•~Chapter 7~•

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(LOUIS)

This must be Harry, right? Yeah. Zayn mentions the curly lad every freaking chance he gets. But now that i look close enough. Every detail Zayn described about his boyfriend is correct. The feminine features, that specific curl on his forehead, well built arms.  Almost like he works out but he's actually never lifted a weight in his life. It even looks as if he does leg work because those thighs are so defined. He's quite big even with that baby face. Every part of him must be big...

l'd be intimidated if he didn't have such a cute, childish look on that adorable face. He'd never hurt a fly and i could tell from the way he sat on the bench, his legs up to his chest, arms wrapped around himself.

Don't get me started on this boy's pink lips, his dimples and are those...green eyes? I couldn't really tell because of the tears streaming down his poor eyes. My heart sank. The child's a sobbing mess and for some reason it made me tear up but at the same time i knew i had to hold myself so i could help him.

I admired him really. That being Harry. Truely, Zayn is a hand full and for Harry to be able to date him, wow.

I knew that's the reason he was sitting here crying because i had seen him run out the house after Zayn's...expedition. Normally i wouldn't get involved until after my cousin calmed down but here i am.

Zayn's my cousin but i know first hand what his condition does to him. It gets frustrating sometimes. Even for me, and i don't even see him every day.

"I don't know how you handle him sometimes...Zayn."

I said this sitting down next to the teary eyed boy. His head finally lifting from inbetween his knees to look at me, but then he broke down again. Gosh, what did i get myself into?

"I-I just wanted to help-i didnt mean to-i-" he said between sobs and hiccups.

My heart was breaking at this point so i just took him into my arms. My fingers almost automatically reaching for his curls. I had to literally bite my bottom lip to keep me from placing a kiss to his forehead. Why was i acting so forward. Harry didn't even know me.

I held onto him for a moment later before i considered letting go because honestly, what was i doing? But then i felt his warm, soft fingers curl at my waistline. My shirt must have come up a bit while i took him in. I didn't mind at all because his warm skin felt so nice. I just squeazed him into the hug more.

"Shh shh. Its okay. I've got you."

I rubs circles on his back with my hand that wasn't tugging gently on his hair. It seemed to be working because ten minutes later i could feel his weight lift off of me and a weak smile folded on his pink lips.

"Im sorry," he said. Well, whispered. I barely even heard him myself.

"For what love?"

Why was i being so nice to him. This isn't me?

"For being such a mess." He looked down to his lap, his fingers curling around the edge of the bench.

"I think you're perfect," i thought.

Oh no.

I didn't think that. I said it out loud to this... stranger. This beautiful, perfect person sitting next to me. This...-Zayn's boyfriend. My cousin's boyfriend. The cousin that almost pushed me through a vending machine for stealing his chocolate. What the hell was i doing? And surely Harry would tell him that i was flirting. Well, was i really even flirting? I was just comforting him. Maybe-

"Really?"

Blue eyes shot to me. Almost pleading for reassurance that he is infact, perfect.

"Yes curly, you're perfect," I told him, laughing a little at how innocent he was being.

He just dropped his head again but i could see that beautiful smile spread across his face. It warmed me. That smile can light up the whole sky. I wanted to see it fully.

So i placed my thumb and index finger on Harry's chin, pulling his face up slightly to look me.

Barely getting the words out i whispered to him "don't hide your face from me angel."

I felt like i've known him for ages. Just how comfortable i was, saying those things to him and touching him. Allowing myself to do this just seemed so oddly comforting.

Now he just stared at me intently, i felt like he could see right through my skin. The tension was there, the eye contact, the heavy breathing.

I looked at Harry's lips and they were parted, light, warm breaths coming from them. They were so pink from all the biting and crying. I just wanted to kiss them till they turned purple.

He didn't move when i moved closer, never breaking eye contact. Our bodies were so close, i could feel his heat. I could see every detail about him i had missed, even in this darkness. I could hear his heart race and no doubt, mine was competing for the finish line.

I leaned in.

He didn't move.

I wanted this so badly and i didn't know why. I wanted him so badly. Just to know how he tastes. How he kisses. Is he dominant? Will he let me do all the work?

My lips grazed his, barely. Electricity gushing through me, i don't even know how im not dead! His soft lips were way too gentle against my chapped ones. I wanted him to fix them for me. I grazed his lips again, pulling back just to see if he was okay. But when green met blue, i knew he wanted this too. Just as deeply and intensely as i did.

I leaned in one last time and i could already taste how sweet he must be. Every part of him. My bottom lip lightly rubbed under his, coating the skin a bit with wetness. I parted his lips with my tongue and finally let my eyes fall closed so i could work this boy's mouth but then...

"Louis, what the hell are you doing?!"

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