Harry waves back shyly and looks away, toeing his boots along the hardwood floor. He’s 31 and a boy is making him nervous. He scrunches up his eyebrows and scoffs.
He’s 31. And there’s a boy. Screw it.
He’s not entirely sure the best way to attract the attention of an adult at a gathering of teenagers. The DJ switches the song to one he loves, an upbeat number about living life to the fullest or something endearingly cliche like that. So he doesn’t really think his next action through. He dances.
[harry and louis meet at their daughters’ valentine’s day dance]
If this were a fairytale, maybe even a Young Adult novel or a chick flick, this would be the moment where Louis would stare right into his soul and whisper, “You. It’s you, Harry,” before pulling him in for a kiss right there and then in the middle of the sidewalk. They’d confess their never-ending love for each other then hold hands for the rest of the walk home, and then they’d go to uni together and become the ultimate power couple of their campus. They’d start a family together a few years after they graduate, find a large house somewhere nice and preferably warm, get two pet dogs and five cats, and then adopt enough children to start a football team. If only men could get pregnant as well, Harry thinks wistfully. He’d love to carry Louis’ babies given the chance.
But. This isn’t a fairytale, nor is it a movie based off the latest YA bestseller. This is real life.
(harry is in love with love, volunteers to hand out valentine gifts for a week, and somehow becomes the football captain’s secret admirer.)
It’s already been clarified that Louis is a lot of things: he’s an idiot, he’s prideful, he’s a masochist, and he never does anything half way. So it’s the conglomeration of these stunning attributes that leads him to his final, half hellbent, half self-pitying decision. Because Louis is one final thing, above all else.
Louis Tomlinson is a stubborn motherfucker.
The Valentine’s Day AU where Louis gets stood up for his date and, instead of going home, ends up eating an entire five course meal by himself out of spite (and not at all because his waiter’s cute as hell.)
One shot | 8,448 words | Fic published March 28, 2016
Review - 9 out of 10 Larry Thumbs!!!
Awww cute cute cute!!
Even the terrible texts from Louis would-be Valentine’s date can’t stop the adorableness of this fic. Louis and Harry separately decide to have fun with what they see as a shitty situation, and their awkward and often silly interactions are an absolute delight. Cute Waiter and Leather Jacket Boy are clearly meant to be!
Read this fic when you want flirty Louis and Harry to make you smile, but make sure your belly’s full - the delicious food in this fic is bound to make you reach for the snacks.