Lucky Ones [L.S.]

2

15/17

February

It is a month later that Louisa is cuddling Harriet late at night. Tomorrow is yet another Sunday and little baby Harriet is out like a light, letting out content purrs in being the small spoon.

Their room has become very cozy over the last years, walls lined up with golden fairy lights that lighten up the cream and pink colours of the walls, posters of their favourite boybands and albums and there's one of Selena Gomez, none of them knows why but she looks hot. Like always.

Looking at it, Louis wonders how would having sex with a girl feel. Not that she knows how a boy would feel like, but she's allowed to wonder.
She has watched lesbian porn, and she finds it sexy too, but then she thinks, all sorts of porn is supposed to get you hot. She's not a lesbian, that's for sure because she feels like she'd like a good dicking. But now that she thinks about it, feeling up a woman's body against hers would feel just as good. Like she wouldn't mind tribbing. Or eating someone out. She surely doesn't mind playing with boobs, she finds it very calming to hold her own a lot of times.

She doesn't know how kissing feels, apart from the soft press of lips of Haz last month. Harriet had told her, kissing a girl felt much softer because guys were usually rough, their lips are rough too. So maybe there's that. But she didn't mind the softness, she doesn't mind holding someone else's boobs, like Harriet's. She has other friends who are this open but neither of them feels comfortable enough to touch each other's bodies, nor does Louisa. But then again, she is so much closer to Harriet than anyone else, she's so comfortable around her and Harriet is so much more understanding.

They see each other at all their times, the best and the worst. Louisa has walked in on Harriet with her hand down her pants more times than she can count, but it's never been awkward apart from the first time. Harriet has cried in Louisa's arms more than she's cried in her life combined. Louisa hardly ever cries, but if someone here has seen her cry, it is only her own mentor from when she was new, and Harriet. Harriet held her through the time Lou's mum went through her divorce, which wasn't easy for Louisa either, obviously. And being apart from her mum made it worse. But they got through it. Together.

Louisa is definitely the closest to Harriet. And she wouldn't mind getting even closer.

Her eyes snap open at the realisation.

Fuck.

Fuck.

FUCK!

•

March

Another month passed and she hasn't told anyone yet. She wants Harriet to be the first person to know. It is because of her that Louisa was completely comfortable about the fact that she liked girls too.

The fact that she is actually freaking over was that LOUISA TOMLINSON IS IN LOVE WITH HARRIET STYLES.

And she has no doubts about it.

She decides to tell Harriet soon. Hopefully during their this Saturday late night heart to heart. Friday nights are reserved for their other friends, but their Saturdays are just for each other.

•

Saturday feels both like never-ending and over in a blink of eye.
Harriet is entering the room from their bathroom and usually Louisa is babbling nonsense, feet up in the air, against the wall, staring at the ceiling or reading some new erotica on her phone.

So coming back to Louisa who's sitting quietly on the bed seems wrong somehow.

She sits beside her. "Lou, are you okay?" She picks up Lou's dainty hands and holds them in hers.