Glam Slam | Larry Stylinson

Chapter Six (Final Chapter)

Harry reaches for my hand as we cascade down the stairs to the lobby of my apartment building. The simple touch sends shivers down my spine. When we make it to his car, he releases my hand momentarily to open the passenger-side door for me and gently guides me inside.

He quickly runs to the driver's side and grabs my hand again once he is seated. We ride like this the whole way to the still undisclosed location. When the car comes to a halt, I peer out the window to see a sign for what I assume is a restaurant.

Under the Cherry Moon. It looks super fancy. I don't think I'm dressed up enough for this place. Before I can hesitate, Harry is already opening my door and offering his hand. I apprehensively take it and we walk into the obscure restaurant.

Once inside, Harry tells the hostess he has a reservation for two under Styles. She gives us a soft smile as she ushers Harry and me to our table. I am blown away by the decorum and even more so when we arrive at a secluded table in the back of the restaurant.

I can't believe he did all of this for me. He really went all out for this date. The hostess leaves us with our menus and a waiter quickly takes her place. I have to do a double-take when I realize that Niall is the waiter.

"Good evening, gentlemen," he greets us with a knowing look, "What would you like to drink tonight?"

"I will have a tequila. Neat, please," Harry quickly answers.

"Water's fine, thanks," I shyly reply.

"No, Louis. I am treating you tonight. Order whatever you want," Harry insists.

"Okay, um. I'll have vodka on the rocks, please."

"Great choices, I'll be right back with your drinks," Niall says before darting away.

Harry and I, once again, sit in awkward silence, just like at the bakery. Although we haven't said a word to one another since we arrived at the restaurant, our eyes say a thousand words. I could gaze into his emerald-green eyes for the rest of my life.

"So, how was your day?" Harry asks to break the silence and my daze, "What were you up to?"

"Um, not a whole lot today since Liam gave me the day off. Zayn and I just hung out at our place for most of the day, and he helped me pick out my outfit for tonight," I explain.

"Job well done, I'll say. You look extraordinary tonight," he inserts, causing me to blush like an idiot.

"Thanks," I reply looking down at my hands, "Your outfit is incredible. I wish I could rock that silk top, but I think only you can pull it off." This causes him to blush as well and he gives me that dimpled smile I just can't get enough of.

"Here is your tequila, and here is your vodka," Niall interjects, handing us our drinks. "Are you two lovebirds ready to order?" We both quickly scan our menus before placing our orders.

"I think I will have salmon caesar salad," Harry answers, "Louis?"

"I'll have the house burger, please."

"Great, I will have those out in just a moment," Niall explains before heading to the kitchen.

Once Niall is gone, Harry turns to me and asks about my family. I tell him about my six siblings back at home in Doncaster and my lovely mother, Jay.

"Well, I am the oldest of the bunch. I have five younger sisters and a younger brother. First, there is Charlotte, then Félicité who we call Fizzy, followed by the twins Phoebe and Daisy, and lastly the other set of twins Doris and Ernest," I explain, "What about you?"

"Wow, I wished I had that many sibl-"

"No, you don't! I mean they're great and I love them of course, but they can also be a lot at times, especially when I come home to visit. I can't get any privacy," I interrupt with a laugh. "Sorry, please continue."

"You're adorable," Harry replies before continuing, "What I was going to say was that I wished I had that many siblings because I only have one, my older sister, Gemma."

Harry and I then go on to talk about the rest of our families. We bond over the fact that both of our mothers remarried after our fathers left us when we were young and we both agree that our mums should meet because they would get on swimmingly.

Niall soon returns with our food and it looks absolutely amazing. We thank him once again and immediately dig in. Harry and I sit in comfortable silence for the rest of the meal and just enjoy each other's company.

Once we finish and Harry kindly pays the bill, he takes my hand in his and escorts me out of the scenic restaurant. I am confused at first when we walk past his car, but I soon realize where he is taking me. Paisley Park. I always loved coming to this park when I was a kid.

"I haven't been here in ages," I tell Harry, "When we were younger, my mum used to take us when we visited my cousins. I would always go on the swings, but my mum had her hands full with my younger siblings, and my cousins were much older and didn't really play with me, so no one ever pushed me."

"I'll push you," Harry offers. Before I can question it, he is already pulling me towards the swing set. It looks exactly as I remember. He drops my hand once I am seated on the old, rusting seat of the swing.

Countless faded memories of my childhood flood back into my mind when Harry begins to push me back and forth. I've forgotten what it is like to be a kid ever since I moved away from home a few years ago.

The rekindling of that childlike giddiness began when I met Harry for the first time at Glam Slam. He brought back the smile that hadn't necessarily vanished but was starting to dim.

"Higher, Harry! Higher!" I beg between giggles. He pushes harder until I can't go any higher. I jump off after a few more swings and, of course, fall straight to the ground with a thud. Harry immediately rushes over to me and asks if I am okay.

"I've always wanted to do that," I say with a laugh, "Do you want a turn?"

"I'm good," Harry replies as he offers his hand, "Let's continue our walk through the park before it gets too dark."

We walk hand in hand until we reach the infamous Graffiti Bridge. I've never actually been on it because the cool teenagers usually occupied it. When Harry and I reach the middle of the bridge, we stop to look at the small creek below.

The view is breathtaking, but it's nothing compared to Harry. How did I get so lucky? With the unyielding connection we've already built, I don't think I can remember my life without him. What if he never came into Glam Slam? Would we still have met each other somehow?

Harry breaks my train of thought when he turns me to face him. Before I know it, his lips are on mine and I can't express the sensation pulsating through my body. Harry pulls away after a while, and I miss the warmth instantly.

"How was that?" he timidly asks.

"It was perfect," I reply, "Now kiss me, you fool."

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