Harry sits on the couch in Niall's house, Niall on one side of him and Liam and Zayn on the other. Louis sits in a chair, his arms around a girl. Harry's jaw is set and he refuses to move his eyes off of Louis. He hates the girl. He hates how much Louis seems to love her. He hates her with his entire heart.
Harry has his hands on his knees, squeezing as hard as he can, trying to distract himself from the other pain. The pain in his chest. The pain that makes it nearly impossible to breath. Niall taps his shoulder.
Harry turns to him. "What is it, Niall?" He says, the exhaustion showing in his voice.
"Well, um, you're staring at Louis." Niall says. "And you look like you're about to kill the girl."
"Maybe it's the other way around." Harry says, is eyes still trained on Louis.
"It isn't." Niall says. "What's the deal?"
"There's no deal." Harry says. The girl kisses Louis and Harry slams his hands against the couch and pushes up, running out of the room and out the front door.
He sits on the front steps and buries his head in his hands. He presses his palms against his eyes before he feels a hand on his shoulder. He looks up. Louis.
"Harry..." Louis says softly, sitting down next to him. He puts a hand on his shoulder.
"You don't notice me." Harry says. "You're the only thing I see but you don't notice me."
"Hazza, you think I don't notice you?" Louis says. "You think I don't see you when you look at me? You think that I like kissing her? You think that I don't think about kissing you instead twenty four seven? God, Hazza, you're all I think about. You're the one that doesn't notice how much I fucking love you. I'm in love with you."
Harry looks up from the ground and looks at Louis, their eyes meeting. "B-but you...and the girl..."
"Haz, I have to do that." Louis says. "If I didn't, everyone would know."
Tears start to fall down Harry's face. "You love me?"
"I love you." Louis says.
Louis puts a hand on Harry's face, fingers resting in his hair. He pulls Harry closer, their breath hitting each others faces.
"Kiss me, Harry," Louis breathes.
"But what about-" Harry starts.
"I don't care." Louis whispers. "Just kiss me."
Harry does, closing the gap between them. He presses his lips to Louis's and Louis kisses him back. They kiss each other like it's their lifeline. Like that's the only thing they ever want to do. And it is. When they pull away, Harry presses their foreheads together.
"I love you so much, Lou." Harry murmurs.
"I know." Louis whispers back. "I love you more."
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A/N: Yeah. Nothing to say. Thanks for reading. Love you guys.
