Mindreader (L.S.)

09.

Louis couldn't wait until Sunday - neither could Harry, but Louis didn't know that - and just for the sake of wanting to impress Harry he spent his whole Saturday practicing and coming up with new ideas instead of going out like he usually would every weekend.

As Sunday finally arrives, Louis spends hours in front of the mirror in his room, wanting to look his best even though he's going to be sweating by the end of the day anyway. He styles his hear a tiny bit and puts on some pretty tight fitting shorts and a tank top like always.

When he's finally ready he has to rush out of the door and onto his bike to get to Harry's place. He doesn't have his drivers license yet, so he has to bike everywhere.

Harry lives quite far away so it takes Louis some time to get there and he's winded when he does. He leaves his bike on the grass in front of the house and walks up to knock on the front door. Seconds later it's opened to reveal Harry, in training attire as well and with a nervous smile on his face.

"Hi, Lou." He opens the door further and Louis steps in.

"Hi."

"You can just hang your jacket there and put your shoes over there." Harry points, so Louis does as told. Then Harry leads him into the living room where Harry's mom and sister are watching TV. They don't seem to notice the boys enter, so Harry clears his throat and their eyes fly up to meet Louis' blue ones.

Anne smiles upon seeing Louis and stands up to go meet the boy. "Hi Louis, I'm Anne, Harry's mum." She greets and Louis replies with a faint 'hi' back. "I'm guessing you two are planning on getting straight to the dancing, so Gemma and I will be upstairs if you need us." She says to Harry who nods in return.

Gemma stands up from the couch as well, smiling at Louis and making her way to her mother.

"He is cute." Anne whispers to Gemma who nods, not meaning for Louis to hear it, but he does. And blushes like crazy all the while.

"What?" Harry questions when he sees Louis' facial expression.

"I think your mum just called me cute." He says, a small smile forming on his face.

"Oh my God, of course she did," Harry facepalms and Louis just chuckles.

"Well, my sister called you hot yesterday, so I suppose we're even." Louis shrugs and Harry chuckles with him.

The boys agree on starting their practice, so Harry moves some of the furniture in the room out of the way so there's plenty of space for them to jump around.

"How about we lay out some pillows on the floor and try out the dirty dancing move?" Harry suggests after they've stretched, and Louis' eyes go wide.

"Um, sure." Louis says, not sure at all.

"We'll take it slow, and we'll do it properly when you're ready okay?" Harry calmly says to make Louis feel more secure.

"Okay." Louis takes a deep breath and they both grab cushions from the couch and lay them around on the floor, so Louis will land on them no matter what.

Louis goes to the far end of the room while Harry stays in the middle, legs spread and arms ready to catch him. "Whenever you're ready." Harry assures Louis.

Louis takes a last breath before he starts running towards Harry. He takes off when he reaches him and Harry steadily helps him upwards. It works, but only for about two seconds until Louis looses his balance and tips forward. Before he can meet the ground though, Harry wraps his arms around Louis' legs, his middle bending over Harry's shoulder, face just about mushed into Harry's ass.

Harry leans over until Louis' legs reach the ground again and Louis clutches his chest, taking deep breaths meanwhile. He was sure he was about to die there.

"Thank you for literally saving my face there." Louis chuckles airily, Harry doing the same, seeming just as scared as Louis was.

"Up for doing it again?" Harry raises his brows at the boy when they've both calmed down.

"Well, I know now you're gonna catch me, so that's at least some comfort." Louis moves back to his starting spot, Harry doing the same.

They try out the move for a couple of more times before perfecting it on their 6th try. They start up as always, soon starting to loose hope, but both somewhat sure this will be it.

"Okay, focus." Louis says mostly to himself, but to Harry as well, knowing they both need it.

Harry nods to say he's ready and Louis starts running again. The repeat the actions like before and this time Harry gets the perfect grip at Louis' waist, holding him straight over his head. Louis arches and stays as stiff as possible, making it look much better than their last few tries. Harry holds him there for 10 seconds until his arms are giving out and he guides Louis down to the ground again.

Louis' so excited when he gets down that he squeals and immediately jumps into Harry's arms without noticing. Luckily Harry reacts fast enough and catches Louis, so he's carrying him, Louis' legs wrapping around Harry's torso. They smile widely at each other, eyes shining in joy at their achievement. They both know they originally planned it with one arm, but they're more than happy to be able to even do what they just did.

Then it's like deja vu when Harry's eyes again drop down to Louis' lips like at their first practice. Louis' eyes do the same and both boys are thinking the exact same thing.

"I would love to kiss him right now."

Louis is taken aback by the words at first, not even having had control over when he transported into Harry's mind. He made a deal with himself to not do it today, but he guesses he's so close to the boy that he couldn't help it from happening.

Then Louis gathers the courage to answer the boy's thought.

"Do it."

Harry's eyes land on Louis' again and he looks confused at the smaller boy that's still in his arms.

"What?" Harry questions. Without realizing he's slowly caressing Louis' back while he's carrying him, but Louis can't complain.

"Kiss me."

Harry's eyes widen, but he leans forward nonetheless. "How did you kno-"

"Just kiss me." Louis cuts him off with a smile, not wanting to have to explain how he knew Harry wanted to kiss him.

Harry seems confused, but that doesn't stop him from attaching his mouth to Louis', their lips molding together.

The kiss is very gentle, Louis' hands tangling themselves in Harry's hair, while Harry's holding Louis firmly in his embrace in the middle on the living room, not caring about anything else but this moment.