Can't get you off my mind [Zarry]-English Translation

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Harry's PoV

'He'd been important'

Those words kept thundering in my mind
Louis had been important but what was happening, what i was feeling in that moment, seemed to not give justice to everything we've been through during our relationship.
Everyone since the first moment was able to catch the chemistry between us. Also the fans noticed, even tho we tried to limit our contacts in public to prevent gossips and rumors.
Louis had been my first love in almost every important step of a teenager who starts to find out his identity and tries to afirm it by finding certainties and answers from someone who could be by his side.
He'd been that someone to me.
We'd kissed the first time as a joke, after he showed me pictures of fans who photoshopped our photos and published them online.
They talked about "Larry". They talked about us as one person, and maybe it was actually like that without us noticing.
We shared that first kiss after an interview, some days after X-Factor was over. We were alone in a corner of the tour-bus, as usual.
We used to hole up in the back sits, watching stupid videos online, and then he asked me

"Have you already kissed someone, Harold?"

I still remember how fast my heart started beating for that question. Not that i didn't have suitors so much to let a simple question embarass me; during school-breaks i always used to spend some time with girls of my age, and i noticed the effect i had on them.
They used to blush, trying to put together some words. They moved nervously their strands of hair behind their ears because the red cheeks were another bother besides the embarass of the situation itself. But when they noticed how i payed attention to those details they let those strands fall back down on their face, almost like they wanted to defend themself from my gaze.

They told me several times that my eyes penetrate deeply, and i frequently had to justify myself by saying that i didn't do it on purpose, i simply liked to observe people and study their gestures.

And Louis made me notice that same thing that night.

"Why are you looking at me like that? Did i say something wrong?"

He used a tone full of inoccence and curiosity, and i shook my head smiling, almost expecting him to blush and move his hair from his face too.

And that's exactly what happened.

I looked at the hand  he'd brought to the strand that he was about to move behind his ear.
I realized that that wasn't just a curios question. The one you ask friends to joke and maybe talk about your conquests to claim them.
Louis was asking me because he wanted to know. He needed to know if someone had already taken the honor (that's what he said when we talked about it later in our relationship) to take my first kiss, and so be part of my important memories.
I remember i only shook slightly my head to say no, and raised my shoulders. HE looked at me with shining eyes.
He stayed quite for a little, and pressed his lips before asking me another question.

"Can i do it, Harry? Can i be your first kiss?"

I'd never blushed in that kind of situation. No girl had never been able to make me blush, even if they used to made explicit comments about me without the slightest restrain.
Louis was able to do it because he'd been extremely honest. I could tell that because of his eyes, moving from my lips to my eyes, and because of the fact he let our hands touch and our fringers interwine.

Again, i only nodded.

I'd read a lot of experiences of first kisses on those teenage magazines where they make questionaries to let you find your ideal type of boy.
They talked about steps you had to follow, amount of saliva producted for luck of experience, centrifugal movements that i still don't understand how can be done.