i fell in love in 1914 ~ l.s

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(A/n: DallasLarry28 keeps me up at night so I wrote this pretty late, I kept writing noise as "noice" but just blame her, not me pls)

~ third person ~

Calla and Marie told Louis and Harry to talk about their feelings. It was great advise and things would be better if they had done that. Both of them had feelings for each other but Harry is confused and Louis is trying to protect him.

The night of the party was very hectic, they had danced in their room and they went stargazing (first in their room, and later that night they lay on the grass). The girls from earlier came into their room to give them advice, Louis said some stupid things and Harry took it personal. After the girls left, Harry took a shower to think about things, but it didn't clear up much.

Harry knows he likes Louis, he's only just starting to realise how unfortunate and unfair the situation is. He was unsure about Louis' feelings before, but know he is even more doubtful about the feelings the boy might have for him. Harry cried in the shower because he kept thinking about Louis' words.

There's nothing going on between us, and there never will be.

It hurts to think about it. Harry used to be very skeptical about everything but when it comes to Louis he's been nothing but naive, He doesn't know how he could even think for a second that there could be something between them.

After he got out of the shower he decided to go to bed without talking to Louis, he didn't want to hear him apologise, he just wanted them to be happy but apparently that's too much too ask for. He went straight (a/n: "hEhe DoN't YoU meAn gAY?") to bed.

Harry turned his back towards Louis when he joined him. Louis knew that it meant that Harry didn't want to talk to him, but Louis couldn't help but see his back more as an invitation for Louis to spoon him.

Louis moved closer to Harry and wrapped his arm around Harry while nuzzling his face into the younger boys curls. Harry couldn't pretend like he didn't like it so he leaned into the touch and enjoy the feeling that Louis gave him, even if the feelings weren't mutual.

"I know you don't want to talk but I'm really sorry, I didn't mean a word of it." Louis whispered. Harry tried not to get emotional again, he had already cried enough because of the boy.

After laying there in silence for a while, they both fell asleep under the glow-in-the-dark stars on their ceiling.

~ Louis ~

"Five,
Six,
Seven,
Eight." I whisper. I lay in bed with a curly headed boy using my chest as a pillow. I don't think my chest is comfortable but Harry doesn't seem to mind.

"What are you doing?" I hear him ask with his morning voice. I never liked mornings, but waking up with him is one of my favourite activities.

"Counting stars." I tell him. I like to pretend like the stars on my ceiling are my friends, just like the real stars. I've never slept comfortably without stars, and I never will. I have to count the starts quite often, I don't want to lose one.

"That's pointless." My skeptical Harry says. "You'll never be able to count them all."

"Not the stars on our ceiling. There are 45." I inform him.