Louis comes to the bakery every morning and he knows everyone there. They know Louis personally that his friends with everyone who works there.
There is barely anyone who hates him, that's how friendly Louis is.
But when a certain curly haired boy g...
Louis's POV I walked through the doors to the hospital and I saw the receptionist and she saw me too. She smiled at me and I walked up to the desk. I was holding a bouquet of flowers and a bear.
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"Hello sir, how may I help you today?" She asked me and I smiled before I replied saying, "Hi, I'm here to see Harry Styles. Is he allowed to have visitors today?" I asked and she nodded. She typed a few things into her computer. "He's in room B112." She told me and I thanked her before I walked to the elevator.
I walked into the small space and I pressed for floor number 2. I waited and tapped my foot to the elevator music that was in the background.
When the elevator dinged and the doors slip open, I walked out and looked for Harry's room.
"109...110...111...112," I said to myself and I slowly reached for the door knob and twisted it. I opened it and I saw him in bed.
Harry was watching the TV that was above him, but I guess by the sound of the door made him look at me. He smiled and lifted a hand to say hi. I slowly waved back at him and he chuckled.
"Come on Lou, like I said yesterday, there is no reason to be shy around me. It's me of all people. I won't judge you by the sound of your voice. Just talk to me." He told me and I nodded shyly.
"Is that for me?" He asked and I saw his eyes drift to the flowers and the teddy bear. I smiled at him and nodded. I walked to the side of his bed and handed him both of my gifts. He took them and I saw his eyes sparkle as he looked at them closely.
"Thanks Lou," He said to me and he looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes that only God can aquire. I nodded and he sighed, "Is there something wrong with me that won't let you just talk to me?" He asked and I shook my head. He reached over and grabbed my hand, making me look at them, "Then just talk to me." He told me. I looked at him again and I slowly nodded.
"Okay, so let's play 20 questions!" He said and I nodded before saying, "Okay," He tilted his head before he just shrugged and we started to ask questions.
"Sexuality?" He asked and I smiled before saying, "I'm openly gay." He squinted his eyes at me and I started to get nervous, "Do you hate gays?" I asked and he shook his head.
"I'm Bi Lou, it wouldn't make sense if I were to hate gays. It's just...your voice..." he faded and now I was confused.
"What about my voice?" I asked. "It reminds me of this guy who helped me get here. Like he was trying to keep me steady before the ambulance came to get me." He sounded so wondrous when he talked.
"That was me," I told him and his eyes widened, but then he smiled. "Of course, a cute voice for a cute boy~" Okay lord, take me right here and now! The sex god just called me cute! I can't breath! I thought to myself.
Well that's what I thought I did...
"So you like me?" He asked and I froze and started to think of what he just said. "I said that out loud?" I asked and he chuckled before he nodded while looking at me.
"I don't have a problem with you liking me. I mean, I was thinking of that voice of yours yesterday and I was thinking of how much I liked it. It sounded like the type of voice that I want to have around all the time, y'know?" He sort of rambled, but I think that I was to happy to even notice it.
"So you like me too?" I asked and he nodded, "It sounded as if you wanted to take care of me no matter what. Plus, you are quite cute. The way that you are around others is so sweet and you're so nice. Even though you do tend to get sassy sometimes. It's still adorable."
"You're no different. I mean, you aren't sassy, but you are extremely nice. Like you didn't have to make special pastries just for me, but you still do because you know that it like them. You're so sweet and besides, you are hot as fuck." I replied and that made him chuckle.
"So how about this. When this month is up, I'll take you out on a date, and we'll see where we stand on this whole relationship scale, okay?" He asked.
Am I dreaming? Yes, this has to be a dream. This cannot be real. There is no way that I'm actually going to be going on a date with this hunk right here.
When I felt a pinch on my thigh I yelped and jumped back. I looked at Harry and he was grinning, "Now you know that you're not dreaming lovely," He spoke and I blushed.
I really need to stop thinking out loud....
"Yes, yes you do," He laughed and I blushed even deeper.
"So about that date?" He asked me again and I realized that I never accepted his offer. I smiled wide and bright and nodded. "Yes, I would love to go on and date with you, but it better be better than my friend Zayn." I joked and he tilted his head.
"Mind telling me what he does?" He asked and I could hear the competitiveness in his voice and that made me giggle. "Well he took my friend Niall on a walk through the park, then the carnival, then the two of them rested on his rooftop," I described and he started to laugh.
"I am known to be the king of dates. My skills are amazing, and I always make sure that the person that I'm on the date with has an outstanding time. Just you wait till our date, and you can brag it to your friend as long ands you want." He said with a cocky tone.
"I guess we just have to take your word on that, eh?" I winked and he chuckled before nodding. "You see? Talking to me isn't that hard now is it?" He asked and I shook my head. "Not my fault that I have a hard time talking to an absolute hottie." "I don't think that 'hottie' is even a word,"He joked and I rolled my eyes, "Well it is in my dictionary." I sassed and that made him laugh.
"So I follow the definition of the word hottie in your dictionary?" He asked and I looked at him with the 'really' look. "Harry, your face would literally be under the word hottie." I told him and he chuckled.
He placed the gifts on his side table with a little help from me. Him and I talked for the rest of the evening, and the doctors allowed for me to stay the night. They helped Harry move to the side a bit and he had me in bed with him.
His body felt warm and his skin was so soft that it didn't take much for me to fall into slumber.
This may be the start of mine and Harry's relationship and I can't be any happier... ♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧♧ Leave a like, and comment down below your thoughts!
