Louis & Harry ( a Romeo & Juliet story)

The Balcony

The rest of the night passes by in a blur, like a thick smog layered over Louis' eyes and brain. He remembers Liam dragging him through the crowd, a stiff hand wrapped around his wrist, Zayn attempting to chase them, his body hitting the front seat of the car and the wind catching his hair as they sped away. Now he laid on his bed, costume yet to be removed from his body, the rest of the boys went to sleep hours ago but he couldn't bring himself to sleep, not with all the adrenaline rushing through his body. His mind drifted to Harry, his heart flutters and his breath catches in his throat, he's almost brought to tears and he can't imagine how he's feeling all these things, he only met this boy four hours ago yet the thought of never seeing him again made something turn like vomit in Louis' stomach. His skin soft and smooth like white satin under Louis' fingers, his eyes like fresh moss covered in morning dew, hair hanging like curly strands of the sweetest chocolate, Louis' heart ached in his chest. He rose quietly from bed, leaving no time for him to consider the danger of what he was about to do. He gingerly slips out of the door and into the car. The drive feels too quick, not nearly enough time to summon the courage he needs to continue, but he chews his cheek and steps out of the car onto the green grass of the Styles mansion. It's eerily quiet, nothing but the sound of crickets chirping and the dull shouts of drunk people in the far distance who have still not gone to bed. He scans the exterior of the mansion, breath shaking as he tip toes. Suddenly he sees it, a large window behind a small balcony, a single lamp illuminates the room and a head of unruly curls shadows on the back wall. Louis looks up, his blue irises catching in the faint light. He scans the grass for a small pebble and collects them in his palm, immediately tossing one in the direction of the window, hoping the light tapping doesn't disrupt the delicate piece of the mansion. Before he's able to throw the last one he hears a light shuffling and the window opens, revealing a confused and utterly shocked Harry as their eyes meet.

"What are you doing here? M-my brother will kill you Louis!" Harry whispers, the harshness of his voice losing its edge as Louis notices the fondness in his doe eyes.

"How do you know my name?" Louis' expression changes, concern shadowing his face. Of course he wasn't planning on hiding his identity from Harry but he fears that now that he knows he'll turn him away, the thought plagues him.

"My brother told me." Harry's voice is low, he steps out of his window onto the balcony, delicately placing his hands on the marble finish of the railing. "Louis Tomlinson, bred from the family of my sworn enemy." His gaze cast down on Louis, their eyes meeting like wildfire.

"Harry, I-i don't really know why I'm here but I needed to see you." Louis takes a step closer to the mansion, he places his foot on the wired vine fence glued to the side of it and begins climbing. Harry watches him in slight disapproval but doesn't try to stop him, instead he reaches a hand out to help him onto the balcony, and suddenly they're face to face again. The moon cast over their faces, it dances in their irises like they're the only two left to illuminate. "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." Harry's breath catches, his lips part as he takes a step closer to Louis, his hands trembling as they touch his.

"Louis, I-i'm supposed to hate you but..." He pauses, his hand coming up to caress Louis' cheek, watching as it blushes under his trembling fingers.

"But?" Louis whispers, their lips inches apart, he can taste the breath slowly huffing out of Harry's parted lips.

"But I don't." Harry leans in, his eyes pleading something Louis can't quite understand. "Kiss me." Louis hesitates, and then he doesn't. Harry's lips taste like sweet wine, they feel like a field of lavender. Louis hands come up to caress Harry's flushed cheeks, he kisses him gently but with fury. They pull apart breathlessly, Louis' hands still holding on to the cold, flushed skin of Harry's cheeks. "Your lips, they sin." Harry's voice is barely a whisper, he moves his hand up to his cheek to intertwine it in Louis'.
"Well then sweet angel, let me have my sin again." Before Harry can open his mouth to respond, Louis's lips are on his again, fiery, hot, yet gentle and so so loving. Harry smiles into it, the curve in his mouth not detering Louis' relentless lips. He's so lost in the feel of Louis' touch he almost misses the distant call of his maid. Louis and Harry jump apart, Harry slowly backing him into the corner of the balcony.

"Harry!" Louis looks over Harry's shoulder briefly, before his eyes shift to Harry's frantic but loving ones. "Harry Edward Styles!" Harry pushes Louis' hips into the railing of his balcony, leaning in to press his lips furiously into his parted ones. "Be right there!" Harry shouts, his lips frantically making their way back to Louis'.

"Harry, I have to see you again." Louis wraps his hands around the boy's waist, pulling him impossibly close. If their bodies were any closer they'd surely topple over the balcony as one. "My love, I swear, on cupid's arrow, I have known you only hours but Harry I swear my heart has never been so full-" Louis babbling lips stop as Harry's come in contact with his, his tongues snaking its way through his parted lips to lick into his mouth, eliciting a whimper Louis hadn't realized he was holding in.

"Louis my love, my heart beats the same, come back tomorrow at high noon, my parents are out making arrangements for me to be wed..." Louis' face stills, his eyes threaten to drop tears at the mere thought of Harry in the arms of another.

"Wed? They mustn't..." Louis takes a thumb to Harry's cheek, pressing softly into the soft skin of his milky complexion.

"I won't, I-I'll refuse it I swear to you Louis-" Harry's words begin to drown out by the sound of his maid bellowing his name. "I must go, we meet again tomorrow evening, on this very balcony again?" Louis doesn't respond right away, just kisses him deep, his hands coming up to twist in his curls. "Promise me you'll come."

"I swear by everything my love, I swear by the moon and stars." Louis smiles, pulling back and leaning back in to kiss every part of Harry's face.

"Harry!!!" The maid bellows.

"Be right there!" Harry yells back, his hands frantically reaching for Louis', already pressed upon his cheeks. "Tomorrow evening yes?" he takes Louis hand in his, pressing a kiss to his knuckles.

"I'm counting the minutes, my angel." They kiss again, feverishly, messily, like in the time between tonight and tomorrow one of them might meet their fate. "Until then my love." Louis removes the silver necklace wrapped around his neck, one his father gave him when he was just a newborn. He takes the chain in his palm and puts it into Harry's hand, kissing his knuckles one last time before beginning to climb down from the balcony.

"Until then darling." Harry whispers, watching with almost teary eyes as Louis makes his way down the balcony and into the darkness.

How strange and wonderful it is, Harry thought to himself, that he can love this man, this angel sent before him, without knowing who he was before this night. He was frightened by this love, he could hardly stand the time passing before him. What would his family think? How could he ever explain such a feeling, when he's never felt it till this night. He sighs to himself, lying on his bed with Louis' necklace still clutched in his palm. "My only love created from my only hate." 

Louis is restless. He fears yet waits with great anticipation for the next evening to come. Everytime he closes his eyes he thinks of Harry's face, his flushed red cheeks, the way he smiles in between kisses. He rolls over in bed and looks at the time, it's nearly morning and he wonders whether he'll tell the boys about Harry, he doesn't think he will. He loves the boys, he loves his mother, but right now the only thing that truly mattered was Harry. He needed to get him out, to run away, anything to make sure his parents would give him to another man to be wed. He'll have to convince Harry tonight, it won't be forever, just for now, just until it's safe. Because the truth is? It's not safe. Louis couldn't imagine the reaction Harry would get for falling in love with a Tomlinson, and vice versa. The streets would be filled with blood, the fighting would last for days, people would be hurt, he wouldn't have it. He'll contact the boys and tell them eventually, all that matters now is that Harry is safe. It's official, he has no other choice, they're leaving.