flower crowns // l.s.

Bonus Chapter: Their First

this takes place after they say i love you for the first time and the whole Cal situation. enjoy (;

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Harry was rubbing his hands up and down the armrests of Louis' chair in his work space. Louis was tossing out used needles and replacing everything with new ones for sanitary purposes. Harry's smiling to himself as he watches him; he's just so happy. Happy to have the little moments like this, where he doesn't have to do anything to entertain Louis. They can just sit in the same room while one another is busy and it be enough. Harry adores it. And him.

After the whole Cal situation happened, Harry had happily gone along with everything Louis wanted to do. He enjoys being by his side, even when he has the late shift at work. And Harry's mind has been going places he's ashamed of thinking, but it's happening so often now. Especially since Louis says he loved him back, he's just waiting for the moment. The right moment where they bring their love together in the most pleasurable way possible, and Harry's hands are shaking from thinking about it. He's certainly daydreamed about it, did . . . other things to those thoughts. It's the next step in their relationship, and he definitely doesn't want to mess it up. He hasn't done this in a while.

"I'm thinking," Harry finally mutters. He looks down at his lap and then back up to Louis.

Louis glances over at him. "Congratulations."

Harry forces himself not to pout. "Hey."

"Hello," Louis says.

He huffs and scratches at his neck, looking away from him. He genuinely was thinking about this important thing and it's hard to bring up. He's blushing just thinking about it. So maybe he's okay with Louis being distracted and not taking things seriously, because Harry doesn't know how he would say it. He's sort of needy and doesn't want to admit that.

The sound of squeaking wheels made its way over to Harry, and soon, a warm hand was placed on top of Harry's. "What were you thinking about?"

Harry doesn't turn to look at him at first, but fingers gently gripped his chin, forcing him to turn his head to Louis. Soft lips met Harry's in a chaste kiss.

"I wasn't," Harry mumbled. He couldn't meet Louis' eye.

Louis' hand falls on Harry's thigh and he gives it a squeeze, which seems to jumble up his thoughts into incoherent nonsense.

"Okay," Harry starts, "I was thinking . . ."

"You've established that already," Louis says with a slight laugh. Harry frowns. "I'm messing, H. What's so important?"

"It's stupid! Forget about it." Harry looks down and squirms in his chair a bit. But that's the thing: this chair. He can't get it out of his brain and it's got him . . . bothered. Really bothered. He should probably get home and take care of this by himself, where he won't be embarrassed.

"It's not stupid," Louis says. His face turns serious and he starts to rub his hand against Harry's thigh encouragingly, but it only makes Harry whimper. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong. I'm just . . . embarrassed. It's embarrassing to talk about. Please stop touching me." Harry slouches in his chair and feels the hand on his thigh immediately retract. He looks up to Louis and sees a worried look on his face, and that makes Harry feel horrible. "Oh, Lou. You didn't do anything wrong. I'm just . . . I've thought about this. A lot. Over and over. It's a thought that I've wanted to turn into a reality, but I can't talk about it because it's so . . ." he can't say it. Why can't he say it?

"Babe, just say it already. You're freaking me out," Louis mutters.

Harry inhaled deeply and throws his head back on the chair. "We've done things, you and me. But not . . . that. Yet. You know?"