The Light // L.S

Boyfriends?

Harry's P.O.V

After we both took a quick shower, we went downstairs for a lunch. I still couldn't believe that actually happened. I could tell by my aunts face that she had heard us. She didn't say anything, though, just gave me a look when I arrived to kitchen. Me and Louis tried to act normal, talking about my exam and I was trying to remember the names of the bones. I must've sat pretty oddly because my bum was quite sore after Louis' treatment.

Well that was a really awkward dinner.

When we'd finished, we ran back upstairs. We turned Ed Sheeran's album loud on the radio, so my aunt couldn't hear us, again. This time we did study a little. We kept talking about the dinner and my aunts reaction. I really hoped she wouldn't say anything after Louis would go home. Maybe I'll just stay in my room for the rest of the day.

I kept staring at Louis' pretty face while he asked me questions from the biology book. I guess he could feel me staring at him but I didn't want to stop looking.

"What are we?" Louis asked me, staring at the book, blushing cutely.

"I don't know," I really didn't , "are we like, boyfriends? Friends with benefits?" That sounded more like we were whores.

Louis laughed. "Well, will you be my boyfriend then? Friends with benefits sounds, wrong." He glanced at me with his blue eyes. I got lost in them for a second.

"I, yes, I will. Boyfriend." I grinned at him. I took his hand. "I am very lucky to have you, Louis." I softly kissed his warm cheek.

Louis was blushing even more. "I'm the luckiest person in the world to have you, Harold. I don't know what would've happened to me, if I didn't meet you."

"Why?" I asked him curiously. "What was wrong?"

"I'll tell you one day. I don't want to ruin this perfect day." He smiled a bit, leaning into a proper kiss.

He dropped the book to the floor as I pressed my hands to his hot cheeks. I pulled him to lay next to me on the bed and we laid there kissing - I don't even know how long. His lips felt perfect on mine, I never wanted to stop kissing him.

Louis' phone ringing still interrupted us.

Louis sighed, standing up from my bed and walking to his bag next to the door of my room. I couldn't help staring at his perfect bum as he walked. How can a boy have such a nice bum?

"Hello," Louis answered the phone. "Okay, okay I'll be there soon. Yeah bye" He said and hung up, tossing the phone back to his bag.

"It was my mom, she wants me to go home." Louis told me, a disappointed tone in his voice.

"Okay, can I walk you home?" I offered. He had walked here because his mom needed the car.

"Of course, if you want to." Louis looked happier now.

I stood up. "C'mon then." I walked to him and took his small hand. He opened the door and we left my room.

"I'll walk Louis home!" I yelled to aunt, who was watching the telly in the living room.

"Mhmh." She huffed, looking back at us suspiciously.

I handed over Louis' denim jacket, crabbing mine too. He slipped his black Vans on as I slipped on my boots.