The Wedding ✔

Chapter 5

Slowly Louis started to back away. He couldn't believe that the sexy guy sleeping in front of him was Harry. Even though Louis had never seen Harry before he automatically knew that the guy was Harry, he just knew.

Unfortunately, God hated Louis, meaning he didn't notice the table behind him, which caused Louis to crash on it, and so Louis fell on the floor. He accidentally screamed and of-fucking-course it made Harry woke up.

He sat up, rubbing his eyes. Then he noticed Louis, sitting on the floor, and he dropped his hands down and stared at Louis, confused.

"Oops, I'm sorry, didn't mean to wake you up", Louis blurted out.

Harry quickly got up and walked over, helping Louis up. "No, it's okay, I shouldn't have been sleeping anyways. Hi."

Louis just stared, unable to speak. He didn't know what he had expected from Harry but definitely not that deep voice. It sounded really... sexy. Oh dear Lord.

Harry offered his hand to Louis. "I'm Harry."

Louis shook Harry's hand. "I kno— Um, Louis. I'm Louis."

I know who you are. It was so close to slip out of Louis' mouth but fortunately he had stopped himself right on time. It annoyed Louis how much Harry already affected him. Louis frowned slightly when Harry started smiling, showing two goddamn dimples.

"Oh, you are Louis!" he exclaimed. "I should've recognized you, I've seen pictures. Nice to finally meet you."

Louis grinned, and glanced at Harry's beautiful face. "Well, that happens."

He didn't say anything else because he wasn't sure what to say— he didn't know whether it was nice to meet Harry or not— and well, he hadn't seen any pictures of Harry. However, Louis short answer clearly didn't bother Harry.

"When did you arrive?" Harry asked curiously.

Louis shrugged. "Not long ago."

Harry turned his head to look around and his long hair looked insanely good. Louis had thought that he could laugh at Harry's curly hair but now he realised that he could never do that— Harry's hair was too beautiful and too precious.

And Louis really needed to get his shit together.

"Why are you alone? You shouldn't be alone since you just arrived", said Harry, furrowing his eyebrows. "Where's Liam? Zayn?"

"Went to see Liam's parents", Louis said, and forced his gaze away from Harry's lips. "I should, um... you know, go find them."

"I'll come with you", said Harry, which made Louis silently groan. "This house is huge, I don't want you to get lost."

Well that's very nice but Louis wanted some distance. Harry had such an effect on Louis, and they had talked like, what, ten minutes? It didn't predict anything good, so Louis wanted to keep a safe distance— just in case.

"You don't really have to, I can—"

"Oh, hush, it'd be my pleasure", said Harry, and started walking.

What choices did Louis have? Nothing, really. As much as he needed space, he knew that he would get lost if he went alone.

"O-kay...", Louis muttered, and followed Harry.

Louis noticed quite quickly that it was really hard not to like Harry— the guy was just simply too likable. While Louis bit his lip and remained silent, Harry told him lots of things; how he liked tattoos, how he liked to cook and how he loved his mother and sister to the moon and back, how he had met Liam... lots of things. Louis' short answers didn't seem to bother Harry, though.