Devotion [L. S.]

12

Louis Tomlinson

"So what you just saw was the kitchen", I clarify.

"Oh, so that was the kitchen??", Harry asks ironically, while rolling his eyes.

"Yeah it was", I laugh back at the gorgeous boy with one dimple clearly visible.

"Good to know for next time", Harry chuckles.

I don't fucking know what, but the 'next time' was so cute. He's expecting there to be a next time, the thought just puts a smile on my face.

"So here you have the living room", I smile brightly, while entering the big space.

"Wow, it's beautiful in here", Harry compliments the place.

"Is that a guitar?", Harry asks curiously.

"No, that would be a blender", I answer while trying to keep a straight face.

"Of course it is, you silly goose", I continue while chuckling at Harry.

To my relief he laughs back, while walking towards the couch.

He sits down on it and lifts the guitar very carefully, just like he's lifting an egg. He looks at me with questionable eyes, like he's asking me for permission to touch it. I just nod back from across the room.

Without saying a word he starts to lightly pluck random snares. It obviously doesn't sound very good, but just seeing Harry's face while he's doing it, is gold. I could watch a whole concert filled with the random plucking of snares, just if it's Harry doing it. 

You can clearly notice the look of pure concentration, tongue stuck out of his mouth and eyebrows heavily furrowed. I could've sworn it was just the cutest thing I had ever seen.

"Sounds good", I chuckle at Harry.

He just looks up through his eyebrows, knowing that I'm lying. I start to daydream by the sound of the strings. I look out of the window and see a tiny bluebird build his nest, highly in a tree, safe from everything and everyone else.

That's when I hear his voice. The purest, husky, angelic voice. I immediately shoot my head back.

Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you.

It's beautiful, simply breathtaking, the way he hits his notes, so lightly, but so perfectly. The way he is staring into my soul, like he wants me to fully understand the impact of these lyrics. 

The way he makes me forget this is a song with a melody, he just makes it a story with a taste. If that makes sense in any way. I don't know what the difference is anymore between sound, taste, feeling and smell. It all melts together into Harry's voice.

Shall I stay? Would it be a sin? If I can't help falling in love with you.

I just stand there, staring at him, completely frozen, mouth wide open. This is so different from the time when we were both shouting the lyrics at each other. This was something on a whole different level.