A.N. I think my last chapter was sort of a flop, so I am trying to redeem myself with this. Sorry! Tell me if this is good/bad
L.T. POV
"Louis, don't you dare leave me like this, when I haven't even told you..."
Told me what?
Why can't I move my hand?
Is he holding my hand??
I mean, I can feel my hand being held, but why can't I move it?
Why can I see only black?
My hand is moved again, towards something small and soft. Harry's lips.
But something is wrong...I feel drops of liquid, pattering onto my hand.
Why can't I open my eyes?
"Please, wake up! I'll never be rude to you again..I promise! Y..you have no idea how bad it felt to yell at you..But..but it's so hard, Louis! It is so hard to be around you!"
*Sobbing*
It's hard to be around you too, love. Especially now, if this is not some sort of dream.
My head feels so heavy...
Three and a half years ago
*Doorbell chimes*
"Just a minute!"
I was making dinner for the first time, or at least trying to. Eleanor was supposed to come over about ten minutes ago, and I was just about to resort to taking her out, when the doorbell rang.
I rushed to the door, an apology on the tip of my tongue, but when I opened the door, all I could do was stare.
I had to at least pretend to be angry. How else was I gonna get him out of here before my emotions take over?
"What the hell do you think you're doing? I think I made it clear, I don't want to see you again".
The hurt on his face was clear. It had been only six months, after all. He looked down, seeming unsure of what to say.
"I, um, I just wanted to know whether I can join you for dinner tonight. I know you hate me and all, but I just can't seem to help it. I was feeling lonely, and of all the people I could go to, my mind always seem to choose you".
My heart melted. It took every ounce of self control I had to restrain myself from taking him in my arms and holding him tight.
"I have no idea why you're acting like this. You could've gone to any of our mate's. But seeing as you're here already, you can join me".
I turned to go back in, biting my lip to stop the tears threatening to fall. As I approached the kitchen, the dilemma I was facing before came rushing back to me: I didn't actually cook any food!
Oh my god. I can't just send Harry back now...and..oh, shit. Eleanor. I glanced at the clock above the pantry. Why was she so late anyway? I pulled out my phone and dialled her number, making sure I was out of Harry's earshot. That boy had suffered enough already. I didn't need him worrying about replacing my apparent gf for dinner.
"Hello?"
"Hey, El, it's me. I think I'm coming down with something, and it's bad. Can we do this another night?"
"Er...do what?"
"Dinner? You...said you'd come over today, right?"
"That was today? Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Louis, but it wasn't on the list for today, and so, I won't get paid for that, and you know how I feel about these things...."
Could she not at least pretend?!
"No, no I get it. It's okay. Bye".
"Bye".
I thanked myself for not preparing the food.
"Hey..can I help you with anything?" Harry had wondered into the kitchen, being careful not to hold eye contact for long. His expression told me he had not heard the phone call.
"Well, I was kinda having a problem with dinner, actually. I was gonna make dinner for...fun", I laughed nervously, "And then I realized I didn't know how to cook. You know, 'cause.."
He nodded.
'Cause he was the one who did all the cooking before.
"Okay, did you have anything on mind?"
"I was thinking something along the lines of chicken and mashed potatoes..."
We spent half the night getting the food prepared. Harry was trying to teach me things, but I kept messing up. It was much more interesting to watch him do it, his long, delicate fingers working through the ingredients, measuring out seasonings with a single glance. We put the chicken in the oven, and waited for the timer.
I savoured every moment of the time we spent in my kitchen that night. Subtle glances, a soft brush of hands while trying to reach something. I needed to remember every detail, to get through the rest of my days with that girl.
I clutched the counter tightly trying to control the anger that hit me as I contemplated these things. I didn't notice Harry observing me until he said, "Hey, are you okay?"
"What? Yeah, yeah, I'm okay".
He was looking at me with such softness in his eyes. I started to list the pros and cons.
Nobody is around right now. They are so far away.
That was all I could come up with.
I slipped off the counter and walked towards him.
"What are you-?"
"Shh, be quiet", I closed in on him, and slowly took his face in mine. I could feel him shiver at my touch, his eyes showing a thousand emotions at once: confusion, happiness, fear,..
Those emerald eyes were looking at me questioningly as I lowered my lips onto his, savouring the moment they touched. The familiar feeling of unconditional love coursed through my veins, and I couldn't control myself. I kissed him hard, letting all my emotions pour into it, and letting my heart get its fill of Harry Styles that it was deprived of for six months.
I broke away, leaning my forehead against his, letting my eyes stay closed.
"Promise me something?"
"What?", he whispered, sounding ready to bear the weight of the entire world.
"Promise me, that whatever happens", I took a shaky breath, "you'll keep it in your mind that I love you".
I opened my eyes slowly, to find him staring at me in disbelief.
"You..what?"
"You want me to repeat it again?"
He nodded, eyes wide with fear that my response will not be what he expected.
I smiled slightly.
"I love you, Hazza", my voice was a low whisper, "I always have before you even knew me properly, and I want you to promise me that you won't forget that, no matter what happens".
His hand came up to my face, stroking my cheek softly. My eyes fluttered close, my skin prickling with electricity at his touch.
He moved closer so our lips were only an inch apart.
I could taste his sweet breath as he whispered, "I love you too, Lou. And believe me, I will never, ever forget what you just said. I've been waiting to hear it for so long".
I smiled as his lips covered mine, and we travelled to our own world, lips moving to rhythm, the kiss deepening with every passing moment.
'DING!'
"The oven!", we said at once, then broke down in a fit of giggles. I was still high when we had dinner, which turned out to be okay, considering I was the one cooking most of it.
"I am actually impressed Lou, you're a fast learner".
"I had the best teacher, didn't I?" A beautiful smile lit up his face, and I tucked that image away safely with all other sweet memories featuring the love of my life. I was smiling and laughing all the way through our dinner of chicken, stuffed with mozzarella, wrapped in parma ham with home made mashed potatoes.
I have loved you since we were 18...
Long before we both thought the same thing..
To be loved and to be in love..