quiet (larry stylinson au)

2. trust

Harry sees the boy alone and approaches him again. "Hi Louis" He says, biting his sandwich. His friends had given him strange looks when he told them he would eat lunch with the quiet guy but he just ignored them. Louis smiles and waves at Harry scooting over so there is room for him to sit and eat.

Harry smiles as Louis seems happy to see him. He decides that he wants to make the smaller boy feel comfortable with him so that he will maybe talk a bit. Harry starts to tell Louis about his day, how he didn't understand anything in math and how he told his English teacher a terrible knock knock joke and she just laughed because she loves him. He also tells him how he and his friend Zayn had talked too much during French and the poor boy got detention while he just got away with it. He smiles fondly as Louis laughs beside him.

Louis blushes and smiles at Harry. "Sounds l-like a fun d-day." Louis says looking down as he speaks quietly.

It's the most Harry's heard Louis speak thus far but he's positive that the boy will slowly open up to him. He keeps smiling and eats the rest of his lunch then the bell rings again. Louis frowns when the bell rings. He doesn't want Harry to leave him.

Harry takes a pen out of his pocket and quickly writes his number on a napkin. He does it without even thinking if it's the right thing to do and gives it to Louis with a small smile. "If you need anything..." That's all he says before running towards his next period. Louis looks down at the napkin and smiles.

When he gets home he waves to his mum. He takes out his phone then realizes it will be hard to communicate over the phone. He dials the number into his iPhone and waits.

Harry picks up as soon as he feels his iPhone vibrating against his thigh. He doesn't need to see the number because he already knows who it could be. "Hello?"

"U-Uh" Louis chokes out quietly. He doesn't know what to say. He's never really talked on the phone.

"Louis? Hey, how are you doing?" He says sweetly, trying to make Louis feel comfortable. Must be hard for the guy talking on the phone. Harry wonders why he called; not that he's complaining.

Louis blushes. He loves Harry's voice and could listen to him talk forever. "G-Good" Louis stutters.

"It's good to hear that. Hey do you like music?" He asks, an idea popping in his mind.

"Y-Yes." Louis squeaks. This is the most he's talked in a while.

Harry smiles and finds the audacity to suggest, "What do you think about spending the afternoon listening to music with me? You won't have necessarily to talk if you don't want to..." He's a bit afraid Louis won't even accept since he's kind of rushing things.

"Okay." Louis croaks, blushing deeply.

Harry sighs deeply happy that Louis has accepted. "Okay there are three options: your place, mine or the park. It's up to you" he says excitedly.

"Y-you..." Louis starts. "Yours." He takes a deep breath.

Harry gasps and nods eagerly even though Louis can't see him. "Perfect, I'll send you my address by text. See you later, Lou." The nickname falls from his lips before he can stop it.

Louis hangs up smiling. He explains to his mum that he's going to drive to Harry's and says goodbye to her.

He arrives at Harry's and shyly knocks on the door.

Harry is still tidying up his room as he hears a knock on the door. He sprints down the stairs. He opens the door and sees Louis standing right in front of him. He's so beautiful with his huge sweater and glasses. "Hi." He says. He can't find other words to say. Louis waves and smiles, stepping inside.