Finally face to face, longing looks and flustered whispers had lead to this moment, nothing and no one mattered except for them.
Harry, a boy with the mind of a visionary and the willpower of the reckless teenager he was, had a wild and untamed imagination, but nothing could prepare him for anything like this. Restless butterflies in his stomach, feeling his heart beat faster in his chest, presumably the feeling you would get if you kept an orchestra in a box, each note struggling to escape, impossibly building up and racing faster and faster. The feelings of hands on his waist, ever so gently, shaking almost undetectably against his sides, felt like electricity sending shivers up his back with such a small gesture. His head tilted slightly angled down, avoiding the eye contact he knew was inevitable.
Deep breathes; it was like the air was a luxury that was merely gifted to them both, and they couldn't get enough of it.
Getting close to each other so incrementally it felt like the gap between them would be closing for an eternity. A hand raises to Harry's face gently, cupping his cheek. The cold sensation stings against his face, soon eased by the heat coming from his own skin. He finally gets the courage to look up, with a shaky inhale and sighful exhale he adjusts and looks in front of himself. His eyes meet the soft gaze of the other, those eyes, his eyes. Who knew the colour blue could feel so warm? So welcoming? So safe.
The hand never left his face, it was comforting and warm, it wasn't even a gesture with intention, there were no expectations: it just was. A thumb caresses gently against his cheek and rested on his chin. The shaking had stopped, well, not on Harry's part, but a new confidence had been gained with this gesture. Slowly, his head was tilted downward again, led by the hand on his cheek, a soft kiss was placed on his forehead. It lingered ever so slightly, then just like that it was gone.
He walks away, leaving Harry dazed yet thrillingly aware of what just happened. He really is something, isn't he? A hopeless romantic with just enough charm to play it off, a smile that felt like the sun, a beam of light so hesitant to show itself.
He really was something.
Louis really is something.
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Pearls and Sneakers {L.S}
Romance"At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet." -Plato Both juniors in highschool, Harry and Louis have never had the privilege of meeting each other, it's one day when this all changes, that seemingly brings earth off it's axis. He couldn't love an...
