Girls? [xxxxxxx]

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If you were to kiss someone and then leave them, why would you kiss them the second time? This doesn't make sense, but this is why you're here--to document the things that don't make sense in my head. Maybe Louis and I are like the lesbians of gay men, as in the girls that only kiss other girls for entertainment, but Louis only seems to be entertaining himself with the emotions he sets in my body. He's such a lovely person, that I can't imagine him being with someone that can't appreciate him. I'm not saying I can't appreciate him, but I would want all his attention on me, and then I will pay attention to the attention he's placing in me, not giving him the chance to receive my attention. It's confusing and

"What are you writing, author?"

Speak (write) of the devil.

Harry looks up at Louis, admiring the feathery hair that he wants to delicately run his fingers through--maybe even blend each strand together to match the braids that Lou and Perrie practise in his hair.

"Nothing," he answers, closing his journal shut.

Louis grins, the crinkles by his eyes protruding out of his skin. As he sits down across from Harry, he wonders out loud, "Do you work here?"

"No. I work at Crown."

"Then why don't you just eat at Crown?" Louis asks, stealing a fry of off Harry's plate.

"Because Restaurant has good food."

The blue eyes study the colour green. "But Crown is closer to your place. Why travel extra?"

"Because it's weird being served by friends. Plus, Restaurant has good food," Harry whines and slaps Louis' hand away from his plate. "Stop eating my food."

"But it's good," Louis taunts. "Are you writing about me?"

"Jesus," Harry says it like a curse. "What are you doing here?"

Louis leans across the table, his fingers dragging along the edge of the plate. "Niall said you'd be here. Are you writing about my gorgeous eyes?"

He places his hands on the plate, mindlessly holding Louis' hands along with it. "Why did you ask Niall where I was? And no, wouldn't dream of it."

Louis positions his hands over Harry, fretting with the rings on multiple fingers. "You're so romantic. Can I read what you're writing?"

"I'd rather that it'd stay private, thank you." He leaves his hands intertwined with Louis', as it creates comfortable shivers down his spine.

"Fuck, so polite. What movie would you recommend on a first date?"

"I don't recommend any movie," Harry informs, "I think any first dates should all be a classic restaurant date. That way people can get to know each other."

Louis nods, smiling politely (still tracing the rims of Harry's rings). "Also, are handcuffs suitable for a first date or is that a no go zone?"

Harry's breath catches. "Depends."

"On what?"

"El's a good girl. She wouldn't go for it," Harry mumbles.

"How about you?" Louis asks, pulling in Harry's hands closer to him.

Harry chokes on his own saliva.

"Just curious," Louis adds with a devilish smirk.

"Um."

"Um."

Harry snorts and then threads one hand out of Louis' to hold his palm to his nose, embarrassed. Louis reaches over with his now unoccupied hand and taps Harry's nose.

Being brave, he responds to the previous question with, "If the handcuffs were fuzzy."

Louis smirks and presses his thumb slightly harder against the bone of Harry's wrist. "You always work in my favour. God bless. So, you want to hang out this weekend? I need help with El."

"Saturday I'm busy," Harry says. "Niall needs assistance with party plans. New Years is a big deal."

"Assistance. Fuck, so intellectual. Sunday good? I was thinking that we could go to this little Italian place for dinner. I'll pick you up at five, yeah?"

Harry mindlessly nods and grips the air with his right hand once Louis' escapes from it's perimeter.

"Wear something nice," Louis tells him, slipping out of his chair. He walks over to Harry's side.

They stare at each other for several seconds, until Harry's forced to close his eyes when Louis leans his head to his. Feeling a dry kiss on the corner of his mouth, Harry keeps his eyes closed; pleased and shocked.

"We'll plan my first date with El on Sunday, yeah?"

Harry touches the corner of his mouth and watches his friend walk away, and breathes, "Yeah."

[ do you guys realise what louis' up to yet? ;)

also, massive thank you for reading. it makes me really happy and idek it's a nice feeling.

and sorry for the short chapter, but the next one will hopefully be long :)) ]