The Parlour {LS//AU}

Chapter 7

Before I start this chapter just wanna say that there is a very special part in this that actually fucking happened. Not exactly the way it does here but still it happened.

Saturday

Why was I freaking out so much. I stood outside the cinema waiting and I tugged at my shirt when my phone started ringing. "Hello."

"Hey sorry I can't make it." I felt my heart drop.

"No that's okay I uhm- I actually completely forgot." I chuckle to try to make my lie more believable.

"You're such a fibber."

"No I'm not."

"I can clearly see you standing outside the theater."

"I thought you couldn't make it?" I looked around trying to find him.

"Maybe I'm a fibber as well." I was still searching for him, "look a little more to your left." I turned and seen him wearing a hoodie and a brown coat.

"I see you."

"I know."He chuckles and we stay on the phone until he is right in front of me. I have to look up at him, he's not significantly taller than me just taller. "Hi."

"Hey."He smiles and his dimples show. "Should we go in?"

"Uhm yeah. I hope you don't mind I got tickets already, everything was selling out."

"It's alright I'm sure the movie will be fine."

The movie was okay but I kept going off into my own little world when Harry would laugh. His laugh is like a trigger to my "happy" place. We are walking down the street now doing nothing particularly interesting but it seems to amuse me enough because I can't stop smiling. "Should we get a bite to eat?" I ask not really wanting this night to end so quickly.

"We could go back to my place, I could make us something." Is this a good idea Louis?

"Yeah." He looks at me and smiles.

"Alright we've got to catch a train."

Harry's house is small and warm. There's pictures all over the walls and a desk with journals stacked around it. "Make your self at home." He said taking his coat off and tossing it over the back of the couch. I sit down and hear pots and pans clinging together, so I get up because how rude of me not to offer to help.

"Need some help?" He looks up.

"You can stir this." He said handing me a bowl and a whisk. I start moving the whisk around in the eggs he's cracked. He pulls a band from his wrist and ties his hair up, it makes a very bouncy and curly bun. "Have you ever whisked before?"

"Erm.." he grabs my hand and places his other on the bowl.

"So quick circular motions and use your wrist mostly." He guides my hand in the motion he's described. Usually when he touches me his hands are concealed by rubber gloves but now I could feel the softness of his hands.

I also noticed that his hands were much larger than my own. He clears his throat and moves his hand away from mine dragging his fingers across my hand slowly. I feel my face grow warm and my face isn't the only body part that has reacted to his lingering touch. I push my waist up against the counter hopefully hiding what he's caused.

He takes the bowl and starts dunking something in it. I lean over the counter and prop up on my elbow just to watch him. He smiles but looks down at the pan where he's laid the strips of meat, it looks like chicken.

He stood at the front door smiling at me, "thanks for dinner."

"Anytime."his voice was soft and deep.

"I gotta go but I'll call you."

"Alright." I didn't know what to do hug him kiss him. I placed a hand on his shoulder and squeeze a little before patting him and walking off, well that was akward as fuck.