Chapter 13
Louis hates London. He really, really does. It might be the smell, the noise, the drunken men who yell at him as he walks home from work but it’s most likely the absolute prick who insists on parking in front of his house every day. Honestly, it’s the most frustrating thing and has forced him to walk to and from work as he can’t get his car into the spot.
After months of this and all of his decreasingly more impolite messages left on the front of his car Louis has reached his limit. He’s just gotten inside after walking home in the rain and he’s really not impressed to say the least. After peeling off his shirt and jeans he pulls on some yoga pants and a warm hoodie, making sweater paws as he grabs his keys and goes outside.
“This will fucking teach them” Louis mutters as he begins scraping his key along the paint work on the side of the car, smirking slightly and jumping when someone clears their throat.
“What are you doing to my car?” a guy asks, folding his arms and raising an eyebrow at Louis who looks startled.
“I was just um adding a personal touch for you” Louis says trailing off and smiling innocently.
“You’re lucky you’re cute kid” the guy says rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he unlocks his car “you must have been the one who’s been leaving me lovely notes” the guy says and Louis nods, picking the paint from between the ridges on his key. He can finally get a good look at the man; he’s tall with curly hair and a few piercings. He’s wearing a worn out band tee which shows off his tattoos and Louis kinda wants to know the story behind each and every one.
“Guilty as charged” Louis hums wiping some rain off his nose with his sleeve “do you wanna come in for a cuppa? It’s as close to an apology as you’re gonna get since you’re the fucking bastard who parks in front of my house everyday”
The guy rolls his eyes again but nods and follows Louis inside, kicking his shoes off by the door and making himself right at home on the sofa while Louis busies himself in the kitchen.
“I’m Harry by the way” the guy – Harry – says as he watches Louis who hums and pulls out two mugs from the dishwasher.
“I’m Louis” he replies as he grabs the tea bags and waits for the kettle to boil “so Harold, why have you been parking outside my house?” Louis asks looking over at him as he hops onto his counter.
“I’ve been babysitting my friend’s daughter and this is the closest parking spot to her house that’s free at midday” he shrugs smiling slightly at the mention of her.
“Cute” Louis chirps swinging his legs back and forth, continuing to watch Harry closely “I have to really think hard but I imagine you’d be a good dad” he says blushing slightly as Harry smirks at him.
“Imagining our future together already doll?” Harry asks chuckling and thanking Louis for his tea when he hands it to him.
“No!” Louis protests blushing and shaking his head quickly “not at all, I still think you’re a bastard for parking in front of my house”
“Maybe we should start with a date instead of marriage and kids” Harry says sipping his tea and raising an eyebrow at Louis over his mug “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at five, if you’re free”
Louis fish mouths for a moment before nodding and continuing to blush as he drinks his tea “Yeah, that’s cool” Louis says trying not to make a big deal out of it though as soon as Harry’s out of his front door half an hour later he squeals loudly and jumps up and down.
The next day Harry comes to pick Louis up at five on the dot in his car, key marks and all. They go for dinner at McDonalds and Louis shouldn’t find it as romantic as he does. After that they walk through the park and make out like teenagers against the side of the band stand before Harry takes him home and they make a date for the next week.
Who knew keying someone’s car could open up this many opportunities. Louis should really look into engaging in more minor criminal acts. Maybe Harry will help him out. Who knows.