kalon l.s

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LOUIS' POV
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harry could not shut up.

the only thing pausing his rants was my lips, i mean i'm not completely mad about it. it's endearing really.

"-then your check bones, baby. you're just... ugh really pretty." he rambled on. harry has been staring at me dreamily for some time now. his leg hiked up on mine as his head lays upon my chest. our bodies molding together in our confession on top of a mess of his duvet.

after my little... outburst in harry's living room, and his mothers... choice of words we decided a nice cuddle will fix our problems for the moment.

"babe, it's like midnight. we should probably get some rest." i laughed.

ping! came from my phone, i ignored it.

"noooo, i have been waiting my whole life for you to utter those three words." he scrunches his eyebrows up in a poor attempt to show anger. when he really just looks like an adorable baby. "let me enjoy this, now lou. i thought you were the hottest guy at school when i moved." he smiles brightly, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

i threw my head back as laughter bubbled up my chest, "sure babe..." i roll my eyes, "you absolutely hated me." i wiped a fake tear from my face as i settled back into harry's embrace.

ping!

he rolls his eyes as a groan releases from his mouth. "that story is for another time like i have told you a million times today, dickhead." he flicks my nipple, the closest thing to him at the moment.

"hey, hey, hey, aren't you supposed to be nice to me now?" i laugh, raising my eyebrows at him jokingly.

he tilts his head at my words, a grin sweeping across his mouth. "why is that?" he asks softly. the green sea of his irises a loving color. a song book to my heart if you want to go all mushy and sappy. i for one, have fallen in love with those mushy and sappy, emerald colored eyes.

i don't hate that i love him anymore.

i hate that it took so fucking long to tell him, i may be the jackass in the situation. i won't be telling him that anytime soon though.

"because you looooove me." i sang into the breezy march air. his window opened a pinch so we can both hear the cars and birds rush by us, living their own lives as ours finally piece together. as i lay here with the love of my life telling each other all our forbidden secrets and hushed confessions. it's all i've ever wanted. someone to hold, someone's shoulder to cry on. he's all i ever wanted. i just a didn't know it until recently.

his smile expands across his face, "yes i do, lou. i love youu." he extends the word, the syllables rhyming together, telling me he loves me with a large smile spread across his face.

i can not believe i fucking told him. i'm very happy that i told him, still can't believe it though. i was scared shitless when i said it. i was just tired of him saying i didn't care about him when i fucking love his dumb ass.

"i love you too." i whisper, the words weaving through the air beautifully just like the smile that graces harry's face as he hears my truthful commitment, the one that we both have been chanting to each other for hours leading into the next day.