written on these walls||larry

~9~

"Hi" the voice in the other side of the phone spoke

"Hi Lou I- I wanted to asks you if you can come over later?" Harry asked playing with his rings.

"I- oh for English? Yeah sure I'll be there in an hour" Louis said ready to hung up but then he heard Harry speak again.

"I- yeah actually there is something important that I wanted to tell you"

"Oh, okay see you there" Louis said trying to play it cool when he was actually terrified. He hated when people said that. Why couldn't they just say it now?

He hung up and then quickly changed into black skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. After what seemed like forever, an hour passed by and he found himself waiting in front of Harry's door.

"Hey" Harry opened with a smile.

"Hello" Louis reply smiling too.

He followed Harry as he started walking, closing the door behind them. When they set on the bed, Harry finally started.

"Lou I-" Harry said but then he froze. In that moment, he thought about being rejected, he thought about not seeing him anymore, he thought about Louis hating him, he thought that saying him what he felt would ruin they friendship.

"You what?" Louis wondered.

"I uhm...I- I think I'm gonna go back to Italy, yes to Italy for a while and uhm...I don't know I wanted you to know that" Harry lied.

"Oh, for how long?" Louis asked a bit disappointed because he knew he would've miss the boy, and also because he kinda hoped in something, you know, about them.

"Oh not too much don't worry" he replied lying again. "Should we start English now?"

"Harry" Louis sighed.

Okay let's do it. If he wasn't going to do it. Louis will.

He didn't want to wait anymore. He wanted this boy all for himself and he knew that his cute dimples, his big smile, his gorgeous green eyes and his nice little body were everything a lot of people wanted.

"I don't wanna teach you English, I wanna kiss your lips"

Harry almost choke on air when he heard that. "You what?" He said looking at Louis straight in the eyes.

"I like you Harry, a lot, and I don't want to hide it anymore, I can't just spend time with you and kiss you when we are drunk and then just pretend that nothing happened because I just don't know if I can keep pretending that I-"

He stopped talking as soon as he felt Harry's warm lips on his. This kiss was different, it wasn't hard or hot, it was slow and sweet, it was soft, it was real.

He immediately kissed back, putting his hands on Harry's cheeks making the kiss even more romantic. After a while they had to pull away for air, resting forehead on forehead.

"You talk to much" Harry giggled.

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