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20. at my limit, bro

"I got you flowers- what the fuck."
Louis' smile drops as Harry opens his front door a few days later.

"I got you flowers as well." He says and closes the door again behind himself, stepping into the hallway. He's holding a bouquet of soft pink flowers and wears a coat as always with brown pants and rainbow Gucci loafers.

Louis sighs. "I can't believe how much time I spent on my appearance today and you're just shitting all over it with your shoes alone." Harry laughs quietly, messing up his curls with his hands. In a majestic way, elegantly. Like a god. Louis needs to distract himself.

"You're not supposed to get me flowers." He says, trying not to drool over Harry Styles.

"Why not?" Said man pouts cutely. "I can buy you flowers when I want to buy you flowers."

"Yes but I pick you up for a date, I bring flowers and you bring a pretty face, that's how it works."

"Not anymore." Harry argues stubbornly.

"And what are we supposed to do now? Walk around with two bouquets now?"

"We'll switch." Harry takes the flowers out of Louis' hands and hands him his own.

"Thank you." Louis says, eventually giving in because it might look ridiculous but it's so fucking cute how Harry smiles right now, sniffing his flowers like a child that Louis really can't say anything against that man.

"So where are you taking me for our first date?" Harry asks, starting to walk over to the elevator.

"I would take you right here-"

"Louis." Harry uses his most warning tone, tilting his head down a little to try to get some authority into the way he looks at Louis.

"Harry." Louis mirrors his exact same tone and facial expression, mocking him and Harry laughs, his dimples showing and the scary facade immediately vanishes.

"Don't give me ideas about elevator sex right now I'm trying to go on a date with you." Harry puts an accusative index finger in Louis' face and that's when it hits Louis.

He's going on a date with Harry.

A date Harry asked for.

Harry wants to date Louis, he wants to use the second chance he got. He wants to make up for it, make Louis happy because he knows this is what Louis wants, what he wanted all along and he is trying to start giving it. It's hard for him, taking steps in the direction that's called relationship but he tries to get there, slowly but steadily. All just for Louis.
And Louis feels like melting, so he quickly grips Harry's bicep and pushes the button of the elevator.

"It's a surprise where we're going." He says while they step into the small space.

"You don't want to tell me?"

"Nope."

"I guess I'll just have to wait about ten minutes until I find out?"

"Yes."

Harry buries his face in his hands, groaning. "How on earth am I going to survive these ten minutes?"

Louis cackles, causing Harry to look up again and smile at him beautifully.
They take the tube to get to Louis' selected destination and emerge from the underground, squinting at the brightness of this mid-afternoon. The snow reflects the white color of the sunless sky and the world looks like it could be a scenery in a Christmas broadway musical.

As they walk through the streets, the snow scrunching beneath their shoes, their hands brush together every now and then and when it happens for the eleventh time, Louis turns his head and sees Harry grinning down at his shoes, pretending not to notice the small touch but smiling guiltily. There's a small blush coating his cheeks that is very obviously not only from the cold.