Louis decided that he and Harry should wait until Friday night to hang out, because Liam was making everyone focus, and practice so hard, even after school. Luckily, Liam gave everyone Friday night off, half because he was tired of most of the people there and half because Zayn begged him to take a break so they could go out on a date.
Harry got to Louis’ flat a little after eight, after Louis begged Niall to leave for a while so he and Harry could have some alone time.
Harry insisted on cooking and Louis was thankful for that because when Louis cooks, he either burns it or undercooks it. Harry cooked for a half hour, and they chatted about the play and how Louis was excited and nervous and didn’t want to let his mum down. Harry assured Louis sweetly that nobody would be disappointed and that made Louis feel better, even though Harry was definitely biased.
Harry and Louis ate, and Louis was shocked because the food was “really fucking good and I wish I could cook like this.” Niall got home at nine thirty, after Louis and Harry finished eating. Louis said that they could go into is room and watch a movie, and Harry tired to hide his excitement but /oh my god they’re going into Louis’ room together!/
“I don’t know if you’ll like any of the movies I have,” Louis explained as he shut the door behind him and sat on his bed, “I just brought some from home.”
“Well, I guess I’ll have to see what you got!” Harry shrugged with a smile, “Where are they?”
“In my bag,” Louis pointed to the black bag on the floor. He watched Harry bend over, grabbing movies from the bag and Louis couldn’t help but admire Harry’s bum.
Harry then sat on the bed, looking through the movies, which he had either never heard of, seen too many times or found them boring. Until, however, he got to one with a label on it. “Louis- Grease?”
Louis’ eyes widened, “Oh god no!”
“You in Grease we have to watch it!”
“Please!” Louis begged, “If you care about me at all- Please no!”
Harry laughed at Louis’ desperation, “Why did you bring this with you?!”
“I didn’t! Lottie probably put it in my bag to tease me. She always says it’s so cheesy that I was in a musical,” Louis tried to snatch the DVD from Harry, but Harry got off the bed before Louis could grab it, and put it in the DVD player.
Louis dramatically covered his face, falling back on the bed, groaning, “Noooo!” When he heard it start.
Harry attempted at covering up his laughter, but a few giggles slipped out of his mouth.
“Please turn it off!” Louis muttered behind his still covered face.
“No way! You’re such a good actor, and your voice is amazing! Not to mention you’re really fucking hot as Danny Zuko.” Harry admitted.
Louis uncovered his face, a small blush appearing on his cheeks. He sat up next to Harry, “What?”
Harry flashed a cheeky grin to Louis, “You heard me, Tomlinson.”
Yeah, he did; Harry called him hot!
“So if I’m hot as Danny, does that mean I’m not hot as Louis?!” Louis fake frowned.
Harry laughed and rolled his eyes, “Oh I did not say that!”
Louis smiled, and laid back again.
Harry looked over his shoulder, wondering if he should lay back, too. Then he wondered if that would be too awkward because they were still just friends.
Louis pretty much read Harry’s mind though, because the next thing he said was, “You can lay too. If you want.”
So, Harry did. And they watched the rest of Grease, with Louis’ commentary, of course. It was close to ten thirty when it was over and even though it was still kind of early, they were both tired.
“I don’t feel like getting up,” Harry yawned.
That made Louis yawn, too, “You can stay here.”
“Really?” Harry was surprised by the offer.
“Sure, why not?”
Harry shrugged, “Alright, but one condition.”
“Uhh, what?”
“We’re going to breakfast tomorrow. And you pay!”
Louis gasped, and was going to say that wasn’t fair, but it definitely was considering Louis blew him off last time. So, Louis agreed, they both put on some of his pajamas (even though Harry usually slept naked, he couldn’t do that tonight) and quickly, they fell asleep.
Louis woke up a little before Harry, and just watched him sleep. Not in the creepy Edward Cullen way, but just kind of watched his chest rise and fall, chuckling when Harry would snore quietly. Harry turned over to face Louis, his green eyes fluttering open to meet blue. They smiled at each other, before Harry said with that cute morning voice, “G’morning, Lou.”
“Morning to you, too. Sleep well?”
“Yeah, actually. Your bed is very comfy.”
Louis giggled, “So, breakfast?”
“Yeah.”
Louis got out of bed and got dressed first, Harry protested because “the best is so warm and comfy!” but Louis dragged him out of bed, made him get ready and then they went to breakfast. They sat in their usual booth, ordered their usual food, and drinks. Some people may think it could get boring to do the same thing every time, but to Harry and Louis it was like a tradition.
While they were waiting for the food, Harry decided it was time to talk. He didn’t know what he was going to say, it was never planned out or anything. So, he just had to wing it.
“So, Louis.”
Louis mocked, “So, Harry.”
Harry smiled, but tried to hide it because he was trying to be at least a little serious. “What… What are we, exactly?”
“Well, Harry,” Louis nonchalantly took a sip of his tea, “We are humans. Not aliens or animals, but humans.”
Harry rolled his eyes at Louis trying to be funny, “You’re a wanker, Lou!” They both laughed, with some nervousness because this conversation was actually happening.
“What do you wanna be?” Louis asked.
“Your boyfriend,” Harry replied truthfully.
Louis took Harry’s hand across the table, “Good. Cause I wanna be your boyfriend, too.”