They say love can drive you crazy, my dear

five

What have I done? I ask myself in the morning.

I regret that I didn't go to that date. I call Harry, hoping that he will answer his phone. He picks it up so I start jabbering and explaining the whole situation.

"Hey, Louis, stop. It's okay. I'll meet you tonight," he interrupts me in a soft tone.

"At my place?" I whisper, hoping that he doesn't find me indiscreet.

"At your place at eight," he replies and hangs up.

I quickly send Harry my address. I can't stop smiling but I just don't understand why he is being so nice to me or what he sees in me. 

I spend my day cleaning up the mess in my apartment and I order pizza before Harry arrives. I get ready, put on a light blue shirt and elegant pants and Harry knocks on my door a few minutes before eight.

I open it and see him standing in front of me, wearing a white shirt, smiling. He is so beautiful, I can't even take my eyes off him. 

"Come in," I say, still admiring every single detail about him.

"Thank you. So how are you?" Harry asks, still smiling.

"Everything is cool, thank you," I lie. "But about last night-"

"No, Louis, stop. I don't need your explanation. I believe that you didn't come because you had something more important to do, which is okay. I just hope that it won't happen again."

"No, it won't," I stare into his eyes.

"Good," he smiles.

So we sit down and start eating the pepperoni pizza and I pour some red wine into both of our glasses. We talk about our families, dreams, music but Harry suddenly stops and says:

"I am bisexual, actually."

"Alright. And I am gay," I laugh.

"Good to know, Lou," he smiles at me and he blushes.

I can't believe he just called me Lou. Liam calls me Lou all the time but Harry said it in a different way. Full of an unfamiliar emotion. 

We keep on talking and I put on some jazz music. Harry stands up and starts dancing and begging me to join him. I roll my eyes to make him laugh and I stand up and gingerly touch the curly boy's waist. He grabs my hand and we start dancing. Dancing with him makes me forget all my problems and I just live in the moment and enjoy the music. I try to stare at Harry's face while he is laughing without him noticing me. We keep on moving until the song on the radio ends and we sit down again, laughing and fooling around.

"You are beautiful," I say shyly. "You know, you make it quite hard to express my emotions because I blush every single time I look at you."

Harry looks me in my eyes.

"You make me hard," he whispers.

I freeze for a second but then, I throw myself at him and I kiss his lips impatiently. He unbuttons his shirt and I stare at his tattooed chest in surprise. I didn't know he had any tattoos but I don't mind because now, I can't wait to show him mine. 

We take off our clothes and find ourselves on my bed. 

About fifteen minutes later, I rest my head on Harry's sweaty, strong chest. I smile as I think of his body and the past few minutes. And we fall asleep in this position, naked, not caring about anything else in the world but each other.