Harry stood on the balcony of his shared apartment, staring at the dark night sky. The cold of the winter breeze sending shivers down his arms. He didn't know what to do, he was at a lost. The boy just couldn't shake these feelings he was having. For his best mate, Louis. Harry and Louis had lived together for a bit over a year, and where definitely the closest in the band. But he had never thought of him as more than a friend, until these Christmas holidays.
The two boys have spent much more time alone since they haven't been touring. They got along so well that people actually asked them if they where together, and well the fans have already seemed to come to a agreement that they are, with there whole 'Larry Stylinson' conspiracy. Harry always used to shrug it off, not thinking anything of it. Until his feelings started to change.
He found that his heart would skip a beat every time he heard Louis' voice, he started to notice more things about Louis' appearance. Such as how his feathery brown hair always looked adorable no matter how messy, how his mesmerising blue eyes would crinkle when he smiled and how his laugh would make a whole room light up. Harry sighed, resting his head in his hands. 'I can't like Louis!', He thought 'Louis is straight, Louis is straight.' he repeated the phrase over and over in his head, trying to believe it. Harry came to terms with the fact he wasn't straight, but he couldn't bring himself to tell anyone. He was scared of what people might think of him. He was scared of what Louis might think of him...
"Harry?"
His thoughts where interrupted by that angelic voice he knew way to well.
"What the hell are you doing out here? Its 2 am." Louis asked, standing in the doorframe to the balcony, rubbing his eyes. He was wearing grey sweatpants that where hanging low around his waist and no shirt.
"I don't know. Couldn't sleep Lou." Harry said softly. Louis walked over to where Harry was standing, looking out over the usually busy streets of London, now empty.
"It's really pretty out here." Harry said after a few minutes of silence, turning to Louis and cuddling into his chest
"More like fucking cold." Louis said sassily, wrapping his arms around Harry to keep them both warm. Harry chuckled into the crook of his neck. Most people would see this and clearly think they where dating, but this is just how they are with each other, there bond is closer than anyone else Harry knew. He just wished Louis felt the same about him, he wished Louis knew how much he loved him... But he would never feel the same.
All these thoughts hit Harry at once, it was too much for him as he let out a small sob, the tears forming in his eyes slowly running down his cheeks.
"Hazza why are you crying?" Louis said softly. Holding Harry tighter and rubbing his back soothingly.
"I- I just can't deal with this anymore" Harry said, so quietly Louis could barely hear him.
Louis loosened his grip on Harry, lifting his chin up with his fingers, Harry's eyes meeting his.
"Can't deal with what?" Louis asked, still rubbing patterns into Harry's back. Harry looked at him, his usually bright sparkling green eyes now dark with pain and sadness.
"W- With" Harry stuttered. He really wanted to scream it out but the words wouldn't just slip from his mouth. Harry knew he had to tell Louis sooner or later otherwise he would just keep hurting.
"I can't deal with the fact that i'm in love with you!" Harry said quickly, so quickly that his words where near impossible to make out.
Louis' mouth hanged slightly open, frozen in shock. Harry looked down, tears reforming in his eyes. He was so stupid to think Louis would feel the same. Louis cupped his cheek, bringing his eyes up to meet his. Harry looked at Louis, trying to read his expression. Louis bit his lip, stepping in even closer so that there chests where pressed together.
"What was that?" Louis asked, a smile creeping onto his lips.
"I love you Lou" Harry said, with a bit more confidence.
Louis didn't say anything, just smiled, his eyes sparkling in the city lights. Harry looked at him confused. Before he could say anything, Louis caught Harry's lips in a deep kiss. Harry froze, shocked to say the least. Louis Tomlinson was kissing him. Harry was pulled out of his shock by Louis licking his bottom lip, Harry reciprocated the kiss, putting his arms around Louis' neck, running his hand through the older boys feathery hair. Louis had his hands around Harry's waist, pulling him even closer than before. Their lips fit together like they where made to be. Harry completely melted into Louis' arms, feeling overwhelmed by the situation but also the happiest he's been all winter. The kiss was nothing rushed or intense, but soft and filled with love.
Harry pulled away first, their foreheads resting against each other. Louis removed one hand from Harry's waist to play with the curls by the younger boys ear. Harry giggled by his touch, his smile showing his perfect dimples. Louis stared deeply into Harry's eyes, smirking.
"You don't know how long i've waited to do that" Louis said. Harry rested his head on Louis neck, leaving soft kisses on his skin.
"How long?" Harry asked between kisses. Louis kissed the top of Harry's head, playing with the small curls on the back of the boys neck.
"Too long" Louis said simply, hugging Harry as close as possible. Both boys having completely forgotten how cold it was outside. Being engulfed in each others warmth. Harry pulled away from Louis' neck and looked him in the eyes.
"Does this mean you like me?" Harry asked innocently, sounding like a little kid with a crush. Louis laughed at how cute he was being. He pecked his lips softly and rested their foreheads together, looking into his eyes lovingly.
"I love you, Harry"
