Louis and his four boyfriends {a short story}

September 12

Today something magical happened. I don't even know how to describe the feeling.

It could have been more magical, but yeah whatever happened, made my breath hitch, and the world spin, and butterflies to erupt in my stomach.

When we were at the lockers in the morning, I saw in my locker that all my books were at home, so Harry had to take all of his. We share little things like this. We are very generous to each other.

And. Oh My Fucking God. The books were heavy and he couldn't carry them all. I even offered to carry half of them, but being the gentleman he is, he denied. And he lost his balance.

HE FELL ON TOP OF ME.

OUR FACES WERE SO CLOSE.

WE BOTH WEREN'T BREATHING.

WE ALMOST KISSED.

HIS EYES FLICKERED TO MY LIPS, AND MY EYES TO HIS LIPS.

And fucking butterflies erupted in my stomach. No one has ever made me feel this way. No one at all.

I hope this turns out as I am expecting it to.

But the fucking bell had to ring. God dammit. See this is why I hate school.

But, I was all giddy for the rest of the day. And you know what my beloved diary? He was too.