No One's Here to Sleep

It started with a smile. More of a smirk if we're being totally honest. His bright blue eyes were shining in the sunlight, along with his light brown hair that flew whispily in the wind. Harry took in the boy before him, exhaling a long, laborous sigh. Harry watched as the boy twirled with three younger girls in the fall weather. They danced in the leaves that littered the ground with colors of red, orange, and yellow. The boy was dressed in a dark red sweater with dark pants on. Around his neck, a scarf, and on his frindge, a beanie to provide his ears warmth. The girls that were with him were dressed the same just in pinks and purples. The boy with bright blue eyes stopped moving and looked over at Harry. His smile was suddenly replaced with a smirk when he realized Harry had been staring.

And just like that, Harry was gone. The boy turned back to the girls and shortly after, the four of them left, but not without him taking one last look at Harry to make sure he was still looking. And it didn't bother Harry that he'd been caught. He was enjoying the scene before him. The boy's smile made his heart melt. And honestly, that smile got him through the next few weeks until he saw the boy again.

Harry was on his way to the store to pick up a few things for the dinner he was planning for his mother and sister when they came to visit that weekend. His usual route to the store was through the park. It provided a shorter distance to the desired destination and allowed him to enjoy the scenery that the park held.

Halfway through, Harry saw him. Sitting alone on a bench, a notebook in hand, and ear phones on, sat the boy with the bright blue eyes. Harry walked over to the bench and sat down in front of the boy, causing him to jump and rip the headphones out of his ears.

"Are you following me?" the boy asked. Harry shook his head and let the corner of his mouth tug a little. He was gorgeous, absolutely beautiful.

"If I was following you, wouldn't I have shown my face already?" Harry said. The boy closed his notebook and put his pencil in his bag that sat beside him.

"And what am I supposed to think about a boy whom I've never met before, just showing up and invading my personal space?" The boy leaned back on the balls of his hands. Harry reciprocated the action.

"I'm Harry," he said and raised his eyebrows as if waiting for a response. The boy narrowed his eyes and chuckled.

"Louis," the boy said.

"Louis," Harry repeated, and god dammit it sounded better coming out of his mouth. The name just rolled off his tongue in such a manner. And suddenly Louis was opening his notebook again.

"Don't move, okay?" he instructed. Harry nodded with a bit of hesitation. "I usually come here to write. It's pretty wonderful if I'm not bothered," Louis began and peered at him from the top of his book.

"Why here?" Harry asked. Louis shushed him quickly.

"Dont talk until I'm finished or it'll mess me up," Louis said. "Now, as I was saying; sometimes I just come out here and write about what I see. My mum usually says I'm too into the scene I'm writing about that someone could shoot a gun and I wouldn't be fazed. I guess it's a pretty cool thing, writing like I do. I wrote about a couple once. It was two girls. They were so beautiful. I noticed they were walking to a patch of grass a bit farther up the trail. They held hands and occasionally pecked the other on the cheek. Quite loving if I'm being honest.

"And then suddenly, one of the girls stops, bends down on one knee, and pulls out a small velvet box. The other girl, by this point, was just in tears. And then the one kneeling slides the ring onto the other's finger. And then they hug like they hadn't seen each other in years. Clung to each other while crying. I remember watching in awe as I witnissed the most amazingly beautiful proposal I'd ever seen. The story I wrote about them ended up in some magazine south of here. I also met them. Lovely girls. But the story I wrote really changed the way I looked at things. It opened my eyes to things I had never noticed before." Louis finished talking and Harry found it hard to speak.

Not only was he talking to the boy he'd been day dreaming about, but he was also listening to an amazing story from his point of view.

"I want to find love like that someday," Louis whispered. Harry leaned forward and looked Louis directly in the eyes.

"With an attitude like yours, and a beauty that lies behind those eyes of yours, you're bound to find love like that, Louis," Harry replied and stood up from the bench. Louis watched as Harry scribbled down a phone number and then winked at the bright boy. Louis watched as Harry began to walk away from him, leaving nothing but questions in his wake. Questions, and the undeniable want to know this boy.



A week later, Harry was picking Louis up at his small apartment in upstate London. After Louis called, and clumsily asked about going on a, "dinner date, but not a date, but still kind of a date, but it doesn't have to be if you don't want to." Harry, fortunately, stopped Louis before he began talking too much about it. He actually chuckled at the boy's nervous state, before replying in a low tone (it actually made Louis question all reality because a boy's voice can't be that low, especially at the age he was. It also may or may not have caused a slight tightening in his nether regions, but he wasn't about to discuss that with anyone other than himself) "I'll pick you up at 8 on Friday. Text me you adress. Dress nice." And then Louis was a blushing idiot with the sudden urge to relieve himself.


Louis was still scrambling around his apartment, trying to clean up without getting hot and sweaty, and also trying to multitask by getting dressed while not falling and breaking something, when Harry came knocking on the door with an unbeat knock that got Louis' pulse racing. He ran to the door, zipped his pants, and took a deep breath before opening the door. Harry stood in front of him, looking absolutely gorgeous, with his hair styled to one side, and good god black was definitely his color. But honestly, any color would look good on Harry.

