“Hold on, don’t go in yet,” Niall told Harry as he was just about to open the door to a restaurant. It was a little after seven, almost completely dark outside and Harry was cold and hungry. He turned around to look at the blond boy whose eyes were glued to his phone.
“Why?” Harry asked with a quiet sigh, “I’m hungry.”
“Hold on,” Niall repeated, “I’m waiting for a text and I don’t get service in there.”
“What? Niall, you get service everywhere.”
Niall had ignored Harry, and just as he was putting his phone up to his ear, they heard a voice shout, “Nialler!” The voice was familiar. They both turned around, seeing where the voice had come from. Niall smiled, and Harry felt like he was going to faint.
It was Zayn. Zayn and Louis. Louis. Louis walking towards Harry right now. Harry felt his face get hot as he watched the two walk towards him.
“Oh my God. Niall, you didn’t.”
“Hey, Zayn!” Niall exclaims; Harry watches as they hug, then glancing at Louis.
“Hey,” Harry mutters; that’s the only thing he can think to say. He’s in total shock, and extremely pissed at Niall now.
“Hi,” Louis mumbles back shyly.
“Oh, so, Louis,” Zayn smiles at the older boy, “Meet Harry. Harry, it’s good to meet you finally.”
Finally? “You too, Zayn,” Harry nodded slightly.
“Well, let’s go get food,” Niall opened the door, “I’m starving.”
The boys walked in and got seated, Harry and Louis across from each other. Niall and Zayn were doing tons of chatting while Louis and Harry kept awkwardly looking around, occasionally making eye contact then smiling and looking down nervously.
Niall looked over at Harry, glancing at Louis and then back at Harry as if he was saying, ‘Talk to him, idiot!’ Harry just glared at Niall.
After ordering drinks, Harry finally spoke quietly, “It’s nice to meet you, Louis.”
Louis nodded slowly, “Yeah… You too.”
Harry was trying to think of something to say; something, anything! He wanted so bad to have a comfortable conversation with Louis. He was just so nervous to be there, in front of Louis. They could have planned this. They could have met with just the two of them. It shouldn’t have been like this.
After a few more silent minutes, Harry finally flashes a small smile and asks, “Did you finish filming your video today?”
Louis nods again, bringing his cup of tea to his mouth and sipping slowly.
Harry awkwardly mimics Louis, taking a sip of his drink. “Cool, that’s good. I can’t wait to see it, your videos are always great.”
Louis half smiles.
“Gonna post anymore covers?”
Louis shrugs, “Dunno.”
Harry sighed; everything was going terrible. Louis was barely speaking, barely smiling, mumbling, and Harry was rambling.
Harry was starting to believe things couldn’t get any worse, when Louis stood up, announcing, “I’m going. See ya later.” Now things couldn’t get any worse.
Harry glared at Niall and Zayn; Niall had a guilty look on his face as he whispered, “Sorry.”
Harry sulked through dinner, barely eating and not talking. As soon as he got home, he texted Louis:
Sorry we had to meet like that. I swear Niall thinks he’s cupid, always playing matchmaker. Hope you’re well. xx
Louis didn’t respond.

Notes

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