The Little Things part three
Planning a movie night with Louis was a bad idea. He was way too funny and Harry had way too much fun.
“Are you serious? It was a good movie.” Harry defended.
“Kristin Stewart only went crossed eyed like twenty times.” Louis said.
“It was still a good movie.”
“Yes because every sane person would kiss a dead body.”
“If you loved that person”
“Yeah okay. Necrophilia at its best” Louis retorted.
Louis let his hand dangle by him as he walked. Sometimes it would hit Harry’s hand. Harry wondered if Louis was gay or not. It wouldn’t matter it just confused him sometimes. Soon they were at Louis’ door. Louis was standing there with his back to the door. Harry was standing in front of him a little too close but Louis didn’t mind. He was too busy taking in Harry’s beautiful face. He very much enjoyed Harry’s green eyes staring at him as he stood there quietly.
“So this is your dorm?” Harry asked even though it was obvious.
“Yeah” Louis looked completely out of it as he looked at Harry.
“So I’ll see you later.”
“Yeah. Wow this is kind of like a boy dropping a girl off at her dorm after a date.”
“Well if that was true, I’d want you to invite me in after our amazing date.” Harry smirked.
“What if I’m not that kind of girl?”
“Oh yeah?” Harry stepped closer.
“What if you’re not my type?”
Harry gave his best flirtatious smile. He got closer to Louis until his lips brushed against Louis’ ear. “I’m everyone’s type.”
He walked away from Louis before he could see the blush go up his neck and paint his face in red. He didn’t care because he had a letter to write.
Dear anonymous,
Please don’t stop writing. To be honest you’re the only thing I’m looking forward to. Your letters make me happier than I care to admit.
Harry paused for a second thinking about all the events that had happened the last few weeks. Getting the letters, meeting Louis, and becoming so close with this new guy. He continued writing.
I don’t know what you mean by you’re not what I’m expecting but…I don’t think I care. Just please don’t stop. I like getting long love letters from you even if it means my response looks lacking in comparison. Please write me again.
Sincerely,
Harry.
Harry found he really didn’t care and maybe just maybe Louis was the one dropping letters and maybe Harry didn’t care.
(Source: larryslashfic)
