Louis: A Short Story

it was hard enough to wait a whole day, and louis really doesn't want to seem creepy, but he can't stop himself when he pulls up to anne's bakery barely two days later. there's something about harry that pulled louis in and simply won't let him go.

he enters the shop with a cheerful expression and his hands in the pocket of his hoodie, "hello harry!" he calls out, a flustered smile spreading across his face when he sees harry.

he's extremly feminine today, a sharp contrast to his attire two days ago.

a skirt shorter than the purple one louis had seen rises just above the middle of harry's shaven and muscular thighs, the whiteness of it correlates perfectly with his light yellow crop top. his hair is in multiple braids, a yellow bow is tied on each individual end,
laughter bubbles out of louis as harry's braids swing, "everything about you is far too cute." he explains as his laughter dies down, a full size grin stretches out on louis' lips when harry bashfully smiles in return.

he smiles.

a deep dimple sets itself into his cheek and his green eyes brighten as they look to louis. before he can bashfully hide his expression louis practically shouts, "i've finally gotten harry to smile!" harry puts his hands on his face, looking away from louis.

"don't do that love." louis laughs some more, taking his hands out of his pockets he lightly grabs harry's wrists. lowering his arms down in order to look at his face again, "perfect." he sighs in contentment.

harry seems surprised at louis' touch, but he doesn't pull away. instead, the smile remains on his face.

and it's probably the worst time to ask, subconsciously louis knows better, but the moment feels too perfect to waste, "harry, would you make me the happiest fool in the world and go on a date with