Harry was in a particularly good mood when he got home that night, and his parents noticed it. So, when they were all sitting together, eating their dinner silently, Robin spoke up.
“You’re in a good mood today,” He commented.
Harry nodded and waited until all his food was swallowed before he responded, “Yeah,” He smiled.
“Did you meet a pretty girl?” Anne asked with a small smirk. Harry resisted the urge to roll his eyes. He told his family he was gay but they didn’t believe him.
“A gay boy can’t run my business,” Robin had said.
“You’re just confused,” Anne had said.
Gemma just looked at him like he had four heads.
“No mum,” Harry groaned.
“Oh,” Anne frowned, seeming disappointed, “Well, there’s this girl who works at the local supermarket, aisle seven, and I bet she’d love to go on a date with a handsome guy like you.”
“But I don’t—”
“Great!” Anne interrupted, “I’ll get her number the next time I go shopping and set you two up on a date.”
The rest of the dinner was spent in silence, Harry’s happy and light mood gone. When he finished his meal, he walked over to the sink and washed out his plate and went to his room—not even bothering to ask his parents if they need him to wash their plates.
He closed the door after himself and grabbed the flowers he picked earlier. He sat himself on the floor and began the process of making a flower crown. The one he was making was going to be blue—a light blue that matched Louis’ eyes. Harry smiled at the thought of the punk boy, he was just so beautiful and nice and Harry liked that.
When the crown was finished, Harry placed it on his bedside table. He was going to wear it tomorrow. He gave it one little kiss before he began to do something else.
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Harry grabbed his notepad when he was informed that there was someone seated at his table. He took his time finding a pen so they would have time to figure out what to order then walked out the little room. He walked to their table while taking out his pen.
“Hello, welcome to Big John’s Burgers, may I take your order?” Harry asked before looking up, his eyes immediately locking with a pair of blue ones. Harry coughed and blushed as a small smile graced over his face.
“So we meet again, Harry,” Louis smirked.
“Yeah,” Harry said quietly.
“Oh! You’re the guy I ran into last week,” The one that was impossibly perfect said.
“Yeah,” Harry said again, just as quietly.
“So you’re name’s Harry?” The tan one asked, a friendly smile gracing his lips. Harry sighed in relief. He was nice.
“Yup,” Harry nodded his head. The blonde has yet to talk, but it looked like he wasn’t going to be saying anything any time soon. So, Harry spoke again, “May I take your orders?”
“Oh yeah,” Louis nodded and they all began to order their food, the blonde never making eye contact when he ordered his. Harry nodded once he had everyone’s orders and went back to the kitchen to place it.
At the end of the night, Harry had received two things. A big tip and Louis’ number.
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Through My Loudest Tears I Hear Your Name // l.s. (FlowerChild!Harry)
Fanfiction[PERMANENT HIATUS] Harry’s life is not the way he’d like. His father wants him to take over his family business, his mother keeps trying to set him up on dates with girls, and his sister barely gives him the time of day. Harry doesn't want to be par...
