SPACES [Editing]

The Deepest Cuts

Louis Tomlinson

"You really thought I was going to kiss you, didn't you?" Harry said as he handed me a red velvet cupcake. It was annoying how he was just smiling like he got me all figured out and he was proud of it.

"No, but you're gay, so I just thought..."

"Don't stress yourself. You don't have to explain, you can't lie to me. I saw it in your eyes. I know you can't resist my charms." He wiggled his eyebrows as he took a bite from his vanilla cream cupcake. I didn't reply 'cause I know he will always find a loophole in whatever I will say. He will always win the argument.

He had a little bit of icing on his upper lip, but I pretended not to notice because God knows what's going to happen next if we were in a fucking fan fiction story.

"I love this place," he wiped his mouth, thank god. "I love cupcakes."

I was more than relieved that he didn't drag the kissing issue further.

"I know it's none of my business but--"

"Lou, the moment you asked me to marry you, everything became your business." he said as he took another bite.

"No, I mean, uh, you mentioned that you had to go to a gallery?" I remembered him telling me before we drove to school.

"Ah, yeah. It's an open gallery and there's a lot to see. Wanna check it out?" He asked. I wasn't really a fan of galleries, I don't even know what type of gallery he was talking about. But I decided to just come with him since I wanted to get to know him better.

That, and I really wanted to go to the gallery.

If this was one of his interests, I better go and check it out.

"Sure." I said as I took another bite from my cupcake.

Harry Styles

Thank God I was able to resist the urge to kiss him. Thank God for cupcakes. No, actually the cupcake made it harder for me.

Did I just say I had to resist the urge to kiss him? Because if I did, I fucking lied. I didn't want to kiss him, I was just distracted.

"It's my friend's exhibit," I told him as I drove him to the gallery. "She... paints people. Not on people, on canvas. But with people as subjects." I tried describing it. It was a very general description, but I didn't tell him about the twist yet. I wanted him to figure it out for himself.

He pulled out something that looks like a gadget out from his satchel.

"What's that?" I asked as I heard the device click as if it was being opened.

"This? Oh, it's our video camera." He pressed a button and I heard a girl speaking. She sounded a lot like Hannah.

I've assumed that 'our' means his and hers. Did they really have to share everything?

I glanced at him and then back to the road. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I know he misses her badly and that camera definitely wasn't helping him.

I had to get rid of it.

"Hand it over." I told him.