The Paper Airplane

Chapter 6

Harry was panting. He didn't know where he is. Everything was dark.

"Hello?" he said, his voice shivering.

"Hi?" someone said. Harry jumped out of surprise.

"Who is that?"

"It's Louis, who is that?"

"Fuck, why are you here?"

"Oh, it's you, Curly, isn't it?"

"Yeah." Louis sighed. As he was walking closer to Harry, everything was getting brighter and brighter. But not too bright so their heads hurt, it was pleasant bright, like the light of sunrises or sunsets.

He was now really close to Harry. That close, that their toes were touching. Harry could smell Louis's scent. It smelled like . . . Home. He's never felt like that before. Even though Louis was in front of him, he didn't feel like Louis hated him. Or that he hated Louis. He smiled for himself.

"Why are you scared?" Louis asked quietly. "I can feel your breath on my neck, you're breathing really heavily."

Harry swallowed. He tried to say something, but his sight was fixed on Louis' lips, that were slowly opening and closing, as he was speaking. Harry didn't understand why he felt the way he did. He doesn't like boys. Not in that way. Yet, his heart beat was never faster.

Louis got closer, putting his right hand on Harry's chest. Harry lowered his head, still scared, and now their noses were touching.

"I'm not going to kiss you," Louis talked slowly. His words were like a burden to Harry's resistance to what he felt.

"Why?" he didn't mean to ask aloud, but he felt like he couldn't keep a thought inside of his mind.

"Because," Louis waited, still really close to Harry. His hand was still on Harry's heart.

"Love is only for the brave, Curly," he whispered. Then he slowly, slightly, touched Harry's lower lip with his upper lip and walked away.

Harry stood, there, in shock. Then he, without thinking, touched the place on his lip where, just a second ago, was Louis' lip and a little smile spread his face.

"Harry! Your alarm has been ringing for ages, I thought you have already woken up!" Gemma said loudly, bringing Harry to reality, where Louis hates him. And he hates Louis. Where having some boy's lips on yours isn't that easy to comprehend. Where he has to face brand new problem in his mind. He might be gay.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm awake," Harry mumbled and sat up.

"Good morning,", Gemma patted him on the back and, without waiting for his answer, went out of his room.

Why did the guy in his dream have to be Louis? Why did Louis have to be the one to make him realize he's maybe gay? Is he really gay? Well, that half - kiss wasn't bad at all. But it was just a dream. Is it just a dream?

Oh, how I wish that was reality.

What?

Nothing.

He forgot about the sentence Louis told him, but, when he looked at himself in the mirror and asked "How are you going to handle this?", a clear picture of Louis, so close to him that he could see his little, almost non existent freckles, showed up in front of him. 

"Love is only for the brave, Curly."

Be brave.

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Niall was on the spot where he is every morning, waiting for Harry, who always walks really slowly to school. He hates going there, so why would he hurry? Niall always makes fun of his "bored walk".