love forever

take it all in on your stride. it is ticking, falling down. windmill, windmill for the land, is everybody in? zayn javadd | harry edward

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Looking around Louis nodded. “Not bad. For hipster trash.” He joked, a smile very present on his face. It looked like one of those places people made their ‘spot’. It was charming, warm. Louis actually kind of liked it, atmosphere wise anyway. “Do you come here a lot? Or is this where you get Grim’s coffe?”

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Harry lead Louis up to the main counter and leaned against it, looking at the very limited, short menu. “Grimmy actually does like his coffee from here,” he noted, chuckling at Louis’ accuracy.

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“Hmmm, tea.” Louis replied with a smile. “Or coffee that’s more sugar than caffeine.” 

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Harry giggled a little and went to kiss the back of Louis’ hand. “Tea it is,” he said with a proud little smile. “C’mon, it’s over there,” he told him, pointing over the road. Harry dragged him along and within a couple minutes they were inside the toasty, slightly cool looking shop.

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“Sounds delightful.” Louis said witha  smile. Maybe he was faking it a little bit but he wouldn’t be for long. Harry, and Zayn, had become part of his true crew. Some of the few people where he was just him… mostly. “Coffee’s a good idea because I intend on having a very long night.”

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Blushing at Louis’ slight innuendo, Harry clung to his hand and walked slowly with him down the street, in the direction of the coffee shop he knew about. “What’s your favourite kind of coffee?” he asked Louis.

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“I’m a household name, Harry.” A truth that never settled all that well with Louis. “Me and my family and most of the people I know, date, work with, party with, are the main stream.” Louis stated.

It wasn’t meant to sound so harsh. It wasn’t Harry’s fault, it had nothing to do with Harry. It just was, what it was. Despite the many opportunities and various things that were just handed to him, mostly it just felt hollow. 

“I say indie, because I’m due for a break from the mainstream.” Louis said, holding Harry’s hand just a bit tighter. When had he grown comfortable enough around Harry to say something like that?

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Harry shut up then, not really knowing what to say to that. Firstly, he’d never heard of the Tomlinson’s. Secondly, Louis sounded a bit bitter and he had only been joking. He just kind of walked from then, not saying much. 

“Okay...it’s not the nicest place but it’s something,” Harry said, shrugging.

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“I can’t believe you just said chocolate over booze. I don’t even know who you are.” Wait, Louis really didn’t know who Harry was. Maybe Liam had a point with the whole dating thing. Definitely wouldn’t ever admit that to Liam, but Louis would mentally admit that to himself. “This gonna be a Starbucks kind of coffee date or a underground hipster trash kind of coffee date?”

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“Well...I really enjoy Starbucks,” Harry said, biting his lip and looking at Louis. “I know this gross little indie place though, if you don’t want be classed as mainstream though,” he teased.

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“Chocolate is always a crowd pleaser. Or you could just skip the cake altogether and make sure your open bar is stoked twice as much as you originally planned.” Leaning into Harry, Louis smiled.

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“Chocolate over booze, 100%,” Harry argued, waving them both off as he dragged Louis away. “Byeeee,” Barbara sang, waving as they walked out the little cake shop. 

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It had been quite a while since someone offered to take him out on their dime. Honestly, it was rather refreshing, and normally he’d hear nothing of it, but Harry seemed like the kind of person who would feel weird if Louis paid for everything. “If you insist.” Louis replied dramatically.

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Taking Louis’ hand with a smile, he dragged him back inside and towards Niall and Barbara’s table. “Can you two cake eat alone for the next while? We’re going for coffee,” Harry said, bringing Louis close to his side. “I recommend chocolate.”

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“Coffee is definitely a standard, 100%, legitimate date, and it has a ToGo option. Totally counts.” Looking up at Harry, Louis smiled. “I’ll explain the date thing later.”

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Grinning, albeit a bit confusedly, Harry kissed Louis on the nose and hummed. “Let’s do coffee then,” Harry murmured, “My treat?”

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Damn this was going to physically hurt Louis to say. “No, no we can’t. A date has to happen before shagging. It has to be just us or a group date in which Prince Payne is in attendance.” Oh shit, did I tell him about the bet? Should I?

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“A date has to happen?” he asked with a little frown, hands wrapping around Louis’ wait. “Can we just...get a coffee after this?” he asked curiously.

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Snaking his arms around the taller man’s waist, Louis sighed into the kiss. It was honestly really bloody nice. Breaking the kiss, but clasping his hands at the small of Harry’s back to keep him close, Louis smiled. “I’m gonna take you out on a overpriced, but worth it date, and then I’m going to take you home and we’re going to shag.” Louis ended with a nod.

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Harry rolled his eyes and shook his head. “I don’t like overpriced,” he told him, giving him another little kiss just to punctuate that. “Can’t we just...call this a date and skip to the shagging?” he asked with a pout.

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Fighting the urge to roll his eyes, Louis sighed. “Now snog me, so Niall can stop looking at me like I’ve kicked a puppy.”

