Louis shivers as another gust of wind hits his face. He looks around the empty park, pondering on his choice to show up here in the first place. Maybe this was all just a big joke. Maybe that guy just wanted to mess with him in some idiotic way.

He pulls out his phone and checks the time. Past midnight. He sighs and watches his breath form small puffs before him.

"You showed up," A voice behind him says. Louis turns abruptly and is met with bright green eyes. He had a cigarette between his teeth, a small light in the dark park.

"Uh–yeah," Louis mumbles. The man chuckles and tosses his cigarette to the floor, stepping on it with the heel of his boot.

"Bet you're wondering who I am," The man says before stretching out his hand, "Harry Styles."

"Lou—"

"Louis Tomlinson, I know," Harry says with a glint in his eyes. Louis is downright creeped out. How does he know his name?

"How do you know—"

"I have friends in high places," he says, with a small smile.

"What do you want—"

"You're something of importance to me. You have this aura about you that I can't shake off. I—"

"So you're stalking me because you have a crush on me?"

"Stalking is such a strong word; I like 'watching from afar,'" He says, smiling softly.

"I would call the cops on you if you weren't such a charmer," Louis sneers, sarcastically.

"So you do plan to call the police?" Harry asks.

"Maybe they're already on their way," Louis says. Harry doesn't seem at all fazed at the thought as he clasps his hands behind his back and takes a few steps around the smaller boy, circling him as if he was sizing him up.

"You wouldn't call the police," Harry whispers silently as he continues to walk around Louis, looking like a tiger with its prey.

"How do you know? I could say you robbed the bank. You could be put away for—"

"Do you know who I am, darling?" Harry asks, stopping right behind him, whispering into his ear.

"N–No," Louis manages to say. He could feel Harry's fingers ghosting over his bare arm, the touch barely there but it made him blush nonetheless.

Suddenly, Harry grips his arm and spins him around, making him face him. Louis squeaks, moving his hands to defend himself. Harry didn't do anything, just gripping his arms tightly, green eyes staring into blue.

"I'm the monster under your bed," Harry whispers.

"Well, it's a good thing I don't believe in monsters."

Harry smirks, stepping away from him and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.

"You're a mystery," he says quietly. Louis balls his hands into fists, anyway to stop the tremors.

He waits for Harry to come back, to feel his skin against his. To feel the goosebumps rise on his neck from his breath. But nothing happens.

He turns around and finds Harry leaning against a tree, scrolling through a phone. Through closer inspection, he could see its his phone.

Louis looks down and rummages through the pocket and comes up empty.

"How did you—"

"Pickpocketing is one of my many talents. And so is unlocking it," He retorts with a shrug.

Louis lunges to get his phone back and in an instant he's pushed against the tree, hand curled at an odd angle behind his back. Harry was pressed against him, bending his arm slowly.

"I advise you not to do that again, darling. Not if you want to lose this pretty arm of yours," Harry whispers, breath tickling his neck, causing the hairs to stand on end.

"W–What do you want?"

"Not to hurt you, that's one," Harry steps away again, slipping Louis' phone back into his pocket, nonchalantly.

"To put it simply, I want to get to know you," The taller lad says simply, with a casual shrug of his shoulders.

"After you pointed a gun to my head, I think you've lucked out on getting to know me," Louis quips, rubbing his hurting arm.

"We've gotten off on the wrong foot, but then again, how do two criminals meet with happy beginnings?" Harry asks. Louis ponders on the question and shrugs.

"Well, try–to make a happy beginning, I mean," The smaller boy says. Harry gives him a lopsided grin and moves to a small garden in the park. He picks a small yellow dandelion and moves to Louis. He clears his throat and smiles again.

"Well, Louis Tomlinson, will you do the honor of letting me take you on a date?"

Louis ponders on the question for a moment before smiling softly. He thinks, it's one date.

"Why the hell not," he says and takes the small flower.

Harry's smile widens and he turns around, walking out of the park.

"So you just stand up your first dates?" Louis asks, confused.

"I never said when the date was!" Harry calls back as he settles into a sleek black motorcycle.

"I'll see you soon, darling," Harry says before slipping on a black helmet and revving the engine.

He leaves quickly, leaving a trail of dust and hope in his wake. Louis stands in the park, holding a small yellow dandelion in his hand with a smile on his face and dreams in his heart.

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yo I haven't updated in forever, sorry

but the next chapter will be better :)