Conversation of emotion (Baby Boy)

🌻a midsummer night's dream🌻

Sometimes I really don't have inspiration for a little while and I write a chapter but end up deleting it because I'm not satisfied with it. I wasn't really happy with the last two chapters but I wanted to update and I knew I couldn't make them better than they are now... I hope this one is better. Also, if you guys would like it, you can follow me on instagram. It's bestkindofbullshit

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"I can't believe I'm actually going to see a Shakespeare play!" Harry gasped, driving out of the McDonalds drive through.

Louis grinned and looked at his boyfriend, softly stroking his cheek.

"Also, I can't believe I'm actually driving us to London. In my own car!" He chirped, eyes happily looking at Louis.

"You're doing rather well. It's weird to be the one in the passenger seat."

Harry smirked and made a weird move out of nowhere, causing Louis to yelp and grip his chest.

"Oh my God! You're giving me a heart attack! Are you out of your mind?"

"I made sure no one was behind or in front of me. I wouldn't get us killed." Harry said cheeky smile on his lips.

Louis gritted his teeth, wanting to make a snide remark but he secretly found this funny too.

So, instead, he chuckled lowly and shook his head. "You're lucky I love you."

Harry took Louis' hand in his and smiled. "I love you too." He whispered, keeping his eyes on the road.

He was anxious.

Jessica told him something yesterday and he had to tell Louis about it today.

What if Louis thought he was pathetic or weird? Would he break up with him? Or throw him out.

"Baby, are you alright?" Louis said, worry in his eyes.

"Y-yeah. Just a little bit nervous about tonight."

"We'll be okay. What are you nervous for?"

Harry swallowed.

"It's just... there's a lot of people in a tiny room. Hm." Harry sighed, shoulders tensing.

"It'll be fine, princess. We have golden seats so we'll be the only ones on a balcony. Does that give you a better feeling?" Louis asked.

"It does. Think I needed to know that." The boy smiled at his dom.

The ride to London was long so Harry and Louis had to swap seats after a little while because Harry's eyes became tired.

The tiny boy curled up in his chair and closed his eyes, his muscles relaxing after focussing on the road for so long.

"Sleep, my love. I'll wake you when we're in London." Louis said, hand moving to Harry's thigh.

A small smile formed on Harry's plump lips, even in his sleepy state. London. He was really going to London. To see a Shake Speare play. With the love of his life. Could life possibly get any better?

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''That was bloody brilliant!'' Harry yelled, skipping out of the theatre.

Louis laughed and walked up to the excited boy, wrapping an arm around his slim waist and pulling him against his side.

''Yeah, did you like it?'' He asked, leading them back to their car.

''I loved it! It was so amazing! Just the way... the way they spoke and moved. It was like I was in the 16th century. I was- wow!'' Harry rambled, hand moving up to his face to wipe his hair away from his face.