flower crowns // l.s.

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Harry woke up that morning happier than usual. He was practically humming and dancing around the kitchen while making breakfast for everyone. Liam thought he'd finally gone mad because he didn't understand how someone could be so happy at an early hour such as that. Niall enjoyed and actually started dancing along with him while using a spatula to bang against the oven as music. Now Harry is organizing his flower stand and trying to figure out which flowers he's going to pass out for free today. It's such a hard decision, you see, because all the flowers are so beautiful, from amaryllis to zinnias. And while he was searching and picking through all of them, he near about gasped and jumped from joy when his bright emerald eyes landed on the camellias. Oh my, he thought to himself, picking up the stunning pink flowers to admire. They were absolutely perfect. He held the bunch of flowers in his hands and walked over to his table, lying them down carefully and taking out his scissors to cut off some of the leaves.

"Oh!" Harry loudly said when a lady walked by. She had a beautiful purple dress on and curly hair. Her hair flopped when Harry caught her attention, shocked by his sudden loud words. "Here, Miss," he muttered with a soft smile, handing her a camellia. Her face actually lit up with a bright smile and Harry has never been more proud of himself when she leaned over to give him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Maybe I should get into the flower business."

Harry's eyes went wide and he quickly turned to see Louis standing there, eyes hidden behind a pair of Ray Bans and hair slicked back so nicely. He was partly confused because out of those two months he's been watching Louis, Harry has never seen his hair gelled back, but in that cute fringe he loves so much. It takes Harry a moment to register the fact that Louis has started talking to him first again, and that makes Harry nearly giggle, although he's confused as to why he would want to get into the flower business. "Hm?" He questioned, preparing a flower to give to Louis.

"The babes," he stated, a faint smirk on his lips.

Harry's eyebrows furrowed and he nodded, slightly confused (again), and then he stepped closer to Louis to hand him the flower. Louis took it with a laugh and shook his head, entering the tattoo shop singing a tune quietly.

Half an hour went by and Harry has been completely and entirely content with himself for making people smile. He even made a crying little girl stop crying and take the flower he handed. She was adorable, had bright blue eyes and tight curly blonde hair. The poor little thing was sobbing, cheeks tinting with pink and nose turning to match her cheeks. The father looked absolutely fed up with her and, Harry assumed, that he just gave up on trying cheering up the poor girl. "Here you go, beautiful," He had said while handing her the pink flower; it matched her socks. The crying immediately stopped; she took the flower, sniffed it, and batted her eyelashes shyly. Harry wanted to hug the life out of her and steal her for himself. He even thought about it. He'd teach Niall how to dress her, show Liam what kind of foods to shop for, buy her cute tutus and all things pink and purple. He'd love her so much that it'd hurt. But then her father was dragging her away, the flower clutched tightly in her hand, and he joyously grinned when he received a small wave of gratitude from the pretty little girl.

Now he's completely stuck on trying to make this sweet and cute flower crown with cherry blossoms, looping stems together and knotting carefully. He's so focused on this, a size only fit for his head, that he didn't notice Louis coming out for a smoke and watching in utter fascination. Louis couldn't make out what Harry was so zoned in on that he hadn't told Louis off (nicely, of course) for smoking near the flowers again, so he decided to take small steps closer to him, standing on his tiptoes to peer over his back. Harry, now sensing someone's presence, quickly whips his head around, rather alarmed, and accidentally rips the flower crown in half from downright shock.

"Louis," he breathed out, still not realizing that he has ripped his flower crown in half.

"Whatcha doin' there?" Louis asked, still trying to look at what's in Harry's giant hands.

"Making a flower—oh . . ." Harry frowned when he lifted up his hands and seen that he tore the flower crown in half, slightly sighing in frustration because the prettypretty flowers were ruined and his flower crown won't be worn ever. It didn't even get a chance. And he won't admit that he's on the verge of tears because of it.

"No offense, but that looks like absolute shit. What were you doing, mate? Clearly, it wasn't working out too well, hm?"

Harry's still frowning and Louis isn't helping in the slightest. He wants to blame Louis but he knows he could never have the courage to do that, or the guts. He doesn't want to upset Louis in any way and make him dislike the near-tears boy even more. "It was a f-flower crown . . . and I messed it up." Harry didn't want to say good-bye to the cherry blossoms and throw them away. Surely they are useful in some way, right?

It was quiet after that, none of them was speaking, both just staring at Harry's hands. Jade eyed boy wondered if Louis felt bad for Harry and that might be the reason why he's not saying anything. Meanwhile, Harry thought of something so absolutely brilliant that he lit up and the frown was no longer on his face. He knotted the half-flower crown together, making it into a small circle, and tried to slide it onto his wrist. Wretchedly, his own hand was too big to put the flower bracelet on. Louis continued to watch, the cigarette put out by now, and when he seen that Harry wasn't able to put the flower bracelet on his wrist, Louis lifted his own and pursed his lips, beginning to slowly back away. But then Harry turned to face him, eyes bright and hopeful and Louis knew he was screwed.

"Louis!" He happily said, taking steps closer to the boy with a wide smile. "Can you do me a—"

"No."

"Favor?" Harry furrowed his eyebrows when Louis said no, looking down at the bracelet, and the frown returning on his pretty pink lips.

Louis thought he'd just give up on asking since he said no, but then Harry looked so sad, and he stuck his lower lip out in a pout. He thought a man should never act this way, but then again, Harry isn't even human because this is the first time he's seen him sad because the boy is just a ball of sunshine and because the boy is like a unicorn that throws flowers around in a meadow. Louis didn't know why Harry is built so tall and big when he has the brain and heart of a happy child.

"Okay," Harry sadly said, sniffling slightly, lower lip still poked out.

"Ugh, fine."

Harry looked at him with a hopeful smile and licked his dry lips, watching in astonishment when Louis, out of annoyance, flung his wrist out toward curly. Harry wanted to take Louis' small hand and kiss his fingers and palm, but he held himself back from doing so and just decided to slide the flower bracelet onto his hand without touching him. It slid on smoothly, Harry gasping in happiness and Louis groaning in embarrassment. He admired Louis and how it looked, finding it adorable how tough he looked but then the flower crown added that tiny touch that made him look soft—just a little. Louis ran his fingers over the flowers with a scrunched up nose, making sure his hand was lowered so that no one seen it on him. "Does it itch?"

"Tickles," Louis replied.

"I love it so much." And he loved how small his hand was to put the flower bracelet on.

"Mhm," Louis hummed, trying to not pay attention to Harry. "Can I take it off?"

Harry frowned and scrunched his eyebrows together when he asked that. Why would he want to take it off? Harry thought it looked so cute and wonderful on him. And he didn't want to waste the pretty flowers. And because of Harry's pout and frown once again, that's how Louis left the bracelet on the entire day. Harry felt too accomplished when he watched Louis go home with a flower bracelet around his wrist, all for Harry because he didn't want to hurt his feelings. Maybe Louis does have a heart, maybe Louis does like the pouty guy, and maybe Louis liked the flower bracelet on his wrist if it made Harry happy.