"Don't confess, write songs." An advice by Harry Styles.

End of the Day (both)

'Harry can you stop pacing around and start doing something useful?'

'No.'

'Harry Edward Styles, you've written songs for the most famous artists, have been scouted as model for Gucci, was asked to host the Met-Gala, almost starred in Dunkirk and you can't handle one simple small date?'

'No.'

'Stop answering like that!'

'No.'

'Is that the only thing you can say?'

Silence.

Doorbell.

'NIALL I'M NOT READY, I DON'T WANT THIS, I'M SCARED AND NERVOUS AND OH MY GOD, WHAT IF I MESS THIS UP? I JUST CAN'T. PLEASE DON'T OPEN THE D-'

Too late.

Harry saw a beautiful, beautiful man standing in front of his door. Shining blue eyes and a mesmerising smile. His hair was styled, but looked as soft as ever. His outfit was simple and basic, but this was Louis, everything he wore looked amazing because Louis wore it. The clothes didn't make Louis look good, Louis made the clothes look good. He was an actual god. Harry could've died right there at that exact moment.

Louis looked at Harry. The way his green eyes twinkled and his plump pink lips formed a smile was just too much. The dimples in his cheeks made him almost drool. His usually curly hair now looked messy, but just the right amount of messy which made it look hot in some way. This guy wasn't even human anymore. He looked beautiful. And not to start over his silly, but very cute personality...

Niall coughed.

'Right, so, ehm... I prepared something, obviously, so if you'd just walk with me-?' Louis asked nervously. Harry giggled, he fucking giggled and took Louis' held out hand. Together they walked out of Harry's house, feeling the sudden cold on their cheeks. It was January after all.

'So, Harold, what do you do on a daily basis? Next to songwriting, I mean,' was Louis' attempt to a conversation.

'I don't know actually,' Harry admitted. 'It's quite the boring life I live.'

'Oh, come on, there must be something behind those charming green eyes? Give me a fun fact about you, anything,' Louis insisted. Harry chuckled.

'Ehm, I like to juggle.'

'That's too adorable.'

Harry blushed and honestly? Louis fell even more in love with him. Not that that was possible though. His heart jumped. Louis felt like he was a thirteen year old fangirling over his highschool crush. Harry looked at his feet. Louis now had the chance to look better at Harry and God, he was breathtaking.

'Look! We're here!'

Harry looked up and saw happy children with their parents, a girl having her fifteenth birthday with some friends, a few couples and more. It was a skating paradise. Harry smiled, knowing that he once told Niall how he'd always liked to go skating on a date. Louis did his research.

'C'mon then! Let's get our skates,' Louis said happily, dragging Harry along to the place where they hired skates. The man was tall and had red hair. He had a cheerful expression on his face.

'Hi there! Two pair I'm guessing?' the man asked happily. After Louis nodded politely, Harry and him both gave him their feetsizes. The man got back in his little wooden "house" to get the skates.

'If Ed wouldn't be successful, this would definitely be him,' Louis whispered.

'What if this is Rupert Grint, though,' Harry whispered back.