i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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~ Harry ~

The sun is finally coming up. The night was long, but much different than the others. Two hours ago, people were singing. The singing slowly faded away when everyone got tired of singing the same Christmas songs over and over again. Most people fell asleep but I had to keep watch tonight.

Earlier this night, a German poked his head over the trench. Allen, who was keeping watch, saw him and warned the others.

I saw the boy as well but I didn't say anything, the way his eyes watched over the snow made me stay silent. He didn't look like he was going to try to harm anyone, he was just enjoying the few.

The sun slowly makes her appearance, the soldiers around me start waking up. Perhaps I was just naive, but I thought this would be a happy and calm morning. But this is anything but happy and calm.

The men around me are worried and tense. They are stressed about whether or not there will actually be a truce or not.

"Look!" Williams points all the way left, where we can see people carefully walking. My eyes widen amazement. I haven't been anywhere but in the trenches for weeks.

"Can I have the cloth for a second?" Johnson asks me. I give him the white cloth that was tied around my head; I got a rock in my eye when one of the men threw a snowball at me. The rock is not in my eye anymore, but it hurts when open my eye and it's easier to keep it shut with the cloth on it.

Johnson climbs a few steps on the ladder and pokes his arm up to wave the white cloth.

I can hear the Germans banter, probably about whether or not to trust us. Then we see the Germans do the same. Two white cloths are raised over the trench on the other side of the battlefield.

From both sides men pop their head up. I'm told to aim my rifle at the Germans in case it's a trap. I see the other side do the same. I try to spot the boy I saw last night but I only see rifles.

I'm one of the last men to leave the trench, I guess they are protective of me (because I'm the youngest) so they let me go last.

Both the groups of men are slowly walking to the center of the field. With every step I come closer to the enemies.

Almost everyone is tense and quiet. Almost.

At the right side of the Germans I see a young man dance and he is throwing with snow, saying things in German. He's laughing and an older man is standing near him looking proud and content. Neither of them are tense at all.

"I didn't know you had dimples." Allen tells me. I pull my eyes of the dancing boy that reminds me of a arctic fox.

His words make me realize I was looking fondly enough for my dimples to show. I look at the young men again and I see that he's enthusiastically talking to the older man. I think we'd go along really well if he wasn't German.

I think Allen lost his patience because I kind of ignored him so he hands me the cloth and walks toward the rest of the group, who are a less then a mile in front of me. I see the tension dropped a bit but they are still a little uncomfortable. It looks like they are communicating in a broken English.

I tie the cloth around my head, in front of my eye, again and turn back to the young man. His gaze crosses mine and our eyes meet. The morning dew makes him blurry but I can see his eyes trough the foggy air.

His eyes are very blue and it's almost impossible to look away. But I do, because I want to see the rest of him before it becomes awkward.

His small nose is the cutest thing ever, and he has thin, but red lips. His round shaped eyebrows are the opposite of my sharp eyebrows.

His skin looks flawless and a bit tan. I bet it's even more tan in the summer because in the winter everyone looks pale. He has a blush on his cheeks. His ears and nose are also red from the cold.

His hair is brown and it looks soft. It's messy and it is wet from the snow.

(A/n: I'm sorry I didn't say Louis' hair is "feathery", I just couldn't do it. Can someone explain my why every single fucking fanfic has that? Like L's hair is amazing but the word "feathery" sounds like he is a old man with really thin hair.)

I look back up to his eyes after checking him out and our eyes meet again. He covers his eye with one hand and sticks his tongue out.

I giggle and stick my tong out. I realize he must've seen me checking him out and I blush. I get nervous. Really nervous. I don't know what to do so I just turn around.

I feel like I forgot how to breath. I have asthma so I'm doing my breath excises. After a few seconds I realize this is crazy so I turn around excited but nervous to see the man again.

But when I turn around I don't see him anymore. It's an empty field so he must be in the trench.

I look around and see the men talking at the left side of the field. They're all talking and eating some bread. I even see the older man that was with the mystery boy.

I can't believe I'm actually doing this but my feet started walking toward the trench. I get more anxious every step I take. Not only because we are basically enemies and there are a ton of rifles in that trench, but also because I don't want to embarrass myself again.

Suddenly I'm at the edge of the trench. I look down and mystery boy's head pops up, making me trip back and fall on my back in the snow.

"Oops" I mumble.

Then he towers over me and looks at me making sure I'm okay. I blush under his gaze with doesn't go unnoticed.

"Hi" he says with a bright smile.

(A/n: damn I really did that)