Meeting of fate | Larry Stylinson

7

The famous pop star and the single father has been texting back and forth the past days. It's been flirty, let's say. Compliments here and there.

Harry hasn't felt like this in forever. It's been ages since he had butterflies in his stomach when he's just texting with someone. Just seeing Louis' name on his screen, makes the curly-haired man smile widely.

They are planning on meeting up on Saturday, and Harry's both excited and nervous. He's going on a date with his crush, who would imagine that happening? Not Harry.

The curly-haired man is sitting in his car, in their driveway. He's on his way to pick up his daughter from kindergarten, but he can't stop thinking about the gorgeous man.

Can't stop thinking about the way his lips would feel against Harry's plump, pink lips. "Shit," Harry sighs, resting his head against the steering wheel. He needs to calm down before he picks up the little girl from kindergarten, that's for sure.

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It's early Saturday morning, and the sun hasn't risen yet. Sophia is still fast asleep, thankfully, and Harry can't decide if he should take a shower or go back to sleep. Or, more like, lay in bed and stress about meeting the pop star later on the day. Yeah, that's what would have happened.

He decides to take a long relaxing, warm shower to hopefully calm himself down. His hands are shaking like crazy, and Harry wants to laugh at himself. He probably would, if he wasn't so god damn nervous.

The curly-haired man takes a long, probably forty minutes, warm shower. When he steps out from the shower, he laughs out loud at his mirror. Wow. He looks like Tarzan, for real.

His brown, curly hair is tangled together and he has mascara around his eyes from the night before. He wonders what would happen if he would show up like this to his date. A shocker, that's for sure.

He can imagine Louis' face when he sees him, dressed in pajamas looking like Tarzan with a black eye. The singer would definitely be shocked, but he would play nice. He'd definitely tell Harry that he looked beautiful, and Harry would have laughed out loud in his face.

He quickly blow-dries his hair with his old nasty blow drier, and lotions his body. He's so pale, notices Harry.

Opening one of the cabinets beside his mirror, he takes his makeup down. He's going for a simple look today, as he has never worn makeup around Louis. There's a bit of nervousness in his stomach about wearing makeup around his crush, afraid of getting judged.

With his makeup done, and hair did, he walks out of the bathroom he just spent at least one hour in. Unbelievable, thinks Harry.

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Hours later, and the time is six-thirty. The curly haired boy is on his way to Louis' house after he has just dropped off his daughter at Emma's house.

His knees are shaking a bit, and his hands trembling. He's very edgy, and he can't seem to sit still in the car seat. The music is loud, to distract him from the nervousness.

The nervous man pulls up to a luxury house, and wow. Okay. He certainly did not expect that. The house is white, and it's way too expensive-looking, for Harry to come in looking like he is. He definitely should have dressed up.

With a shaky breath, he walks out of the car and makes his way to the door. The curly-haired man nervously knocks on the front door, and within seconds, the door is open and green eyes met blue, once again.

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NOTE: Hi, thanks for reading :) I hope you enjoyed today's chapter even though it was kinda boring. I hope you all are staying safe.