You're Still The One// L.S.

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I sat next to him and handed him his ice cream. He kept down the book he was reading and took the ice cream.

"And you? Mint choco-chip, I'm assuming?" He asked, his green eyes held confidence. "You're right, as always." I said and he smiled, "Yay!" Getting super happy about the littlest of things- so very typical of him.

There was something about the way even his tiniest gesture made me think and overthink everything related to him. It could be something as small as him apologizing to every wall or furniture when he accidentally collided with them, or something as big as blowing air on his elbow while rubbing it, after falling down the bed, unintentionally obviously.

"Hello?" He sounded, waving his hand in front of my face. I zoomed in and out to adjust my vision. He was looking at me with a smirk on his face, "Are you thinking about me?" I looked away, fuck your smartass, H.

"No, definitely not," I said, clearing my throat. "Then, why are you holding my hand?" He asked and I immediately took my hand away from his. "Hey, I didn't say I didn't like that." He said and grasped my hand again.

I turned to face him and saw him reading his book intently. One hand holding the ice cream, which he licked every millisecond, his book balancing perfectly on his lap, and his other hand holding mine. Our hands fit so perfectly, it was disgustingly cute.

"Lou, are you okay?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah, yeah, I'm just thinking." "Talk to me." He said. "I don't know, H. I was just thinking about you and me." I said. He frowned, "In a good way or...?" "Good way, of course, is that even a question?" I said. "Sorry." He said, now focusing on his ice cream instead.

"H, you mean a lot more to me than I express. I think that words can't express what or how much I feel for you. Everything you do makes me feel more for you and adds more meaning to our relationship, I don't know how or why. I think whatever I'm saying right now, doesn't make any sense but I... I think, no, I know... I love you, Harry Edward Styles." I said. Damn, that felt so liberating. Almost as though someone had lifted a big heavy unweathered rock from my chest.

I had loved him for so long. Maybe I fell for him the very first time we kissed or maybe the very first time we held hands, I don't know. It was just about time that I accepted my feelings for him and told him.

He was getting overwhelmed. He handed me his ice cream and I was left to hold both ice creams as he wiped his tears on his green cardigan with ponies. "O-Oh my God, Lou. Oh my God. I w-wasn't expecting that when you said you were thinking about us. I'm so surprised right now- that was out of the blue. I needed a warning, you dummy!" He was clearly panicking so I blew air on his face.

Within seconds, he scooted closer and hugged me tightly. I kissed his neck as he sobbed into my neck. "I'm s-so sorry for this, b-but no one has ever said that they love me. It means too much, really. And I love you too, Lou. So, so much. I've known that for so long now. But I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure if you reciprocated m-my feelings. I love you. I love you. I love you!" He said. It was more of a string of outbursts, really. He was overwhelmed and half-panicked.

"I definitely do love you, babe. I've loved you since forever and will love you forever." I said.

"And me too." He promised, before connecting our lips for a passionate kiss.

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"No, no, listen. I'm at work right now, no, no one's near me. I'm all alone. I called to tell you that you need to come back, yeah? You're in worse trouble by staying in the shadows. Just... Come back fast, yeah? Please? Yeah, Louis alerted the cops and they're in search. Yeah, you just come back, yeah? We'll figure this out together." Zayn was advising someone on the phone.