Serious Talks. Or not

Louis stared at me the whole time we ate, grinning proudly. I smiled back, just as happy as he was.

When we were done, I picked up the plates and carried them to the sink. I couldn't be bothered to wash them then so I decided to leave it until later.

When I turned around, Louis was standing there, a little too close, smiling evilly.

"What you doing, Tommo?" I asked, even though I had a pretty good idea.

"Oh, I think you already know, Styles," he winked, using my last name. He brought his arms up around my neck, pushing me back slightly so that I was leant against the sink.

I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him closer to me.

He leant his head forward, touching my nose with his. I giggled, and whispered, "You're too cute."

He raised an eyebrow at me, closing the gap between us, kissing me softly. His hands were entwined in my curls, pulling me deeper into the kiss.

I moaned slightly into the back of his mouth, tightening my grip on his waist.

Eventually I pushed him away, breaking the kiss but keeping hold of his waist.

"So, what have you got planned?" I asked quizzically.

"Nothing," he replied. "Open to suggestions."

"Movie?" I suggested.

"Perfect," he smiled. "But put some clothes on." I raised an eyebrow. "I can't sit there with you half naked - the temptation's too much!"

"Well, the feeling's mutual, bro," I chuckled.

Once we were both showered and dressed, we flopped onto opposite ends of the 'L' shaped couch.

"What are we watching then, Harold?" Louis asked me as I slid a DVD into the player.

"The Hangover," I grinned back, pressing 'play'.

About half way through the movie I turned to look at Louis. He wasn't paying attention to me though, he was much too caught up in the movie.

"Lou…" I said, trying to get his attention. "Lou… Louis? Lou… Louis!" I ended up almost shouting.

He turned to me. "Mhmm…"

"I wanted to… um… talk to you about… something," I started. Now I had his full attention.

"Fire away," he smiled weakly.

I took a deep breath and said – "Doyouthinkwe'regoingtofast?"

"Huh?" he chuckled. "Slower, Harry. Maybe in English?"

I steadied my breathing once again. My heart was beating quicker than usual, my head spinning. "Do you think we're maybe going a little bit… too fast?"

"What do you mean?" he asked, his eyebrows knitting together.

He looked hurt. God, I never meant it like that.

"Well… you know…" I sighed. Why am I nervous? "Maybe we could slow things down a bit. I mean, we haven't even been on a first date or anything."

He chuckled lightly. Why is he laughing? "Okay then, young Harold. I shall take you on a date. Now, where would you like to go?"

I was surprised by his sudden turn of moods. One minute; hurt and upset. Next minute; funny little English dude.

I smiled back at him, happy that he wasn't offended by what I had said. "I think I'll leave that to you, Tommo. You're the romantic."

This conversation didn't go exactly how I had wanted it to. Although, I did now have the promise of a first date, it was still a little less serious than I had hoped. I sighed. Nothing with Louis ever is serious. Nor will it ever be, for that matter.

I was just about to start talking again. I wanted to talk to him about things - the band, the publicity, us – but found that he had already turned back to the TV, eyes glued to the screen, as if nothing had happened.

I sighed again.

Why is nothing ever simple when it comes to Louis? Why doesn't he understand that we need to talk things over? I love him, but that's just not enough, is it? We need to work at this if anything is ever going to happen. And he needs to help me.