He doesn't know how he got here, standing in front if the mirror, leaning on the sink, a finger gently tracing his lips. His lips are rough, chapped from the cold but his fingers soft, however, not as soft as Harry's lips. And Louis gasps as the memory is so clear in his mind, he can almost feel lips press against his own.
The morning he found the note was the day Harry spent on the phone to his sister, trying to be subtle but trying to get as much information about Louis as he could. Gemma wasn't fooled and once Harry had hung up he got a text containing just a number. He knew what it was yet he spent the whole of three days ignoring it. He would pull put his phone, look at the number and his thumb would waver over the call button before he would back out and out his phone away. What was he going to say "Hey it's me, Harry, the one from the party. I can't stop thinking about you." He'd sound like a creep plus he sounds desperate and for all he knew Louis was straight. He's memorised the number by the end of three days and decided against it. Instead he visits the coffee bar in his lunch break. He doesn't know how he hadn't noticed Louis in there before because Louis, even when his face is scrunched up with concentration, is beautiful. Harry sits on a stool and waits for Louis to turn around. The shock is clear on his face when he does and Harry grins.
"I've heard that Hot chocolates in here are extremely good because a certain person makes them." Harry says and Louis smiles.
"You heard right, coming right up Styles." Louis says turning back around to work the machine.
"Louis? Can I have extra cream, mini marsh mallows and chocolate sprinkles." Harry asks.
"You don't want much then?" Louis says sarcastically. He makes sure to add everything Harry had asked for before placing it down in front of him. Harry grins in thanks and Louis leans on the table, watching as Harry takes a sip, getting cream on his nose. Louis raises an eyebrow.
"So?"
"Hmmm.....I've had worse." Harry smiles and Louis hits him with a tea towel.
"I know for a fact that that's the best hot chocolate you've ever had." Louis says and Harry's dimples pop in his cheeks, he adjusts his hair before he speaks.
"Oh yeah? Because I'm sure I've had better." He says cheekily.
Louis pouts before spinning Harry's cup round.
"Let me taste it then." He says before drinking out of the cup.
He puts it down, licking his lips and frowns.
"There's something wrong with you, because that's delicious." Louis says.
"Let me try again." Harry says and takes another sip. He was surprised that Louis drank out of his mug but he doesn't care, he likes Louis.
"Ok you're right, best hot chocolate I've ever tasted." He agrees and Louis smiles.
"Told you." Louis says before standing up straight.
"I've got to get back to work." He says patting Harry on the head. Harry adjusts his hair again before giving Louis a small wave. Louis smiles before turning around.
"Oh and Harry? You've got cream on your nose." He calls over his shoulder. Harry blushes and wipes his nose with his sleeve. Before he leaves he writes his number on a piece of paper and slips in under his empty cup along with some money. Louis texts him later that day.
From Unknown Number
Same time tomorrow?
L xx
To unknown number
Only if you make me hot chocolate with extra cream ;) I'm saving your number, are you a silent "s" kinda Louis or an "ie" Louie?
H xx
From Unknown number
Not making any promises. It's Louis you idiot
L xx
To Louis
Should have known you were a silent "s" type, you make good hot chocolate.
H xx
From Louis
You do talk some shit
L xx
To Louis
Thank you :) see you tomorrow
H xx
It'd been just a year after that first time they met at that party, a year since the note and a year since the first hot chocolate. Harry spent every lunch break with Louis in the coffee bar and they were inseparable, a little weird if you asked the woman that lived next door to Louis, they were too close to be just friends. But that's what they were, friends. Neither questioned their relationship because that was just how it was, there was no boundaries, it was just LouisandHarry and they didn't talk about it. They had been sitting on Harry's bed, facing each other, cross legged, knees touching. Talking about something that Louis had lost concentration on the moment he began to watch Harry's lips. As he talked his tongue peeked out every so often to moisten them and once in a while he would pull his bottom lip between his teeth, thinking about what he was saying. Harry stops talking and when his lips stop Louis looks up to Harry's eyes. A question dances in them and Louis doesn't have the slightest idea of what he had just asked. Harry realises that Louis wasn't listening and looks at him quizzically. Louis gaze was intense, he had a sort of fire behind his eyes. It stops Harry from saying anything and they stay like that for what felt like hours but was only seconds, holding each other's eyes, speaking through them, green looking at blue. Harry licks his lips and It's as if by gravitational force that Louis' head tilts just that little distance and his lips meet Harry's. It doesn't count as a kiss, it's more of a brush of lips, a touch, before Louis pulls back. Louis' eyes are open now staring at the green eyed boy and his chest rises and falls rapidly. His eyes widen and Harry hears the sharp intake of breath. His hands go to his hair and tug frantically. 'It's ok' Harry tells him with his eyes because Louis is scared and Harry knows this because Louis is no good with feelings.
"I don't........I can't..........it's not," And Harry doesn't move because he's scared one tiny movement will cause Louis to shut off. He knows that Louis has never been with a guy before which makes this so much more important. After the war in Louis' head has gone on for a few minutes too long, he breathes out.
"Oh fuck it Harry." And suddenly his lips are pressed against Harry's and Harry grabs Louis holding him close because a kiss has never felt like this before and he does not want it to end. There's a fire between the two of them, a spark and Louis feels it too. Louis' hand grips onto Harry's shoulder as their lips move in sync and Harry lets out a little moan as Louis' other hand tangles in a Harrys hair, pulling it gently at the back of his neck. Before the kiss ends Harry cups one of Louis' cheeks because he needs him to know that this is ok. They pull away for breath, Louis' hands drop into his lap, and his eyes are shining, brighter than ever before and his lips are very red, a little swollen and it takes all of Harry's power not to kiss him again because he doesn't want to scare Louis off. He's still now, looking at Harry with uncertainty. Although he's not moving Harry can tell that inside, his mind is frantic. Harry looks at his hand which is still on Louis' cheek and he moves his thumb gently, feeling the soft skin beneath it. And then Louis is reaching up with his own hand and covering Harry's, leaning into the touch and Harry looks at him with eyes that say 'thank you.' Harry breaks the intense eye contact and smiles, grins, his dimples indenting both cheeks and Louis does the same, his lips tugging upwards at the corners so his teeth are visible. Harry turns his hand and threads his fingers through Louis', bringing their joined hands down to his knee because he so proud of Louis. Louis feels alight, on fire. For once in his life he feels free.
He barely remembers that feeling, the lightness, everything feels so heavy, it aches. He drops his hand from his face and spins away from the mirror. God, he can't do this.
