I Want What You Have - l.s

Chapter 6 - Louis

Louis' convinced his smile has enough power to cure cancer, bring world peace, and solve climate change, all at once. Louis can't believe that he's all his. His dimple is so imperfectly perfect, seriously, it's just not fair how beautiful he is.

Louis grabs him by the waist and pulls him close, nuzzling his face into his shoulder. He can hear him giggling as Louis snuggles impossibly closer to him so that their bodies are completely flush. Louis swears he's never going to let him go. Not that he thinks he could even if he tried.

"Louissss... There's people around and as much as I love the feeling of your skin on mine," He says in a rumbling voice. "I don't think they appreciate the PDA." Even though his words seem like he wants Louis to stop, Louis can practically feel him biting his lip through his smile.

"Who cares? I say we give them a real show." Louis replies, nudging his jaw with his two fingers to turn his head around so that they're facing each other.

Oh my. Louis feels breathless all of a sudden at a full view of him.

He's stunning, and he's all Louis'.

He's leaning in now, Louis can feel his heartbeat speeding up in anticipation. He needs to feel his lips on his own. Louis feels like he's been waiting for this moment his whole life. Now it's finally happening and everything will be right in the world. Just for a moment at least. Louis can't stop smiling as he leans forward towards his face.

Harry's. Harry Edward Styles' face. Hazza.

Harry fists Louis' t-shirt with his left hand, cupping his cheek with the right, from where he still sits on Louis' lap. Louis' arms wrap tighter around Harry's waist so that he's hugging him close as he opens his mouth, giddy to feel Harry. He wants to suck his lips until they're swollen. Kiss along the side of his face, the indent of his dimple to his jaw until he reaches his neck. Suck a love bite so that everyone can see Harry's taken wi-

DA-dada-DA-DUH-DA-DUM!

Of fucking course. Right as it's about to get good, Louis' fucking alarm has to go off. Louis swears his subconscious has it out for him. It's already hard enough watching Harry flirt with other guys and pretend to be okay with it. Louis knows he's doing a pretty shitty job by just avoiding Harry, but it's hard to try and hide his feelings all the time when it's so blatantly obvious that Harry doesn't feel the same way. Yet, Louis' emotions don't seem to give a fuck. Nope, instead it seems like his feelings for Harry seem to actually be getting stronger each day. Now he can't even stop thinking about him while he's unconscious.

DA-dada-DA-DUH-DA-DUM

Right. His stupid fucking alarm. Louis rolls over to turn the sound off coming from his phone, trying to avoid looking at the time. He knows what it's going to say and it's way too damn early, 5:30 AM on a fucking Monday.

If it wasn't for the fact that Louis has to get up to meet Tessa so that they can go for a run before school, Louis would one hundred percent be getting back into bed so that he can keep dreaming about Harry. Dreaming about him seems like that's the closest Louis is ever going to get to having a relationship with the boy. Honestly though, that dream felt so real that Louis wouldn't really mind living out his fantasy of getting to date Harry in his dreams.

After a few more moments of laying in his cosy bed, thinking of how confusing his life managed to get after only the first fucking week of school, Louis finally braves the cold air of his room and gets out of bed. He slinks out from under the covers and forces his heavy limbs into the bathroom to get ready before getting dressed.

Louis still feels half-asleep as he trudges out of the bathroom. His eyelids are half-closed, causing him to take probably twice as long to pull on his running shorts and find a jumper that won't cause him to be too sweaty. As Louis pulls on his socks and starts to lace up his running shoes, his mind drifts back to its new favourite subject: Harry.