[16.05 p.m, Farm Girl Cafe, Notting Hill]

"Vegan, huh?" Harry eyed the menu board above the counter, pouting as he read today's specials.

"I try," Louis said with a shrug, and Harry eyed him quickly, a smile threatening to break out on his lips.

"Have you decided?" He asked, preparing himself to order. Going over the word avocado-sandwich and ginger tea five times in his head, but still, he felt the sweat breaking out over his back.

"I told you, they've got delicious pancakes," Louis winked and stepped forward in line, "What do you want? I can order for both of us if you grab a table. Upstairs?" He pointed to the loft right above the pay desk.

Harry sighed in relief, "An avocado-sandwich, and ginger tea, no milk, no sugar."

"What kind of brit are you?" Louis joked as he stepped up to the waitress. Harry chuckled as he made his way up the stairs to grab a table. As he hung off his coat he gazed down at Louis. He hadn't expected him to call, not after his embarrassing freak out yesterday, but he did.

He sat down, plucking a strand of hair away from his light beige shirt as Louis got up to the table, "Ginger tea for you, no milk, no sugar," He said, beaming as he placed the cup in front of Harry.

"Thank you," Harry smiled as he looked down at the table, warmth spreading over his cheeks.

"I got to say," Louis said as he sat down, his t-shirt slipping a little to the side, exposing his collarbone, "I'm disappointed you didn't order the pancakes."

Harry's eyes darted up to Louis' face, swallowing hard, "What? Oh, yeah, I'm not a big fan of pancakes. Is that weird?"

Louis widened his eyes, gaping, "Not a fan of pancakes? But a fan of avocado sandwiches? Alright, I'm not going to let this be a problem, but it is a problem."

"Hey, what's wrong with avocado?" Harry said with a deep frown, "They taste good, they're healthy, and they're green?"

"They're like, the trendiest food of all time," Louis said, throwing his head back, "They're in bloody everything! Salads, smoothies, can't even order a chocolate cake without there being avocado in it. They do piss me off- avocados."

"You're an aspiring vegan, but doesn't like avocados?" Harry argued, wiggling his eyebrows.

Louis rolled his eyes, "I'm confident I can manage a vegan lifestyle without the devil's baby food. Because that's what it looks like," he said, clapping his hands against his thighs, right as the waiter came with their orders.

Harry looked down at his plate, "Devil's baby food,..." he whispered, eyeing the green mush covering two slices of toasted bread, "Thank you, Tomlinson, you've destroyed the joy of avocados for me."

Louis laughed as he grabbed a fork, "I'm sure it's very tasty," he said before thanking the waiter who smiled their way.

"What are you drinking?" Harry asked, leaning over the table to get a better look inside of Louis mug.

"A soy-latte, very tasty. Wanna try it?" He said, giving Harry the mug, who eyed it with surprise before carefully taking the mug to his lips.

"Mmm, good!" He said and nodded in approval, giving the mug back to Louis who stretched his hand out, "I would offer you a bite of my sandwich in return, but since you're basically the avocado-grinch,..."

Louis chuckled as he took another bite of his pancake, "You're never gonna let this go now, are you?"

"Nope," Harry said, shoving a large piece of avocado in his mouth, his eyes darting between his plate and Louis still visible collarbone as they ate in silence.

"Did you manage to sleep after I left?" Louis said after a while, sipping on his latte, his hand barely reaching around the mug.

Harry looked up from his plate, met Louis' eyes and then looked down again, "Mhm," he nodded.

"You're a bad liar," Louis stated, shrugging his shoulders as he laid down his fork, looking at Harry with soft eyes, "If it helps, I didn't sleep well either."

Unsure, "What kept you up then?" Harry asked, fiddling with his teaspoon.

He saw Louis hesitate, "Oh, you know, just good old sleeping problems. Been having those for years," he said, shrugging, "What about you? The world kept on spinning inside of an aquarium?"

A short laugh left Harry's mouth, "Sod off, I'm never doing weed again, that's for sure. But no, the world kept a normal pace, just had a lot on my mind,..."

"Yeah?" Louis said and tilted his head to the side, his eyes never leaving Harry's face, "The offer still stands you know," he said, lowering his voice.

Harry frowned, "Wha-."

"If you need someone to talk too," he said and Harry met his warm gaze over the table, "I'm quite a good listener if I'm allowed to say so myself," he added and grabbed his mug.

Louis was making it hard for him not to blurt it all out, those blue eyes that filled him with trust. He wanted to let go, spill all the heart ripping thoughts, all the pain. He stared down at the table, his hand shaking in his lap, cheeks burning, "I-, I'm not used to-," the words got stuck in his throat, piled up. There were so many things he wanted to say, but his chest tied up all of the words as they threatened to escape, "I- goddammit, how hard can it be?" Harry gave out a bitter laugh.

"Hey," Louis reached his hand over the table, but before his thumb reached Harry's he pulled back, "I don't mean to stress you or anything, it's just that I've been getting these-, oh fuck!" he cried out as his hand hit his coffee mug, that tilted over, coffee pouring with speed over the table and down on Harry's pants, "Oh my god," Louis gasped, his northern accent stronger than Harry had ever heard it before.

Louis ducked under the table to eye the damage as Harry sat frozen in shock, "Are those,...?" He stared at Harry's creme white trousers, now covered in brown coffee stains.

"Yes, those are Gucci," Harry said in between clenched lips, "And yes, I saved up for them for three months."

Louis gasped, leaning over the table to grab a handful of napkins, "You're shitting me!" he shook his head, voice shrill, "Tell me you're making this up! Fucking hell," he said, shoving the napkins over Harry who bit back a laugh.

"It's completely true, I'm afraid. But you look so adorable panicking like this that I might let this one go," Harry said, nipping at his bottom lip.

"What are you doing? Don't just sit there. Save them!" Louis yelped, shoving another bunch of napkins over the table, "Oh-," he said, his cheeks turning light pink as Harry's words reached him beyond his panic, "Well, I should probably go throw these away," he said grabbing the pile of napkins, "Anything else you want me to destroy while am at it?" He asked as he moved away from the table.

Harry followed him with his eyes as he walked down the stairs, "Oh I can think of one thing,..." he said, under his breath, blushing as he sensed the warmth in his stomach.

- A/N -

Farmgirl Cafe, Notting Hill is an actual place AND if you ever get the chance to go there I strongly recommend it. Delicious vegan stuff and gluten-free pancakes, and of course, AVOCADO TOAST!

Here's a private picture from when I was there last summer.

Recognize anything from the chapter, ay?