Beautiful Silent Boy [L.S]

The Art of Breathing (Short Chapter)

HARRY POV

"Haaaaaaaarry," Louis calls beside me.

I take my eyes off the road and give him a quick glance.

"What in the world are you so nervous about?" He asks.

"Me? Nervous? Pfft," I sputter.

My heart is racing at one thousand times an hour, I keep fidgeting in my seat like a toddler who has to pee, and I think I'm sweating.

Ew.

"Ha! And I'm the fucking Pope!"

I stick my tongue out at him.

"Look Harry, I know you're nervous, but you shouldn't be. It's just dinner with my grandmum. You've never been nervous around her, so why should you be now? We just made the football team! Prom's in two weeks, and Liam and Niall are together! There's a lot to be celebrating right now mister! So smile, stop your squeamish ways, and just be yourself."

I feel him place his hand on my lap and when I turn to face him, he's giving me his most natural and toothy grin.

"Thanks love," I say.

"Any time."

We get to the venue and it seems to be extremely expensive and mature. I'm a minimum wage teenager who never learned the definition of the word mature.

"Louis," I breathe, as I open his car door.

"What?"

"It's really, really, um," I stop.

"What Harry?" He takes my hand and I pull him up from the passenger's seat.

"I don't know what to say. I'm just scared. This isn't the place I'd normally find myself at you know?"

"Of course I know. You're being ridiculous and psyching yourself out!" He pushes me against the door and it closes as he leans against me.

"Listen," his warm breath is against my ear.

"We're going to go in there and have a good time. You're going to be the amazing boyfriend that you are and enjoy yourself. I'm going to make stupid jokes and we'll all laugh just like we do at home on the couch with a cuppa to go around okay?"

He looks at me and I close my eyes, taking a deep breathe.

I slowly start to imagine that this is home, that while we're walking in, the table is a couch, and that our soon to be full glasses are mugs of tea.

His grandmum welcomes us warmly with open arms. I pull out Louis' chair and take the seat next to him. The waitress comes over and asks what we'd like for a round of drinks. Louis goes for tea, I go for tea, everyone goes for tea.

"So how was your day boys?" She asks after the waitress has left.

"Oh it was great! Classes were a breeze, drama galore, but I found myself inside of no lockers today! Score for the Tommo," he laughs.

"What about you Harry?" She asks, giving Louis a grin.

"Oh, it was good. I may or may not have fallen asleep in chemistry and I made everyone get an extra pop quiz in psych because I couldn't keep my mouth closed."

"Ohh, well in my boyfriend's defense, he was defending me!" Louis chirped.

"Of course he was," she laughed.

"You could have committed genocide and he would still be there supporting you!"

"This is very true, although I really think you should reconsider," I play along.