"Hi," Louis said with a slight sigh. Harry smiled brightly and looked over Louis, admiring his small frame and lovely curves. "Um, come in; I'm just finishing getting ready," he gestured for Harry to come in, which he did willingly, and closed the door behind him.

"You look nice," Harry said as he sat down on the couch. Louis kept his back towards Harry, trying to fight off the blush that was creeping up his neck. He took a small breath and continued back to his room.

"Well you never told me where you were planning on taking me," he stated while walking down the hallway. Harry chuckled from the living room.

"I was never going to tell you, Louis," Harry replied. Louis grabbed the blue button down shirt from his bed and threw it on as quickly as he could after putting on deodorant.

"And why not? What if I'm vegan or just allergic?" Louis asked as he doused himself in cologne.

"Then I'll take you somewhere else. But in all honesty, I don't think you'll be allergic to what I'm planning for tonight," Harry stated. Louis slipped on some shoes and went back into the living room to find Harry standing in front of the mantel, looking at the framed pictures. "Is this you?" Harry asked, pointing to a photo of a young boy standing with an older woman, smiling like all was right in the world. Louis blushed.

"Unfortunately; my mom insists on it being up because she likes to see my smiling young face when she comes to visit," Louis said. Harry looked at the picture again and smiled at it.

"Your eyes are still beautiful," Harry whispered, turning to Louis. "Well, let's go so we can still make the plans I have after we eat," Harry said, taking Louis' hand and leading him out of his own house. Louis didn't even have the heart to tell him he still had to lock the door. He just hoped no one would break in.


The dinner was perfect, the two never having a moment of awkwardness where there was no conversation. Harry had taken Louis to a Nandos, only because that was probably the most popular place to eat on a Friday night. But still, Harry found a way to make it special. Louis found himself wishing for more time at dinner as they drove to the other plans Harry had. Harry had music going in the car, a band he hadn't heard of before, but still found himself nodding along to the soft base. Ten minutes later, they were arriving at a large building.

"Harry...?"

"Don't ask questions. Just get out and follow me, okay?" Harry said quickly. Louis kept his mouth shut as they walked into the building. That is until he actually saw what Harry had brought him to.

An art museum. Harry brought him to an art museum.

"Oh my god," Louis breathed. Harry stood to the side and watched Louis smile like an idiot.

"They only let me reserve three hours to ourselves before they have to go home," Harry said and checked his watch. "We just have to leave by eleven-" Harry was cut off by Louis quite literally jumping on him with a tight hug around the neck.

"You're amazing," Louis said in Harry's ear. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis' small body and hugged him back just as tightly, breathing in his scent and everything about him. He wanted to remember everything about the boy. He didn't know if he would ever seen Louis again. And it wasn't like he could just stay with him after just one date. But he had to make this night last, however he could.


Harry and Louis stumbled into Louis' apartment at 11:45, lips locked in a heavy kiss, arms clawing at each other's clothes in hopes of getting the other naked first. Louis closed the door to his apartment and was suddenly pushed up against the cool wood. Harry reached down for his legs and Louis jumped, wrapping his pants clad jeans around Harry's waist and crossed his ankles, forbidding Harry to move away from his scorching body.


Louis ran his fingers through Harry's bouncy hair, tugging lightly at places, causing a throaty moan to escape momentarily which drove Louis absolutely mad. Harry couldn't have been aware of what he was doing to the poor boy. This kind of arousal couldn't be legal.

"Off," Louis whispered as he detatached his lips from Harry and began working on Harry's shirt. Harry stood with Louis pushed up against the door, and his hands on either side of his head as he watched Louis unbutton his shirt, taking his time on each silver button. Harry whimpered as Louis' hand lightly touched his chest.

"You're taking too damn long, Louis," Harry said roughly, and ripped his own shirt off, throwing over on the couch. He then turned his attention back to Louis and attacked his neck hungrily with his lips. Louis breathed heavily at the sudden change in pace, and drug his fingers down Harry's back and tightened his legs around the boy's waist.

"Couch, my room, anything but this door," Louis said. Harry stopped his movements and lifted Louis away from the door and walked toward the couch. Harry set Louis down on the back of the couch and kissed him again, exploring his mouth with his tongue while his hands roamed Louis' body.

And then Louis stopped.

"What's wrong?" Harry breathed.

"I don't know if I'm ready to do this," he replied bashfully. Harry smirked and wrapped his bare arms around Louis' middle.

"I'm not either," he said, making Louis giggle. Louis lifted his hands from Harry's hips, up his chest, and snaked them around Harry's neck, playing with the baby hairs that were there.

"Thank god," Louis stated blatantly. Harry laughed and kissed Louis' forehead.

"I better get home. I'll call you tomorrow," Harry said. Louis nodded and the two separated. Before Harry left, he placed a light kiss on Louis' lips before ghosting his fingers over Louis' soft neck. "Do I have to go?" Harry asked with a smile playing on his lips. Louis chuckled and opened the front door.


"Good night, Harry," Louis said. And then he was gone, leaving Louis in a state of pure bliss.

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