Italics - Louis Tomlinson

"What now? It's freaking two in the morning. Don't go fucking ask some ridiculous question again."

"What?"

"..."

"Harry. You better hang up before I telepathically come over there and kill you."

"Harry."

"Harry?"

"HARRY!"

"Yeah. You were. What's wrong?"

"You don't want to talk about it?"

"It's fine. I was just doing my homework anyway."

"Hmm?"

"You're welcome, So, are you at home now?"

"... you are at Sandell park right now?"

Louis bit his lip. He was hesitating to tell him or not that Sandell Park was just around his block and if he could, he would just go and meet him now. But was he ready? He was really introverted when it came to meeting people he didn't see once. And even though he talked with Harry almost every day for a month and that feelings for him had grown, Louis still felt unsure.

What if Harry judged him? What if Harry never called him after seeing him? What if Harry never liked him back?

Louis' chest constricted at the way Harry's voice sounded. It was filled with pain and content at the same time. He sighed and quietly got out of the bed, putting on his green hoodie.

"I'm glad I picked it up as well."

"I would really be shy I guess?"

Louis smiled, slipping into his black vans.

"You wouldn't know until you meet me, right?"

Louis lightly laughed, walking out his room and trotted downstairs. Since his parents had gone out of town for business, he didn't have to sneak out. 

"Harry?"

"Why are you laughing?"

Louis stopped for a second before slowly opening the door and stepping outside in the cool air and closing the door behind him.

"You do?"

Louis could feel his heart beating so fast that it could burst. He really liked Harry Styles, huh?

"Well, I kind of want to see you too."

Louis smiled as he turned the block and noticed the park lit up with the street lights. He was there. Harry. Louis was finally going to see him. His palms sweated in nervousness and he took small, calculating steps.

"Miracle huh."

"Harry?"

Louis' heart pounded hard against his chest at everything Harry said.

And Louis saw him. Harry was under a street light, his broad back leaning against the post, his pack towards Louis so he could only see his messy chocolate brown curls. His hand was holding the phone against his ears and the other hand in his pocket, playing with the stones underneath his shoes.

This was it. Louis was finally meeting him. This was okay, right? Right. Taking a deep breath, Louis walked towards Harry.

"Then turn around."

Harry creased his eyebrows in confusion and looked at the phone before turning around.

He saw a petite, small boy. His caramel-coloured hair was messily perfect, swept across, his eyes blue as the ocean, eyelashes long that made his eyes look really pretty under the yellowish light. His cute button nose and thin lips perfect for his small face. He was pretty. No, beautiful. And to say Harry was awestruck was an understatement.

"I think it would be best if you close your mouth?" Louis said, sassily but there was a hint of nervousness in the voice.

He recognized Harry's face from one of the games he had come to play in his school. Louis had just forgotten about him until he saw again tonight. Harry was really good-looking, he had to admit it. With messy brown locks that fell over his forehead and curled towards his ears, green eyes that sparkled under the street light, the perfect face and plump lips and that made Louis more nervous and self-conscious.

Harry was speechless.

Louis bit his lip nervously and poked Harry's arm playfully, "Really."

Harry said.

He could not believe that the boy who he talked to almost every night was standing right in front of him, in person.

"Are you just going to stand there gaping like a fish? It's uncomfortable, you know. I left all my dignity at home and came here and yo-"

Louis didn't get to finish his sentence because he was suddenly pulled into strong arms. Harry's arms.

He blushed profusely, his heart hammering hard against his chest. Harry's smell intoxicated his head and it was too good to be true.

, Harry whispered., feeling safe and warm and glad, that someone could do something like this for him.

Louis smiled against his shoulder, and sighed contently, "You're welcome."

# to be continued #

a/n: 

surprise! so they finally met. how was it?

hey silent readers, thank you for being here. all the love. xx