(Larry Stylinson)
"Do you know how proud of I am of you?" Harry asks softly, turning to meet Louis' eyes.
Louis nods, and smiles, "do you know how much I love you?"
Harry grins and opens his mouth to reply, but he freezes and his eyebrows furrow. He turns back to the article and his pointer finger skims the page until he pauses. Louis realizes what he's going back to read, and he has to bite down on his lip to try and stifle his laughter. He was wondering if Harry would notice. He had struggled to keep a straight face during the interview because he had thought maybe the interviewer would recognize what he said and think he was strange. Harry's finger taps the paper.
"Louis," he says suspiciously, "did you seriously just quote Titanic about me in your Vogue interview?" he asks, his voice lilting up with awe.
When Harry looks over at him with wide eyes Louis is grinning, "you mean about how you 'saved me in every way a person can be saved'?" Louis asks coyly, "I wasn't sure if you'd notice."
Harry looks at Louis in complete disbelief, "but you hate that movie."
Louis reaches out and twists the gold band that rests around Harry's ring finger, "but you love it," he says quietly, "and maybe it isn't so unrealistic after all."
"I fucking love you," Harry says, shit eating grin in place as he dives in to attack Louis' lips.
