Shakespeare's Love Story

Chapter 7

The days coming towards their date was nerve-wracking for both of them. They were excited of course but still nervous. Louis felt like this date needed to be perfect, just like Harry's, which would be hard. He had many ideas, but with the help of his Mum, he finally came up with an idea. Louis hoped that Harry would like it.

Harry, on the other hand, was more excited than nervous. He couldn't wait to see Louis again. He wanted all the lectures to be over and done with so he could get to the weekend. They would always chat with each other or text over the phone, with Harry trying to find out details about the date. Gemma and his Mum constantly teased him, and they promised to tell Robin when he got back from his business trip.

Sometimes Louis and Harry would see each other in the park and went to join each other in a conversation like they hadn't seen each other for months. There were one or two occasions where they had kissed each other when they were walking home. Nothing more than a short kiss would've been shared, and it left them both blushing.

Soon it was Saturday, and Harry couldn't wait. He spent a long time choosing the right outfit and would constantly get Gemma to give him advice.

"Harry for the millionth time, you look fine."

"I don't want to look okay, I want to look perfect" Harry frowned.

"Harry, seriously you look great," she said as she fixed his scarf around his neck. "Let me get your fedora, you like that don't you?"

"Yeah."

"Your black one right?"

"Aww Gems, you know me so well" Harry laughed.

"Shh," she said rolling her eyes.

Gemma walked over to grab his hat from the top of his desk and slid his hat on, trying to place it in the right place.

"There you go."

The hat finished off his outfit of a white shirt, black skinny jeans and a long black trench coat, topped off with a grey and white scarf wrapped loosely around his neck.

"See? now you look perfect."

"Thanks, Gem, you're the best."

"I know I am" Harry rolled his eyes. "Put on your brown boots as well."

"Yes ma'am" Harry saluted, and they both giggled afterwards.

Gemma pulled some of his hair out from his hat to show off his loose curls.

"There you go," Gemma said, giving him a quick once over.

"Now you have to wait for Louis to see you."

At that moment the doorbell rang and Harry smiled.

"Speak of the devil" Gemma mumbled.

"Oi, he's not a devil, he's an angel" he grinned.

"Wow you're really gone for him aren't you."

Harry blushed as he ran down to get the door. When he opened the door, Louis was standing there with a smile on his face and he was looking around at everything else. As soon as their eyes met, they both flushed light scarlet.

"Wow, you look exquisite" Louis smiled as he looked over Harry's body.

Harry bit his lip to try and hide his broad smile as he took the hand that Louis offered to him.

"Have fun you two" Anne called out as they walked down the driveway.

"We will" Louis replied.

They walked to a convertible that was parked on the other side of the road, and he kindly opened the door for Harry.