You, I And Our Little Sunshine || Larry mpreg || Book I [English Translation]

14 - the truth

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[POV Harry]

"W-what ?", I stammer in surprise, looking at Louis with wide eyes.

"I love you.", the Doncaster repeats himself again and gives me a slight smile.

He loves me ? Me?

"But why ?". Confused, I look into the fascinating blue eyes of my counterpart. But he only chuckles at my question and shakes his head, smiling slightly.

"You want to know why I love you ?"

I nod, but immediately shake my head. What I need now is to be alone and think about what has happened, because it hasn't really reached my brain yet that Louis reciprocates my feelings.

"I...I think I want to be alone for now," I murmur and look at him apologetically.

"Okay, I'll be on the balcony if anything comes up," he just replies, a slightly disappointed look in his eyes and turns to walk out.

"We'll talk about it though, won't we ? You're not going to Mathéo or anything...are you?", I hear him ask uncertainly. Even his look reflects his uncertainty.

"Yes, we will. I just need to be alone for a moment."

With that, he disappears onto the balcony, pulling the door behind him, leaving me alone in our room. I take one deep breath before falling backwards onto the bed and staring at the white ceiling of the room.

I just can't believe he loves me. Louis. This is Louis Tomlinson we're talking about, after all. The Louis Tomlinson who could have anyone if he wanted to. Yes, he did. He fell in love with me. A good-for-nothing. Someone who can't do anything, who's loathed by everyone and who has no friends. Apart from Ed. Why me? What do I have that he chose me. I look like everyone else. Nothing special. True, green eyes are a rarity in the world, but that won't be because Louis has feelings for me either. Let's not talk about my hair. It is curly, but most of the time it lies like a bird's net. What's so attractive about that? Unlike some people, I really don't look beautiful.

What about Eleanor? They are together, aren't they ? Of course they are, otherwise Eleanor wouldn't have posted the picture with the caption 'My Love' on Instagram if there was nothing going on between him. But then why did he tell me he loved me ? I don't understand anything anymore. While I'm really happy, which is why my heart is still beating too fast and my whole body is tingling, I just can't stop these thoughts. Maybe I need to talk to someone before I seek the conversation with Louis, because I definitely want to have that.

So I scan my mattress until I grab my mobile and immediately dial my sister's number, because she's the only one who could put me and my thoughts at ease and she's also the only one who knows about Louis and me.

"He loves me," I say as soon as she answers the phone.

"Hello to you too, Harold.", she greets me without responding to my words spoken before.

I roll my eyes in annoyance before greeting her with, "Hi, Gemma." "He loves me," I repeat the words.

"I gathered that." - "Then why don't you answer it?", I mumble into the receiver and hear my sister laugh in response.

"What do you want me to say ? I am happy for you. It's everything you've always wanted."

"Yeah...", I sigh, running my fingers through my curls and puckering my mouth in thought. "But ?", Gemma inquires.