"He's so cute." Harry says, putting his elbow on the armrest and putting his chin in his hand. "Isn't he?"
"I mean, sure." Niall says. "If you're in love with him, then yeah, sure."
"I'm not in love with him." Harry says. "He's just so cute."
Niall looks at him. "You're not in love with him?" Harry shakes his head. "Then name one thing that's wrong with him."
"There's nothing wrong with him, Niall!" Harry says. "What's wrong with you!?"
Niall waves a hand. "And there you go."
Harry folds his arms, a frown on his face. "I am not in love with him. He's just my very adorable best friend. Besides, I'm straight."
Niall scoffs. "Okay."
Harry looks at him. "What is that supposed to mean?"
"Well, people don't generally call their best friends cute if they're not in love with them." Niall says. "So I'm pretty sure you're not straight and that you're in love with Louis."
Harry tilts his head and looks at Louis, who's talking to Liam and Zayn. Is he in love with him? Was Niall right? He thinks about Louis for a couple more minutes before he realizes the direction his thoughts were taking. He shakes his head.
"Oh." Harry breathes. "Oh, shit."
"Uh-huh." Niall says.
"Why didn't I notice?" Harry asks. "How did you know and I didn't?"
"I hate to break it to you, Harry, but you're kind of obvious." Niall says.
"Do you think Louis knows?" Harry asks.
"As obvious as you are, he's that oblivious." Niall says. "So no. I do not think so."
Harry bites his lip. "This is not great."
Niall shrugs. "Just tell him."
"Tell him?" Harry says. "Are you insane?! I prefer to let my emotions fester and become an illness, thank you very much."
"That isn't very healthy, Harry." Niall says.
"Yeah, well, neither are you." He says.
"That makes-you know what, nevermind." Niall says. "Just...tell him, alright?"
"Maybe." Harry says.
Niall rolls his eyes. "Fine."
Later, Harry sits on the edge of his bed, thinking. Mostly about Louis, but also just about what Niall said. He runs a frustrated hand through his hair. Why did he have to fall for his best friend? He groans. He hears a knock on the door. He gets up and opens it. It's Louis.
"Louis, what are you doing here?" Harry asks. "It's midnight."
"I thought about waiting til morning," Louis says. "But I just couldn't."
"What is it?" Harry asks.
"I talked to Niall." He says.
Harry turns red. "Wh-what-what did he say?" He asks, leaning against the doorframe, trying to act like he doesn't care at all. Harry looks at him, their eyes meeting and any doubt Harry had flies out of his head. "Oh. You can just ignore him. I was kidding."
"Were you?" Louis asks, tilting his head.
"Yes." Harry breathes, losing his ability to talk louder. "No. Maybe."
"Let's find out, shall we?" Louis says.
He puts a hand on Harry's face and brushes his bottom lip with his thumb. He leans in slowly and his breath hits his face before their lips meet. Harry inhales sharply before kissing him back.
"Yeah." Louis says quietly. "I don't think you were kidding."
Harry looks at him with wide eyes. "Shit."
Louis smiles. "You can't hide things from me. You should know that by now."
"I-I guess so." Harry says.
Louis kisses him again, gently. "Alright. Well, I love you too, if that wasn't obvious at this point."
Harry laughs shyly. "Right."
Louis shakes his head and kisses him, this time, neither of them pull away.
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A/N: Thanks for reading. I love you guys! Nothing to say this time, really. :3
