under your bed in new york. // larry stylinson

eight.

It was 7:20pm when Louis was waiting outside of a restaurant for Lucas.

After the incident on Sunday, Louis had tried to ignore his jumbled feelings that had arisen in him. There was no way Harry had been about to kiss him and there was no way Louis had been about to let him. Louis wasn't in love with Harry. He couldn't be.

In order to try to ignore the mess that was his feelings, Louis had asked Lucas out on a third date. It may have been a dumb move on his part but he was convinced that as long as he spent some time with Lucas, he'd realize that he loved Lucas, not Harry.

It was a Wednesday evening and Lucas had said he'd be a little late because he had stayed a bit later at his school to finish marking some papers. Louis didn't really mind but he was getting a little chilly and hungry standing outside of the restaurant. His phone vibrated in his pocket so he took it out, expecting a text from Lucas, but saw a notification from Harry instead.

Louis had been texting Harry like he usually would with a playful and friendly tone, pretending like nothing had happened and he hadn't left abruptly on Sunday. Pretending like Harry hadn't been about to kiss Louis.

[harry - 19:21] is saturday okay?

[louis - 19:21] okay for what?

[harry - 19:21] you coming over and cooking for me
[harry - 19:21] remember?

[louis - 19:22] yeah

[louis - 19:22] i'm free[louis - 19:22] i'll come over at 5:30?

[harry - 19:22] okay
[harry - 19:22] need me to buy any ingredients for you?

Louis was about to type a reply when someone tapped him on the shoulder and he flinched a little, looking up. Lucas was standing in front of him and waved his fingers. "Hey, Louis. Did you have to wait long?"

"Uh, no, not at all! Shall we go in?" Louis turned off his phone and slipped it back into his pocket shivering slightly when Lucas wrapped an arm around his waist and led him into the restaurant. It was the same one they'd gone to on their first date and they were seated at a table near the window. The waiter handed them their menus and Louis scanned over it, trying to ignore the buzzing in his pocket that was probably Harry bugging him for an answer.

"Your phone's buzzing a lot," Lucas noted. "Is it work? Do you need to answer?"

Louis shook his head. "No, it's just a friend texting. I can answer him later."

"You can answer him now, if you want, I really don't mind," Lucas said.

"You sure?" Louis looked up from his menu. "We're on a date."

"I don't want to be that kind of guy, you can answer him if you want to," Lucas said good-naturedly.

"Okay." Louis returned his eyes to the menu. After a few minutes, they ordered their meals and Louis finally took his phone out to answer Harry. As he'd guessed, he had a bunch of unread messages from Harry - in fact, he had about ten of them.

[harry - 19:34] answer me, i can see you read my last message
[harry - 19:34] so do you?
[harry - 19:34] louis
[harry - 19:34] louisss
[harry - 19:35] LOUEH
[harry - 19:35] stop ignoring me you MEANIE
[harry - 19:35] tell me so i can get some ingredients at work for you if you need it
[harry - 19:35] don't you dare do this you pudgy snowman
[harry - 19:35] WHATEVER YOU'RE DOING RN IT'S NOT MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME AND YOU COOKING FOR ME
[harry - 19:35] louis :(
[harry - 19:36] btw you'll bring milky on saturday right?