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Looking back up at Louis, Harry somehow managed a smile, his eyes sparkling again. “Fine but only for Niall, I wouldn’t otherwise because you’re gross,” he teased, backing Louis up against the railing of the little balcony. He touched their lips together and kissed him sweetly.

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“’Course you can flirt with two guys at once. You can flirt with more than that really.” Louis said with lots of hand motions. Not flailing. A Tomlinson never flails. “And if I’d wanted to go for the waiter I would do, but given the present company I’m not all that interested.”

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Harry shrugged and looked at his feet, not sure what else to say on the matter. “Oh well...”

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Taking them to the outside patio area, Louis made sure they were as secluded as possible before speaking. “What the bloody hell was that? And before you pretend to be oblivious, you moved away from me before I could ‘accidentally’ fondle you under the table.” Looking at him sternly he continued. “And for what? Answering y o u r  bloody question?!”

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Harry frowned and looked at Louis like it was obvious. “I moved away because of the answer? If you want to go for the waiter, I’m not going to stand in your way,” he said simply, shrugging as though he misunderstood. “You can’t flirt with two guys at once?” 

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Nope. No. Nah. Hell fucking no. There was no way he was going to sit through the rest of this tasting getting shady double meanings from Niall, and what the bloody hell was going on with Harry.

Standing up he excused himself tugging on Harry shirt. “Come on Harold. We’ll be right back.”

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Harry was chewing on the cake and not really saying much else, staring at the tablecloth when suddenly he was being tugged at. He swallowed to quickly and coughed a little, his throat clamming up. “Ugh,” he got out but he stumbled to his feet and followed after Louis despite that.

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Looking at the waiter as he left he quirked an eyebrow, already knowing what the napkin said, but looking anyway. “It’s a double entendre about what time he gets off and his number for good measure.” For some reason it didn’t seem like the world’s greatest idea to have just disclosed that. Mostly because Niall had been giving him the evil eye. Just because Louis hadn’t acknowledged it didn’t mean he hadn’t seen it. 

Taking a sip, more like a gulp, from his next cocktail, he moved his hand from Harry’s thigh, to turn the plate of cakes. “A selection of fruit cakes. We all know how much I love those.” He said with a shit eating grin.

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Harry just nodded at the news revealed by Louis and he shuffled a bit away, letting Louis’ hand slip from his thigh. “Fruit cakes are tasty,” he agreed, picking one up and shoving it in his mouth, eyes blank again. 

Niall looked at Harry worriedly and then at Louis, squinting at him. “I don’t know...some can be sort of bitter and flaky,” Niall snided, eyes right on Louis. Barbara snorted and laughed into his shoulder.

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Feigning shock, Louis looked at Niall, “I don’t even know what to say to you right now.” Looking over at Barbara, “This is what you’re marrying, the kind of man who can’t appreciate marzipan.”

Laughing, Barbara kissed her fiancee’s cheek, “Yes, but he also rubs my feet without me even asking, and doesn’t get jealous and rarely gets mad, and he’s funny and handsome. A wonderful man my fiancee.” She said, never taking her eyes off of Niall, and rubbing the back of his neck.

“Thanks, babe.” He said giving Barbara a kiss. “Alright next!”

Louis just sipped on his cocktail after Harry, his hand lightly squeezing Harry’s thigh.

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Harry giggled. “And you call us gross, you’re both icky as heck.” He smiled and then his thigh was being squeezed and he looked to Louis, eyes shining with curiosity. “Hmmm,” he hummed out loud. 

The waiter came over again, this time holding a napkin. He set it down in front of Louis and was quick to grab the old tray and lay down the new one. “A selection of fruit cakes with chocolate fondant coatings.” Then he was off, doing that swivelly hip walk again. Harry noticed this time, looking on after the waiter and then to the napkin. “What’s it say?”

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“Can’t promise that Barbie Doll.” Louis said before taking a bite of the cake and almost crying from the pure joy of it. “Holy shit this is amazing, and it just the first of many. I think today might be the happiest day of my life.”

Almost immediately after his declaration, Louis felt a familiar pair of lips on his cheek, and he smiled, and somewhere very deep down, in the depths of Louis locked away soul, he knew that the cake wasn’t even close to the sweetest thing in the bakery.

“You two keep going on like that and it won’t be the cake giving me a cavity.” Barbara said with such a bright smile, Louis could find no sarcastic, pessimistic, obnoxious things to say when Niall leaned over and gave her a kiss.

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“I think today is going to be one of the many happiest days to come,” Harry suggested, licking his fingers and shooting Barbara a little look. He had just kissed a cute boy on the cheek...that’s not that sweet is it? Louis was sweet. 

“I don’t like marzipan,” Niall said, nibbling on the cake and scrunching his face up. “It’s weird...no, not this one, I don’t like.” Harry casually leaned over to take a sip of Louis’ cocktail and made a ‘hmm’ing noise in appreciation.