Journal | L.S

Chapter Thirteen

This is very short and I'm sorry for that ! 

It was Friday night when Harry found himself shuffling his feet into the pub at the corner, that was rather quiet for a Friday which the boy was thankful for. At first glance it didn't look like Louis was working, and Harry had almost turned around to head back home before he heard a familiar high voice coming from the back. Once Louis had turned up behind the bar, Harry made his way towards it to scramble up on a chair. 

"I'll um... I'll..." Harry mumbled, looking around the place, avoiding Louis who stood there with a dumbfound look on his face. "Shoot. I forgot." The boy sighed, digging into his pocket for a small note. "I'll have a beer, please." He read, before looking up at Louis who looked ready to laugh. 

"No way." Louis shook his head. Sure, he had made him drink once, but he swore to himself that he would never do it again. "We have 7up." 

"No, I'll have a beer please." Harry said firmly, he had spent a good hour on the phone with his mum, going over things he could say to his neighbour. Louis pressed his lips together. The boy, or man rather, was twenty-three, so he couldn't exactly deny him service when he wasn't causing trouble. 

"Doubt you'll like it." Louis spoke. 

"I'll have a beer please." Harry repeated and Louis just sighed, grabbing a glass and deciding on a pale ale for the boy, nothing too much. He hands the drink to the boy, watching with a smirk as the boy takes a sip, immediately scrunching his face. 

"Yuck." Harry pouted, but proceeded to take another sip, much to Louis' amusement. Shaking his head, he turns away to serve another customer but keeps an eye on the boy who seemed to be trying his absolute hardest to drink his beer. 

After twenty minutes Louis decided to step in. Harry had hardly made a dent in his drink and it was most certainly flat by now. "Listen, mate. You don't have to drink it if you don't like it."
"Oh, thank god." Harry mumbled, handing the glass back to Louis. "Didn't really like it." He told the man with a blush, earning a laugh from Louis. 

"Yeah, I could tell. Now, how about a soda, or something?" 

"Uhm, can I have the thing you gave me one time. That was good." 

"No." Louis said flatly. "Not making you drunk again. You said you didn't drink, so why don't you just get a soda or water or some shit, or just go home." 

"No." Harry pouted. "Need something," the boy started. "I wanted to talk to you and, and..." 

"Why do you need alcohol to talk to me? C'mon mate, don't be a child." 

"Need more confidence." Harry mumbled, and Louis almost didn't hear him.

"Okay then..." Louis cleared his throat. "How about a cider? It's a lot sweeter than beer and not as strong as vodka." 

"Yes, thank you."

- - -

"Okay, how many have you had?" 

"Um, I, um. Not many, I think." Harry answered, looking up at Louis with big doe eyes. 

"Sure." Louis mumbled. "Well, my shift is over, let's get you home." He helped the boy off the chair, knowing even if the boy would be sober, he'd still manage to fall. 

"Will you come inside with me, please?" Harry pleaded once they stopped in front of his apartment. Louis let out a sigh but followed the boy inside. "I wanted to talk to you." 

"'Bout what?" Louis had barely let go of his words when a pair of lips crashed into his own. 

"Whoa." Louis pulled back. "Harry, you're drunk." 

"Nooo." The boy whined, trying to kiss the man again but Louis held a firm hand on the boy's chest. "Think I like you." Harry whined again, cheeks blushing. "Wanted to tell you the other night." He admitted. "Don't think the last time I kissed you was a dream, was it?" Harry looked down at his feet, too afraid to look at the older man's reaction. 

It was quiet for a while until Louis responded. "No." He sighed. "It wasn't." It was Louis' time to blush. "I just... ugh Harry, you're very inexperienced and frankly, a little childlike." 

"Am not!" 

"Yes, you are!" Louis pressed. "Giggled like a schoolgirl when I stuck my tongue in your mouth." 

"Felt a little funny. S'all." Harry shrugged. "I'm not inexperienced though, I do have some toys." 

"You what?!" Louis choked, trying to wrap his head around what the boy had just said.  

"Some toys." Harry repeated. "I have some toys for sex." 

"Oh." Louis didn't know what to say. "Like... uhm, what kind of toys?" He felt himself cringe at his words, not believing himself for saying them out loud. 

"That go up my bum." 

Louis' eyes went wide as he stared at the boy. "I shouldn't have asked. Should not have asked." The man shook his head. "I'm scarred now." 

"I told you I watch porn." Harry pointed out, not getting why Louis was so flustered. 

"Harry! Please don't tell me that!" Louis quickly stopped the boy from talking any further. "What you do in your private time is none of my business. Please keep it to yourself." The man had to take a deep breath to calm himself down. 

"Oh." Harry nodded. "Noted." The boy pondered for a moment. "So, I shouldn't tell my mum when I watch porn?" 

"NO!" 

"What if I have questions?" 

"Just google it for God's sake." Louis fussed. "Oh my God. Your poor mum." 

"I don't think she minds my questions though." Harry said, making himself comfortable on his sofa, patting the spot next to him for Louis to sit. "Would you like to see them? My toys, I mean."  

"Harry, please stop talking." Louis ran his hand trough his fringe. "Can we just please stop talking about this. I think I should get going anyways." 

"No, please not yet." Harry pleaded. "We could play Scrabble!" 

"Not in the mood, really." 

"How about a movie?" 

"Ugh fine." Louis sighed. "One movie." He agreed, allowing Harry to choose one this time, the boy continuing their Disney theme from last time. 

"Pinocchio." Harry beamed, getting himself comfortable again once he had started the movie. "Love that one." 

"Told me last time, yeah." Louis didn't look at the boy who seemed to have his eyes glued on him, though Louis could feel him staring. "You like the princess movies and all that." 

"M'huh." Harry nodded; quite glad Louis had remembered as he seemed to be one of the few ones who did. "And you like Pixar and the Marvel movies." 

"I do, yeah." Louis answered, "Now, shouldn't we watch the movie?" He finally turned to the boy who was still staring at him. Harry only nodded, directing his gaze towards the TV. Nothing else was said, except a few comments from Harry about the movie, but Louis always quickly told him to be quiet, that he was distracting him. 

"Louis?" Harry quietly asked once the movie was nearly finished. 

"What Harry?" 

"Can I... Can I kiss you again?"