(Louis is writing on a whiteboard for all of his "dialogue".)

(Louis pulls the chair out.)

Harry: Wow, what a gentleman.

Louis: I aim to please.

Harry: Hi, nice to see you again!

(They hug over the table.)

Louis: You smell really nice.

Harry: Thank you?

Louis: How was your day?

Harry: Good, good. I was just in some meetings about my album and touring, etc.

Louis: Touring sounds fun! You like being on stage?

Harry: (laughs) There's nothing like it. That feeling of people singing something that you've written. Since I've only started singing recently, I've only got to perform my one song. But it's electrifying.

Louis: You're such an eloquent speaker. :)

Harry: Thank you, thank you. How was your day, then?

Louis: Pretty chill. Went to the doctor to get some remedies for my throat, but they'll take a while to kick in.

(Louis holds up hand to signal that he wants to continue writing after erasing.)

Louis: Spent some time with my dad. Went out to lunch. I'm still totally starving though.

Harry: Want me to call the waiter over?

(Louis nods. Waiter arrives.)

Waiter: Hi, what drinks can I get for you two?

Harry: Lemonade.

(Harry looks over at Louis, who already wrote something down before the waiter came over.)

Louis: What he said.

Harry: You trust me enough to write that? I could've gotten clam juice.

Louis: You like clam juice?

Harry: Definitely not.

Louis: I'm not that picky with drinks. Except for alcohol. I don't want to be getting fucked up tonight, though.

Harry: Tell me more about you. If your hand doesn't cramp.

(The color drains out of Louis' face. He doesn't have a story prepared for his identity.)

Louis: Well, I said I'm going on vacation in a week or so...I'm going to France. Spend a little time with some mates.

Harry: Spring's a nice vacation time. Summer's too hot.

Louis: I agree. But I hate winter. When I'm cold, I turn into a whiny bitch.

Harry: (laughs, covering his mouth) Watermelon's my favorite thing about summer.

Louis: You can eat it in winter, though.

Harry: It's not the same. Wait, you say you hate winter. There's nothing good about it?

Louis: That I've experienced.

Harry: Hallmark Christmas movies and cuddling with hot chocolate?

Louis: Don't judge me...I've never really been in a serious relationship. So I've never done anything like that.

(Harry goes silent, smiling in shock.)

Harry: You're full of surprises, Mr. Austin.

Louis: (smirks) Doesn't mean I'm an idiot. I'm quite romantic when I want to be.

Harry: Prove it.

Louis: Yeah, you want me to pull an engagement ring out, right now?

Harry: I'd cry if you did.

Louis: In shock or happiness?

Harry: Well, you don't have one so we'll never know.

Louis: Hmm, romantic on short notice? I like to prepare grand gestures, I guess. My family says that I get them the best gifts every year.

Harry: For me, that's my big sister. Better at it than me mum. Always knows exactly what I want, even if I don't know.

Louis: Well I can do that. I bet right now you're wanting pasta.

Harry: (laughs loudly) It's an Italian restaurant, Will.

Louis: Well, you can get salad, pizza, etc. But you want pasta, right?

Harry: What kind?

Louis: Linguine.

Harry: (laughs) I hate you.

...

[setting changes to be outside of an apartment building. Louis has insisted on walking harry back to his apartment to make sure he doesn't get mugged or something.]

Harry: Well, you don't have to go. I have wine, up there.

Louis: Cheeky lad, are you?

Harry: We're not fucking, ok?

Louis: Just wine then.

Harry: Promise. Pinky promise me.

(Harry holds his hand out, and smiles at him. Louis seals the pinky promise.)

Louis: Fine. No fucking. But I'm a top, just so you know.

Harry: (blushing) Will!

(they enter an elevator)

Harry: You look like you could be a power bottom.

Louis: Are you looking at my ass, Hazza?

Harry: Yes. And Hazza?

(Louis looks down at his whiteboard, realizing he's spelled Harry's name wrong.)

Louis: (shrugs) Yep.