Round 4
ROUND FOUR
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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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