Zayn P.O.V.
“His eyes give me butterflies, and the way he says my name makes my heart flutter.” Harry told me after taking a sip from his tea, setting his laptop aside.
Interrogating him about his crush on Louis was easy, he was always open with his feelings and what he wanted to say. I couldn’t believe it, little Harry had a crush on Louis. They’d be cute together, in all honesty.
“You barely know him, Harry. How do you know you like him?” I asked.
“Well, yeah, I barely know him. We had a five minute conversation while waiting for a bathroom stall, and the first thing I do is bump into him while trying to get my phone. But he was so gentle with me. He was so kind, Zayn.”
I smiled to myself, this boy’s in deep. Good news is, I asked Louis about how he felt, and he agreed to go on a date with Harry. I just have to tell Harry.
“You have a date with him tonight, at seven thirty. It’s at the new sushi place downtown, he said he’ll drive, you just have to look nice.”
I saw him visibly freeze, before he started rambling on and on about how it was already four, and how he had no clue what to wear, and how he was going to make a fool of himself. I sat back, texting Louis that he’s getting ready and how excited he is for the date. Hey, it isn’t a complete lie.
Louis P.O.V.
“What do you mean the reservation got double booked?!” I yelled into the phone, tugging at my hair.
“I’m sorry sir, we have someone who’s paying more for the seat.” The person on the other line said. I hung up angrily, sitting down.
What am I supposed to do now? The date is possibly ruined because of that. What will Harry think? I muttered out profanities as I texted Zayn, explaining everything to him. All he replied with was that he had my back. What does he mean? I sighed and shook my head, no time thinking about that now. It was seven, and it took me five minutes to drive to Harry’s dorm, so I’ll be fine. I stood in the mirror, sighing softly, shaking my hands out. I’ve never been this nervous about anything before, why is this boy getting me so nervous? I grabbed the small bouquet of white roses, Harry’s favorite flower, told to me by Zayn. I grabbed my car keys and my wallet, walking out of my dorm and to my car. I drove down to the dorm, getting out of my car and walking up to the door, knocking on it. A few moments passed, and a girl answered the door, causing jealousy to build. But it subsided when a blond boy came and wrapped his arm around the girl’s waist.
“You must be Louis. Come on in, Harry’s fixing his hair.” The boy said. I nodded and walked into the dorm, standing to the side awkwardly as the girl studied me.
“You’re not going to hurt him at all, are you?” She asked me. I shook my head quickly.
“Of course not.” I assured her. She nodded.
“I’m here!” I heard the familiar deep voice, and I turned my head, seeing him all dressed up in a nice tux, his curls falling around his face. I smiled and walked up to him, handing the flowers to him, which he took with the widest smile on his face. “Thank you, they’re lovely.” He said, setting them on the table.
“Take good care of my baby!” The boy shouted out the door as we exited, causing Harry to chuckle softly.
“Sorry about him, he’s protective over me.” Harry apologized. I shook my head.
“Don’t apologize, I find it cute.” I opened the passenger door for Harry, which he sat down in, and I closed the door, heading to my side. “The reservation got double booked.” I said after I buckled myself in.
“This is what happened on my mom and dad’s first date.” He said quietly, and I smiled to myself, starting my car.
“Where would you like to go, Harry? We’ll go anywhere your little heart desires.” I told him, backing out of the parking space, beginning to drive off.
“Can we go to an Italian restaurant? I never really liked sushi, anyways.” He said. I nodded, driving off towards town.
“So tell me about yourself, Harry.” I pushed on, keeping my eyes on the road.
“Well, I’m twenty years old, I study literature and poetry, and I like to write both stories and poetry. I live off of coffee. I have an older sister who lives in Holmes Chapel, helping my mom out. Um, that’s all I have for now.” He chuckled nervously, messing with his fingers.
“You’re interesting to me, Harry. What’s your sister’s name?” I asked him.
“Gemma. She’s a little bit older than me.” He cleared his throat before speaking. “Tell me about yourself, now.”
“Okay. I’m twenty two years old, I study physiology and human psychology. I play football, even though I’m not very good. I like watching movies and sleeping. I have a younger sister who lives in Doncaster, also helping my mom out.” I told him.
“What’s your sister’s name?” He mocked me.
“Lottie. She’s a few years younger than me.” I saw him nod out of the corner of my eye, looking out the windshield.
“I’m excited for tonight.” He told me. I smiled and nodded.
“I am, too.”
