Italics - Louis Tomlinson

When Louis woke up the next morning, he found out that Harry was not there beside him. He was kinda sad about it but relieved in a way because he remembered telling that he liked Harry in his sleepy state. Harry didn't reply right away indicating he was asleep and Louis was thankful for that because it would have been too much of an embarrassment for him.

What Louis did find was a note stuck on his dressing mirror.

Red with embarrassment, Louis hid his face in his tiny hands and let out a small squeal, not a manly one obviously. This whole new feeling surging inside him was foreign and weird and new but it gave him so much happiness that he could burst. So, this was it was like to actually like someone. Always busy in studies and lacking the ability to socialize, Louis realized just how big of a part of his life he was missing on. And now that it was Harry, he realized he was grateful it was with him.

After the morning routine, Louis decided it was time to face his mother. She wouldn't mind, he knew, but bringing a boy home, especially when the son is gay and had a non-existent love life, in the middle of the night was a big deal. And he also knew that his mother had questions. A lot of questions.

The ringing of familiar ringtone though, brought a smile on his face as he answered the call.

Harry's cheerful voice made his insides warm and fuzzy.

"Morning!" Louis said, his voice as cheery as Harry's.

Harry asked, a smugness in his voice.

Louis blushed, "Actually, no," he teased. "In fact, he makes me feel the opposite."

Harry fake gasped.

"That's way top corny", Louis scrunched up his nose adorably.

"Shut up", he laughed, "Anyways talk to you later. I have to talk to my mom now."

"Hello?"

"Yes. And commented on her pyjamas."

"Yeah shit."

"I'll see about that."

"Yeah right. I'll call you later. Bye."

Louis disconnected the call without waiting for Harry to finish. A smile broke out on his face nonetheless. He walked out of his room only to bump into his mother who was about to knock on his door.

"Knock knock", his mom said, knocking softly on his head with a smile on her face.

Louis smiled more and scowled playfully, "Mom!"

"Breakfast is ready. C'mon", she said instead, pulling him towards the kitchen. She seemed chirpy this morning, Louis noticed.

"So? What was with the boy last night?" she asked when Louis was seated with a delicious breakfast of pancakes in front of him.

"What boy?" he tried to play it off.

The look his mom gave was enough for him to get down to the real talk. Not like he was going to be able to escape or hide it anyways.

"He just arrived at our place so I had to take him in because he did not bring his car to drive back home", he explained, making sure to leave out the drunk part.

"Is he your boyfriend?"

"N-No. We're just friends."

"Just friends don't come to your house when drunk, Louis", his mom amused.

Louis groaned and looked at his mom with a pout, "I'm sorry, mom. It won't happen again."

"That's not what I meant."

"What... did you mean then?"

"I mean, I would like to meet this friend of yours again. But sober this time."

'Why do you have to meet him? He's not my boyfr-"

"Try to say that again."

"Okay fine. I may like him a tiny weeny bit but that's it. Okay? He's not supposed to know that."

"I will take that secret to my grave. Now invite him for dinner tonight."

"Tonight? Isn't that too soon?"

"Not at all. Now eat your breakfast", his mom chirped and went back to cooking more pancakes.

Now he had to think about how to invite Harry over for dinner.

a/n:

which means... time to think about how louis should invite harry. haha, but i already wrote it. any guesses?