulled his jacket closer to him. He walked, well skipped, over to the bench he always sits at and placed himself down. Louis took out one of his Drama textbooks he had to read for his university course. After a while, he heard the same crunching of the leaves from yesterday, and he looked up to see Harry.

"Hey Harry"

"Hi. You like reading or are you studying?"

Louis tilted his head in confusion until Harry nodded at the book in his hand. "Oh," Louis chuckled. "I wouldn't mind being an English or Drama teacher, so I guess I like reading and studying."

"Great! I'm a photographer in learning as you can probably tell."

"No way! Really!" Louis said jokingly.

Harry laughed. "Did you want to get a drink or a coffee maybe? I mean, if you wanted to that is..."

"Alright, I wouldn't mind a break from studying one day."

Louis placed his book away just as Harry smiled at him. They both walked together towards the exit of the park.

"Are you okay?" Louis asked.

"Yeah, I'm alright."

"Then why do you have a frown on your face?"

"I do?"

"Why you looking so glum, chum?" Louis teased.

"M'not" Harry pouted.

"Then smile that dimpley smile of yours."

He stepped in front of Harry and turned around to face him. Placing his thumbs on the corners of Harry's mouth, he turned that frown upside down.

"There, you're happy now" he stated triumphantly, and Harry smiled for real that time.

"Where would you like to go Louis?"

"I wouldn't mind some tea actually."

"I know a place, let's go" he smiled.

Five minutes later and they arrived at a local cafe nearby, randomly talking about anything until they arrived.

"Hello, what would you like to order?" A girl of average height spoke to them. She had long blonde/brown hair with blue eyes not as blue as Louis' though.

"I'll just have a black tea please" Louis answered.

"Okay, how about you sir?" a light blush appeared on her face when Harry smiled at her and in the corner of his eye, he could see Louis roll his eyes.

"Could I have a Latte please with a croissant, would you like one Louis?"

"Yes please, I'll give you the money."