Round 4
ROUND FOUR
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So, um, Harry's a painter. Louis' a model. They were set up by Zayn (a rockstar? hm.) Everything's going swell. Except Harry can't stop staring at Louis
The One Where Harry's Awkward and Louis just Smiles 1/2
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Harry's falling deeper and deeper in love every time Louis opens his mouth.
The other man is smiling and joking and flirting and Harry does not know how to cope with all of this because the last person he had a serious relationship with was a portrait of a woman and that had ended in her being sold to an art gallery in Berlin.
He's just- he was never good with relationships.
"You alright?" Louis asks in that sweet, sweet voice of his, eyes alight with concern, "You're looking a bit out of it."
Harry's eyes widen, "No, no, I'm good, just- you know, thinking. And.. stuff." Harry coughs and blushes but Louis just laughs and takes a sip of his wine, shooting this smile at Harry that unwinds his stomach and makes him feel boneless.
It's just that Louis' far, far too beautiful. He's got eyes the colour of the sea and lips that are thin and pink and lovely. Harry can't stop staring at the way his shoulders fan out, the slimness of his waist, the tan skin on his long throat, the flare of his eyelashes, the curve of his bum.
And what a fantastic bum it was.
Harry's fingers are itching to paint him, but mostly (and this is a feeling Harry has never experienced before) he just wants to hold Louis. He just wants to sidle up against him and never let him go.
Zayn should have warned him. Harry gets terribly attracted to beautiful things.
"You should probably eat some of this bread before I finish it all," Louis says with a quiet smile and a wink, "If I get fat I'm blaming it all on you Styles."
He's in love.
In love.
"Well that wouldn't be very fair," he tries to flirt back, tries to make his smile less awkward and embarrassed and more teasing and sexy.
Louis smirks, "Tell that to my manager when he weighs me tomorrow."
Harry hopes he's kidding because Louis is actually perfect and he would hate it so much if someone was telling him any different.
"This restaurant's beautiful," his blue eyes light up and Harry swallows, "thank you for taking me."
"Well you're beautiful," Harry tries not to sound like a pubescent boy when he says that, and it must work because Louis' cheeks turn a little red, "So, you know, you match."
"You're sweet," Louis smiles and Harry just wants to put him in his pocket and never got anywhere without him ever again.
A waiter wanders by them then and Harry awkwardly stutters out that he'll have the tortellini with portebello mushrooms please while Louis gracefully orders a garden salad and fried chicken.
The man tops their glasses of wine before he goes and Louis takes another sip, making his lips red, "So Harry," he grins and leans forward a bit, "you never told me on Friday. What do you like to listen to?"
That's a very difficult question and Louis laughs at Harry's furrowed brows, "The Hurts are amazing. And I really like Of Montreal. And The Hush Sound. And Ed Sheeran."
Louis' eyes practically glow, "I adore Ed Sheeran! Kiss Me is just the most perfect of tunes. Honestly, just. And The Fray; amazing."
Yes. Harry's most definitely in love.
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"You're perfect," he says and Louis blushes and shakes his head and laughs a little (Harry's heart throbs).
"And you need to stop being so nice," Louis bites his lip and takes a gulp of his wine. "Alright, last question. You can ask it, if you like."
"I can?"
"Yeah, sure. Feeling particularly generous." They both laugh and Harry wants to live in the moment forever.
"Okay," He nods and shakes his hair out of his eyes, "This here's a deal breaker," (to this he's mostly kidding), "You ready?"
"Course," Louis puts on a curious little pout that looks so practiced and Harry's reminded forcefully that he's on a date with a model, how is he on a date with a model.
"Who do you cheer for in football?"
Louis' eyes flutter around the room before they lock deep into Harry's green ones, "Manchester United. And I'm not sorry."
Marry me, is the only thought Harry has then.
It takes him a minute, while suffocating in his love-induced coma, to notice that Louis' eyes have widened and he's frozen.
Oh.
Oh, he said that last bit out loud. Right.
"I mean, er," Harry coughs and his cheeks must be on fire and how is he actually a grownup, he feels like he's fifteen all over again, "When I said that I was-"
"Do you always propose on the second date?" Louis asks, his blue eyes still wide, but with a kind smile on his face.
"No, no, no, of course, it's just," Harry's stumbling hard and looking at Louis isn't helping, "it's just that you're so, you know, beautiful and you're a ManU fan and you like Ed Sheeran and you're funny and smart and I can't - I don't know how to act around you."
He breathes in deep.
"Wow," Louis is grinning so wide he's probably blinding people in Sudan, but Harry doesn't care because the smile does things to his insides, "That's the nicest thing anyone's ever said about me."
"You think that's nice?" Harry doesn't know who's taken over his mouth, "You just wait until we're married." His eyes grow big, "I mean, what- I didn't-"
Louis laughs and tosses his head back, looking at Harry like he was his favourite thing in the world, "How did I get so lucky?"
"Hm?" Harry's been reduced to noises. His body has betrayed him.
"I'm sitting in the most lovely restaurant with the sweetest fiance a person could ask for," Louis winks, smile growing impossibly brighter on his face.
"F-Fiance?" Harry cannot breathe.
"Well," Louis says in a matter-of-fact way, reaching over the table to intertwine his fingers in Harry's frozen, paint splatted one, "We'll have to see how dessert goes."
Yes, thought Harry.
He was definitely in love.
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It has got to be one of my favorite things ever. It was written so beautifully and the way you phrased everything was perfect. You write in that way that I always try to. I just loved it so much.
Wow.
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this left me a giggling mess
glorious xx
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