Harry was in the middle of studying when his phone started ringing. Harry frowned because, who calls him? His parents don’t even do that anymore.
“Hello?” Harry answered, sounding genuinely confused as he did so.
“Harry?” Harry heard a slightly familiar voice on the other line. Harry grinned when he realized the voice belonged to Louis. The beautiful, soft voice belonged to Louis.
“Louis,” Harry said, grin still on his face, “I didn’t think you’d call,” Harry admitted, his face growing hot. He and Louis had exchanged numbers, yeah, but Harry didn’t even bother to add Louis’ number because he was sure he wasn’t going to receive a phone call from him. The punk boy was nice, but not that nice. But, here he is, talking to said punk with a stupid smile on his face.
“I can’t believe you’d think that. Of course I’d call you,” Louis said, a smile in his voice, “I was actually wondering if we can meet up. Like, now?”
“Right now?” Harry asked, then face palmed.
“Yeah, right now,” Louis chuckled.
“O-Okay,” Harry stuttered, grinning like mad, “Where?”
“How about outside the restaurant you work at?” Louis suggested.
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll, um, meet you there,” Harry said. After exchanging goodbyes, they hung up. Harry quickly ran over to the mirror and adjusted his jumper so it had no wrinkles. He then made sure his phone and keys were in his pocket and his flower crown wasn’t crooked before he walked out the house. He didn’t bother to inform his parents that he was leaving; they wouldn’t care anyways as long as he was home before curfew.
He walked down the street slowly, his hands dug deep in his pockets. He hummed a low tuneless tune as he walked the short distance towards the restaurant. When he got there, he saw that Louis was already there. He felt guilty because he hoped that Louis wasn’t waiting too long for him.
When Louis caught sight of Harry, he turned in his direction and smiled, “Hey Harry,” He greeted as he walked up to the lanky lad.
“Hi,” Harry said softly.
“Where do you want to go?” Louis asked and Harry shrugged, “Let’s go to the park then, yeah?” Harry nodded and the two found themselves walking the short distance to the park. The walk there was silent and slightly awkward, and Harry couldn’t help but blame himself for that. He was just naturally awkward.
“I like your flower crown,” Louis broke the silence.
“You do?” Harry asked incredulously, no one has ever liked his flower crowns—they all thought they were stupid and girly.
“Yup,” Louis nodded, “They look nice on you.”
“Thank you,” Harry blushed as he looked down, a small smile on his face. Louis liked his flower crowns.
When they arrived at the park, they found a swing-like bench to sit on. Harry happily sat on it and waited for Louis to do so also before he started to rock them back and forth. Louis chuckled at Harry’s child-like behavior while Harry blushed, again.
“So, tell me about yourself,” Louis said as he turned to look at Harry who did the same.
“Um . . .” Harry started, there wasn’t much to tell, “I’m seventeen, and I’m still in high school. I turn eighteen in February. Um . . . and I like making flower crowns.”
“That’s all?” Louis asked with a raised eyebrow.
Harry shrugged, “I guess.”
“What about your family and such?”
Harry shrugged again, “I have a mother, a step-dad, and an older sister.” Louis nodded, “So tell me about you.”
“Well,” Louis started, “I’m nineteen and I’m out of high school, but I’m not in Uni either. I’m turning twenty in December. I have a part-time job at the cinema and at the grocery store. I also have four younger sisters, a mum and a step-dad as well.”
“Your life seems more interesting than mine,” Harry commented.
“I doubt it, I don’t make flower crowns,” Louis smirked while Harry smiled, “Can I see that one?” Louis asked as he pointed to the crown on Harry’s head. Harry nodded and gently took it off before handing it to Louis who took it just as gently.
Louis began to twirl the crown between his fingers as he eyed it in awe. He had a small smile covering his face, “This is a nice shade of blue,” Louis commented and Harry blushed.
“T-Thanks,” Harry stuttered. Louis handed Harry back the crown and Harry took it and placed it on his head. It was a bit lopsided, so Louis adjusted it a bit. Harry’s breath hitched at the close proximity he was to the punk boy. Harry subtly sniffed in his cologne, because he could.
The two boys talked for another hour or so before Harry realized he had to leave if he wanted to make it home on time. Louis nodded in understanding and the two were then walking back to Big John’s Burgers so they could part their separate ways and go home.
Before Harry could turn and leave however, Louis grabbed his arm, “Yes?” Harry asked slowly as he turned around.
Louis coughed, “Um . . . I, uh, had a great time tonight and was wondering if, um, maybe we could like,” Louis took a deep breath as he rolled his eyes at himself, “What I’m trying to do is ask you on a date.”
“W-What?” Harry spluttered.
“Will you let me take you out . . . on a date?”
“Y-Yeah,” Harry nodded enthusiastically, “I’d love that . . . a lot.”
“Great,” Louis smiled, “Then, I’ll call you later, I guess.”
“I guess so,” Harry grinned at him.
“You look cute with dimples,” Louis commented with a small smile before turning around and leaving. Harry blushed and was happy that Louis had his back towards him. He then turned around himself and began his walk home, smiling like an idiot.
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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...
