we made it || l.s

thirteen - boyfriend!

after louis' shift, harry took louis out to dinner. it was a nice fancy restaurant, which was a little too expensive and fancy for the public.

it was called 'The Ritz' in East London.

most celebrities went on dates, or nights out to this particular restaurant, so harry wasn't surprised when a buttload of paparazzi were outside, snapping pictures as louis and harry stepped out of the taxi.

harry wore a patterned suit with a plain black shirt underneath, and louis just wore a black shirt with black jeans, but harry noticed louis wasn't wearing a jacket, so he gave him his suit jacket.

the paparazzi were quick to notice that harrys pants matched the jacket louis was wearing.

'harry! harry who is that?'

'can i get a picture, harry?!'

'harry, is that a boyfriend?!'

as they entered the restaurant, louis complained about how it was super fancy, and he wasn't "rich enough for this shit." but harry just laughed it off, keeping his hand protectively on the boys waist.

they both ordered the steak meal, with a bottle of wine to share between them. it wasn't the strongest wine as they didn't really feel like getting tipsy.

the more the night went on, the more harry fell for louis. he loved everything about him.

his eyes. his smile. his small figure. the way he covered his mouth with the back of his hand when he laughed, and the way his eyes crinkled at the side wherever he smiled.

harry couldn't take it for much longer.

'what are we?' harry asked. regretting it as soon as he said it. louis made a confused face, and scrunched his eyebrows.

'i-i mean. we go on dates. we kiss. we cuddle and share clothes- i like you, lou. i really really like you.' harry sighed, his body filling with fear each word he spoke.

'thank god.' louis breathed, laughing and shaking his head. 'that would've been awkward.'

harrys head snapped up, looking at louis who was laid back into his chair, biting his lip from smiling too much.

'what?' harry asked a little louder, mostly in shock.

'harry i swear- you really think i wouldn't like you back? like come on! i fancy the fuck out of you.' louis said, his tone making him sound like it was completely obvious.

'really? you do? you're not fucking with me, are you?' harry asked quietly, seeing louis roll his eyes and lean forward.

'no. i wouldn't lie about that stuff. i know we've only known eachother a little while, i don't know- i just really like you.' the smaller boy confirmed.