Chapter 6
People can meet their significant others in all sorts of funny ways. Some people may bump into each other in the bathrooms at a concert; others may meet via their shared love for pissing people off on tinder. Louis and Harry, however, had met in a very different way. As many people with access to wifi and a sense of adventure may know, there are many interesting and slightly disturbing websites on the internet. From nugget porn to Obama x Trump smut there are many far reaches that few dare to venture to. Louis was one of those brave souls who travelled to the far reaches of the internet and thus the far reaches of human weirdness. Among the weird blogs and Trojan horses that get horse porn downloaded to your Nan’s computer, there are some hidden gems.
One of these is CorgiOrgy.com. Now, I know what you’re thinking. It is not a porn sight dedicated to the mass production of multiple Corgis having intercourse. Far from it in fact. It’s a rather entertaining, repetitive Corgi animation with irritating music. Exactly what Louis enjoys pissing off his siblings with. Now, you may be wondering why this is at all relevant to how Louis and Harry met but it is completely crucial. Harry was also a key board Indiana Jones and when he found CorgiOrgy.com he had to tweet the creator. That’s where he saw the most adorable profile picture he’s seen in a long time. It’s very rare that Harry see’s someone who sparks his interest as much as this boy did.
He was rather feminine looking with fluffy hair and big blue eyes, pink sweater paws over his hands and he looks to be giggling in the picture. He even had an adorable username, @cupcakesicles, and his screen name was ‘Louis is Lame’. So his name must be Louis. Cute! After deciding that if this guy was legit and not just one of those people who steals pictures of guys off tumblr, he was extremely attractive. Harry sent him a direct message.
Louis almost drops his phone between his legs and into the toilet when his phone vibrates. He’s really not used to getting unexpected messages, Niall never texts him first (lazy bastard). Louis’ eyes widen when he sees the profile picture of the guy who’s messaged him on twitter. @GayCheshire, what the fuck? Louis can’t help but laugh at the guys username and chuckles some more at this screen name ‘Harry the curly gay’. Louis messages back and that’s where it begins.
Days turn into weeks and weeks into months. Louis and Harry became extremely close, sharing everything together and face timing semi – constantly. Louis supposed that meeting was a natural next step however he was completely and utterly shitting himself. Harry had insisted that he would come to Doncaster and Louis’ mum and said that Harry could stay in Louis’ room. It was probably going to be awkward but Louis supposed he was excited. He got himself out of bed and showered, spot shaving his legs before he goes to his room to pick out an outfit. He ends up picking out some leggings and a hoodie he got from the Fray concert he went to for his birthday a few years back. He checks his messages and texts back some friends before Harry messages him saying they’ve just gotten into Doncaster which makes Louis’ tummy fill with butterflies.
Harry arrives about half an hour later and when he knocks on the door Louis about flings it off its hinges, hugging Harry tightly and squeaking as he sends them both flying backwards onto the lawn in front of Louis’ house.
“Hey there” Harry chuckles, hugging Louis back and smiling up at him “it’s nice to see you too”
And wow. Harry is miles more attractive in person. He is all curls and dimples and a deep voice and log legs which just makes Louis forget how to speak for a while. He’s wearing a band tee from some obscure indie band and skinny jeans which look like they’d be uncomfortable as well as these ridiculous worn out boots that Louis has seen so many times over instagram and the artsy pictures Harry sends him.
“Hi” Louis breaths looking down at Harry. Harry’s reaction to Louis is much the same. The boy is much smaller and daintier in person and Harry loves it. He can’t help but notice he’s wearing leggings which drive Harry slightly insane. Harry would have commented on how lovely Louis’ thighs look had he not been dragged to his feet and inside the house, Louis introducing him to everyone and pulling Harry to his room where there’s an air bed that’s been set up by his mum.
“So this is my room” Louis says flopping back on his bed and smiling when Harry joins him.
“It’s cute” Harry hums looking around “so this is kinda weird, huh?” he says chuckling and biting his lip as Louis nods.
“It is, I never thought I’d meet you in person” Louis replies swinging his legs back and forth and smiling over at Harry who smiles back and squeezes Louis’ hand gently
“You’re cuter than I thought” Harry says humming absentmindedly and rubbing his thumb over Louis’ knuckles “so small” he chuckles which makes Louis blush.
“I’m not cute” he whines burying his face in Harry’s neck “you’re cuter than me” he mumbles and Harry makes an offended sound.
“I am not” he says hugging Louis tightly “you’re way cuter than me” he smiles kissing Louis cheek.
They both sit in silence for a few minutes after that before Louis smirks slightly “you missed” he says biting his lip and hoping Harry isn’t utterly disgusted.
“What?” Harry asks blushing and squealing in a rather unmanly fashion as Louis kisses him smack on the lips.
Le fin