Be asking how's it going (say the goings well)

Naamloos deel 4

It's two and a half weeks later and Harry hasn't received any more notes. Louis is back to acting as if nothing had happened, joking off with Zayn in the back of the room. He has trouble meeting Harry's eyes sometimes and always gets a small blush whenever Harry calls on him to answer a question, but nothing more besides that.

It's five o'clock on a Wednesday afternoon when Harry is driving home after staying late to catch up on his lesson plans. It's pissing buckets and Harry is driving slower than he could probably walk due to the rain coming down on his windshield.

He's just about to turn left onto his block when, in a moment of clarity through the windshield, he sees someone with a black hoodie rushing down the street ahead of his car. He doesn't mistake the black and white checkered vans rucksack or the rolled up trousers for anyone other than Louis.

Harry curses before driving straight, instead of left, and pulls up right alongside Louis, who is still staring at the ground as he tries to block the rain from his eyes.

Harry honks the horn to get his attention and Louis looks up with a startled look before recognition flashes in his eyes as Harry waves at him to get in the car.

Louis looks around for a moment with a hesitant face before Harry honks the horn again and Louis opens the door quickly, slipping into the passenger seat before slamming the door closed.

His teeth are chattering and he's practically dripping. Harry just wants to cuddle him.

"Why are you walking in the rain?" Harry asks with an exasperated voice as Louis pulls off his sopping wet jacket and fiddles with the controls on the car to turn the heat up higher.

"B-because I h-had to run extra laps-s for footie since I-I was l-late again and Niall h-had to go to work so h-he couldn't stay to drive me home." Louis voice stops shivering towards the end as he grows warmer and finally looks at Harry with a guilty look. "I'm sorry for getting your seats all wet."

"Jesus, it's fine, Louis. Just, where do you live?" Harry prays he lives somewhere close because the rain is beginning to come down even harder and it doesn't look like it's letting up anytime soon.

"Uhm, just about 10 minutes from here, it's right down the street from-"

"You're coming to mine." Harry cuts Louis off as he begins driving again, pulling into a random car park before backing out and heading back towards his house.

"What?" Louis practically squeaks out and Harry can't help but chuckle.

"My house is barely a minute from here and I can hardly see to make it. I'll never make it to yours with the rain like this. I'll get you some dry clothes and drive you home once the rain stops." And Harry knows it's probably a monumentally bad idea but he doesn't see himself having any other choice in the matter.

Louis is silent as he stares down at his hands and fiddles with his fingers. They make it to Harry's house only a few minutes later and he reaches into the back to grab his things after parking the car.

"Uhm, I've only got one umbrella." Harry apologizes as he pulls it out from the back seat.

"You use it." Louis rushes out. "I'm already soaked and you said you'd get me dry clothes anyways so there's no point in both of us being wet.

"Just rush to the door, yeah?" Harry says, and then he's pushing his door open, opening up the umbrella and running towards the steps of his flat.

He hears Louis door close from behind him and quickly sticks the key in the lock before pushing the door open and holding it open for Louis as he dashes inside.