i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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~ Louis ~

I offer him my hand to help him get up. Just before his hand reaches mine I change my mind. I pull my arm back which makes his shoulders sink back into the snow.

I lay down next to him and start to make a snow angel. I look at the side and see him stare at me without moving. I nod my head as if saying he should make one too.

He blushes but starts making a snow angel too. I look at him in admiration. His brown curls are wet which makes them a shade darker.

I decide I want a better view of the boy so I stand up to look at him from above. He stops his movements and lays still in the snow.

He looks like an actual angel with his emerald eyes widened and tinted lips parted. His skin is pale but he's is blushing which might be my new favorite thing in the world.

I can feel some eyes on us but I chose to ignore it. I offer him my hand again but I don't pull away this time. I feel weirdly calm around him, like I don't need to talk to communicate with him.

When you feel comfortable with silence, you feel comfortable with whoever you share the silence with. It should scare me that I feel comfortable with the boy I just met, but I've always been naive.

He doesn't look comfortable though, and that makes it awkward. But I guess I'm comfortable with the awkward silence.

"Comfortable silence?" I ask.

"It's overrated." He tells me.

"Only awkward people say that." I try to not be mean, I really do, I'm just speaking my mind.

"People need to speak up instead of staying silent just because it's comfortable." He says.

"I'd prefer it if some people wouldn't speak at all and just stay quiet all the time." I only like arguing when I have the last word. It means that I win the debate. It also shows moral superiority.

This should convince your opponent that you are correct. It is particularly important to get the last word where you are in some doubts as to the merits of your case.

Am I talking overly confident like I'm super smart? Yes.

Am I doing that to convince myself that I'm smart? Yes.

His case is good and I actually agree with him, but I'm too stubborn to admit that.

"You're British." He concludes.

"Born and raised in England. I moved to Germany when I was 17." I tell him.

"What's your name?" He asks shyly.

"Louis William Tomlinson." I say with a elegant bow.

"Sounds like a name out of a fairytale." He says softly.

"Maybe I am from a fairytale."

"Which fairytale?" His voice is low and quiet.

"Peter Pan."

"And you'd be Peter Pan?" God, I really love his voice.

"Exactly."

"Why?" He says with curiosity shining in his eyes.

"Always young. No responsibilities. No stress. No war."

"Isn't he in war with the pirates?" He tilts his head which makes him look like a puppy.

"Aren't I in war with you?"

"Yes, but I'm nothing like Captain Hook." He chuckles while looking down.

"You aren't, but you could be one of the pirates. You have an eyepatch."

"But then I'm the enemy." He pouts.

"From Peter's point of view, yes. But I'm your enemy from your point of view."

"You're right."

"I'm always right, Skylights."

"Skylights?" He tilts his head again.

"Skylights is a pirate in Peter Pan."

"You could also just ask for my name, you know?" I notice he is becoming more comfortable and less shy.

"I'm not going to be using it much, but tell me."

"Why aren't you going to be using it much?" He asks. His voice is louder then before and all the tension is gone.

"I already have a nickname."

"You can also just call me by my name, everyone does that." He says.

"I am not everyone, am I?"

He sighs and looks me in my eyes. I give him a quasi-innocent smile. He hides a smile with his hand and says: "Harry Edward Styles."

I think about the name but I decide that 'Skylights' is better.

"Sounds cool but I'm probably gonna forget it." I say.

"Why?" He asks with a frown.

"First names are boring, second names are weird and your surname will change anyway."

His brows go up and rinkels appear on his forehead.

"My surname will change?" He asks.

"Yes. It'll be Tomlinson, duh." I sass.

"You're going to adopt me?"

"I'm going to marry you, Harry."

"I thought you wouldn't call me that."

"I had to, it rhymes."

"Two men can't get married."

(A/n: remember, it's early 1900's)

"They can in fairytales."

~ Harry ~

I can't believe this is actually happening. This is the weirdest person I've ever met.

First, he just stares at me and uses 'comfortable silence' as an excuse. I don't like it when people look at me, it makes me uncomfortable. He seems to like all the attention I give him, though.

But even if I don't like to admit it, he is also the most interesting person I've ever met. He is happy and I feel like he doesn't hide anything from me. Like I can ask him anything and tell him anything. He makes me feel safe and I've never met anyone like him.

But I'm not naive, I'm skeptical and don't trust strangers. It's not that someone has betrayed me to the point where I have trust issues. I just don't like to feel vulnerable because I'm scared someone will hurt me.

I know that at heart I'm really sensitive and if I open up with the wrong person I'll get my heart broken.

He seems like the person who would just trust anyone because he is so positive. I admire that and I'm a little jealous because sometimes I wish I wouldn't shut everyone out.

I haven't really befriended any of the soldiers because I don't feel comfortable enough around them.

I'm just scared that if I open up, and show my sensitive side, someone will hurt me.

I wonder if someone ever hurt Louis.