Girls? [xxxxxxx]

F O U R

Every aspect of Harry's face is screwed up, like he's in the midst of an orgasm, but he's only hitting the high note of his favourite song of the week.

"Babe, you look so cool," he sings as loudly as he can, pretending to sing into a microphone that is his fist.

The rain pelts onto the windshield and he almost doesn't hear the passenger door open, but he's fully aware when someone is in the seat next to him.

It's Louis, and he's labouring a special crinkled smile. "Were you practising the art of blowjobs?"

He blushes and immediately switched the radio off. "Sure."

"Then what's your recommendation for handjobs?"

Harry stares at him a little gobsmacked, but then he remembers Zayn's limited advice (just go along with everything he says, it's easier to get to know him that way). Surprisingly, he makes a fist with his hand in midair and moves it up and down slowly, tracing the empty gap between his palm and fingers with his thumb.

Louis suddenly cocks his hips up and says, "Demonstrate?"

Harry goes trough another set of his cheeks heating up. He ignores Louis and asks, "Why are you in my car?"

"Was going to visit Niall, but then I saw you in your car and was like, great, perfect opportunity for a quickie. Why are you in your car giving a performance to an imaginary audience?"

Harry glances at the rain and then back at Louis who seems dry, and that can only be explained by the soaking umbrella that's dripping on the floor. "Niall has a girl over. 'm giving him privacy."

"You're a good friend," Louis says, tapping Harry's shoulder and he wants so much more contact, but it's obvious Louis isn't going to give him any. "But I'm not."

Louis' suddenly out of the car and sprints into the building. Harry walks in after him, hovering his coat over his head, not wanting his curls to get any wilder. He bombards up the stairs, listening to Louis' soft taps of his feet.

When he finally makes it to the floor the flats on, Louis is already standing at the front door, but it's the wrong flat. It's the one across from Harry's and he attempts to say, "Lou, that's the wrong--"

But the door has already opened and out steps the pretty girl that Harry likes staring at. Her hair seems longer and her eyes seem to sparkle, but Harry no longer enjoys her appearance because he finds Louis' back lovelier than her face.

She looks at Louis expectingly and all he does is stutter, "Oh."

Harry steps beside Louis, gazing into the flat that's identical to his, but the colours and furniture is different. Louis seems to notice this, because he clears his voice and asks, "Do you have any spare eggs?"

Frowning, the girl nods. "Yeah."

"I moved in the flat across from yours. Like, it's right there." Louis points his thumb over his shoulder, semi confident in his lie. "We, Harry and I, were baking a cake, but then, fuck, we don't have any eggs. So, Harry suggested that we go down to the grocery store, but that would take long, so I told him that was a shit idea and suggested asking you. Also, two birds, one stone, as this way I can meet you. So, love, I'm Louis Tomlinson."

"Name's El," she says, smiling, "How many eggs do you need?"

Louis holds up two fingers, but tells her, "Four. Oh--shit, fuck. Two, two, two, I need two."

Harry isn't oblivious, he knows that Louis' nervous around El, but why? Is it because he likes her or something? They just bloody met. Standing next to Louis grim faced, he crosses his arms and sighs impatiently. He watches as El walks away and Louis turns to him excitingly, whispering, "She's hot. Isn't she?"

"Sure."

She's back in several seconds, carrying a whole carton of eggs. "Here, Lou. You can have all of 'em. Just give me a taste of the cake, yeah?"

Louis nods eagerly. "Definitely."

"Absolutely not," Harry says under his breath, looking down. He's jealous, all right. He's jealous of someone who doesn't even notice his romantic feelings towards them. Are they romantic feelings, though? It's definitely more like an infatuation. Definitely.

As soon as the door of El's flat slams shut, Louis shoves the eggs in Harry's hands and begins to skip down the staircase.

"I'm in love," he yells, his voice bouncing off the walls.

[ thanks lovelies!! I like writing this, so thank you for reading xxxx ]