my phone autocorrected ‘snack’ to ‘anal’
“So you think I should do it,” Louis confirms, turning to watch Niall’s face closely, “You think I should text him?”
Niall rolls his eyes. “What gave it away, me saying ‘you should text him’ 400 times now, or my look of despair?”
“You’re a dick.”
“Better a dick than a coward,” Niall responds, ducking immediately out of the way of a flying pillow, and narrowly missing getting another to the back of his head.
“I’m not a fucking coward,” Louis grouses, leaning back against the cushions again a narrowed look, “I’m just..cautious.”
“Just fucking text him, Lou. Jesus.” Niall picks up the remote again, flicking through the channels. “He’s just a barista not an atomic bomb.”
Louis looks back down at his phone. Niall’s probably right, what’s the worst that could happen? Harry had given him his number, he wouldn’t have done that if he didnt want to hear from him. Right?
Right.
And he’s not a coward, not really, but he is a bit nervous. So before he can back out he takes a deep breath and types out a text quickly, hitting send before even reading it.
It goes through, says delivered in the little bubble underneath and Louis sighs, relieved. That is, until he reads it back to himself.
“Oh my god,” He whispers, panic taking hold. “Oh my god, Oh my god, oh my god.”
Niall glances over, “Sounding fairly religious for someone whose never been inside a church.”
“What have I done?” Louis screeches, startling Niall so soundly he nearly upends his bowl of popcorn. “What did you make me do?”
“Fuck if I know,” Niall yells back, looking at him like he’s lost his mind, “I wish you’d tell me though, so I can figure out if I need to arm myself.”
Louis drags a hand over his face and then waves the phone. “I texted him.”
Niall stares at him, nonplussed, “And?”
“And? This is what’s ‘and’,” Louis shout. He reads from the screen, “ ‘Hey Harry, it’s me Louis from the other day. I know it’s a weird time of day to be asking but I was wondering if you’d be interested in going out for tea and maybe anal’.”
Niall blinks. “Maybe a little more forward than-”
“Snack,” Louis growls, “I typed snack and this stupid thing fucked it up.”
It’s quiet for several seconds. Finally, Niall shurgs, “Potato, Potahto.”
Louis turns the bowl over on his head.
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