youve really messed up.
two weeks ago, you kissed your best friend. you kissed him, and you didnt even know why.
you looked up at the sky from the balcony. hearing the door open behind you, you turned around. louis stood next to you and followed your gaze.
" really pretty tonight, " he stated.
you hummed in response. you took a quick glance at him, noticing his eyes sparkling from the stars and the moonlight reflecting on his face.
was he always this pretty to you?
" why arent you back inside with the others?" he asked, looking over at you.
" it was getting hot in there. "
he nodded in response. you looked back at him, meeting his eyes. you took a step closer, holding on to the balcony railing. he didnt break eye contact, just looking into your eyes.
you both stood there for a second, inches apart. until you closed the gap, pressing your lips against his. he held onto your face, leaning into the kiss.
he then pulled away, furrowing his eyebrows. he looked guilty, regretful. why?
" i-um, " he gulped, " i have to go. "
he practically ran out, leaving you with mixed emotions.
you looked down, puzzled, and a bit regretful.
he avoided you after that. and thats when you knew that you for sure did something wrong. but he kissed you back didnt he?
you tried texting and calling him. you apologized several times over text, saying things like : im sorry, are you okay, please let me know how youre doing. but all were ignored.
you would also lay awake in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. if you didnt kiss him, you guys would be okay. you two wouldve still been talking.
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you finally mustered up the courage to go to his house. you were dressed in something comfortable but presentable. you stood at their door, contemplating whether this was a good idea or not.
it was now or never. you rang the doorbell, hearing it echo throughout their house. you waited there, playing with your fingers. after a few seconds, the door opened.
expecting to see his mom, you just saw him.
" oh, y-y/n, " he looked you up and down, gulping slightly, " um, come in. "
he stepped aside. you gave him a small smile and stepped inside, hearing him close the door behind you.
" uh, " he wiped his palms on his pants, " ill go make some tea. "
he rushed to the kitchen. you followed after him, sitting at the table. you watched as he filled up the kettle, putting it on the stove.
you looked around. the house was awfully quiet.
" wheres your family? " you asked.
" theyre out at the market. mum told me i have to watch the house in the meantime, " he said.
you both stood in an uncomfortable and awkward silence. you genuinely wanted to leave, and you were sure he did too. but you needed to know.
the kettle started to whistle, and he turned off the stove, pouring the hot water into two mugs. after a minute he brought it to the table, placing the mug in front of you.
" we need to talk, " you said, unable to beat around the bush.
" about? "
" about the kiss. "
he nearly choked at those words. he was afraid of this confrontation, but he knew it wouldve came eventually. he just didnt know it would be so soon.
" okay, " he nodded, struggling to stay calm, "what about it? "
" im sorry, louis. i dont know why i did it. it was in the heat of the moment and i wasnt thinking straight. i really didnt mean to make you feel uncomfortable, " you said.
all he could do was nod. you knew it wouldnt be the same afterwards. did you just lose your best friend?
you stood up abruptly, " thanks for the tea. im gonna head home now- "
" wait. " he called, before you could walk out the door.
you blinked and turned around. watching him come to stand in front of you.
" i felt it too, " he said, " i meant to kiss you back that night. "
" then why did you start avoiding me? "
he sighed, " i was afraid of how much this would change things between us. and i wasnt sure if you meant it. "
" i did mean it, " you said.
he leaned closer to you, and he pressed his lips against yours. your eyes fluttered shut, kissing him back.
