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22.

Damn this took me long to make, my apologies. I'll try to get the next one done faster. This is a timekiller before the golden music video comes out, yeah?

Also, I probably won't write any detailed smut scenes for this book. I feel a bit awkward making them... sorry!

Requests are welcome!

''Wakey, wakey, baby.'' Louis whispered, leaving little kisses on Harry's jaw, nose and lips.

The taller boy smiled, last night's events replaying in his head.

Louis and he kissed last night.

They're a couple now.

Boyfriends.

''Mornin','' Harry whispered, pulling Louis down on top of him. ''Sleep well?''

''Like a log.'' Louis sighed, nestling into Harry's side. He cuddled close to the taller boy and traced Harry's swallow tattoos that were peeking out from underneath his shirt.

Harry hummed in agreement, savouring the warmth Louis' body radiated.

Louis leaned on his elbow and looked at the younger boy fondly. ''You should get dressed. I'm taking you on a long, big-ass date today.''

''A-a date? As in... In public?''

''Uhm, I mean... Yes? Duh.'' Louis laughed, kissing the lad's forehead. ''Why's that surprise you so much?''

''I don't think I've ever been on a proper date like that before.''

Louis huffed. ''You and Nick dated for what? Three years? Surely he's taken you on a date.''

Harry shook his head. ''Nick didn't like to go out in public with me.''

"He didn't, huh? Then I'm sure you're delighted to hear that I would like to go out in public because I wanna show you off to everyone in my hometown." Louis said.

The younger boy blushed. "Wow... I-I am in fact delighted to hear that. Didn't really think I would ever find someone willing to do that. Maybe Nick was scared of other people their reactions?"

"No, Nick walked through the train station with a boy plastered to his side. He thought you weren't worth it. You are though, so don't even think differently."

Harry grinned widely, pressing a chaste kiss to Louis' cheek. "I won't. Promise."

****

The wind blew through Harry's hair as they walked through the carpark to the football stadium.

Louis and he were walking side to side, their hands occasionally brushing together. Harry looked around, watching the people around them have fun.

He wanted to hold Louis' hand. Unsure of Louis' reaction, he was a little reluctant, simply hooking their pinkies together when their hands moved against each other again.

Harry grinned and looked at their hands before looking up at Louis, noticing the small blush on the smaller boy's cheeks. His smile widened and he was brave enough to actually hold Louis' hand properly.

Louis squeezed it reassuringly.

The older boy sighed in contentment, unable to wrap his head around the fact that this beautiful, lanky and clumsy boy was officially his now.

There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that he was just a rebound, a sweet boy Harry was fond of because he just got out of a very serious relationship.