I Want What You Have - l.s

Chapter 19 - Harry

***little smut warning.

Harry buries his face in the crook of Louis' neck so that no one can spot the tears in his eyes. He's still at a complete loss for words. Never in a million years would Harry have predicted that Louis would get up on stage to basically serenade his love for him and come out in front of the whole school... He's clutching Louis so tightly that he'd be worried Louis might be struggling to breathe, if it wasn't for the fact that Louis is hugging Harry just as tightly.

He knows they're thinking the same thing, that they never want to know the feeling of not having the other in their arms ever again. If Harry's head wasn't already so consumed with the emotions over finally having Louis back in his life, he's pretty sure it would be exploding with the realisation that he can finally hold and kiss Louis in front of everyone.

He takes a deep breath, breathing in Louis' scent before looking back up into his stunning, cerulean blue eyes that are also shining with tears. Harry can't imagine how crazy they must look right now and releases a half-laugh/half-sob out. Louis responds by wiping away a tear that escaped down his cheek, careful not to ruin the eyeliner that Harry had so meticulously applied earlier.

"They're staring, love." Louis says, under his breath so that only Harry can hear.

"What?" Harry's so caught up in Louis right now, he can't really comprehend anything else.

Louis widens his eyes, tilting his head ever so slightly to motion to the rest of the crowd that is, in fact, staring at them. That is, until one person starts clapping and all of a sudden the room has erupted into a thunderous applause complete with whoops and cheers. Most probably coming from their friends as they obnoxiously cheer and jump around.

Louis hides his face in Harry's chest in response to all the attention, while Harry simply laughs and holds him closer. The fluttering of Harry's heart due to the close contact with Louis combined with the crowd's cheering encourages Harry to lift a hand, motioning to the crowd to keep up their acclamation.

Louis looks up at Harry, his eyes wide, as he silently begs him to make it stop. Louis has never been one for attention which Harry can respect. He smiles and leads them away from the center of the crowd and closer to where their friends are circled up, never letting go of Louis' hand.

They haven't even reached their friends before Harry feels someone bear-hugging him from behind, more hands coming up to pile on top of them. Harry wraps his arms around Louis so that his back is pressed against Harry's chest. He loves his friends and how open they're being with their support, but not even they are going to get him to detach from Louis yet.

"Oh, thank god you two are finally together! Harry has not been singing the same for weeks and I was really getting tired of being the only hype man in the band." Ashton confesses, a dopey smile on his face.

Calum smacks him.

"Owww." Ashton whines, rubbing his arm and pouting at Calum who only rolls his eyes in response.

"You deserved it, Ash." Michael says. Ashton scrunches his face at Calum but turns back to the group all the same. "Now boys, let's make this the best show we've ever played."

"Yeah, I want you all soaked in sweat by the end. Even if it is just the sweat flinging off of Ashton." Luke adds, his smile growing wider.

"Heyyy, what is this? Everyone attack Ashton night? You know I could tear you all to pieces with my sass." Ashton counters.

Louis is still in Harry's arms and Harry really doesn't want to ever let go. "Don't touch my Hazza, Ashton, or I will return every bit of that sass and you know I could." Louis replies, raising his eyebrows, daring Ashton to argue.