larry oneshots (english version)

kiss you

Hesitantly, I knock on the door of his room, behind which I expect to find him. I am nervous, very nervous even, not knowing exactly what to say or what he wants to hear. Louis has been avoiding me for a whole week now and I don't have a clue why.

When the other boys got tired of my constant complaining, because they didn't know what was going on with Louis either and couldn't help me, they sort of forced me to finally talk to him about it.

And so there I am, standing in front of his door in our shared flat, waiting for him to open it for me.

Soon I hear the soft rustling of his bedspread, then footsteps on the wooden floor and he opens the door.

"Hey...", he greets me.

"Hi.", I can only manage to say, already trying to reach for the right words, to get my sentences straight and my thoughts in order.

Louis pov:

I lie on my back in my bed, staring at the wall. Fuck, fuck, fuck it repeats over and over in my head. I am such a dickhead!

For a week now I've been more or less avoiding Harry and that's only because I can't control myself and my feelings in front of him and therefore prefer to hide in my room.

Until now, it always worked quite well to hide my feelings, but then they got stronger and stronger and the jealousy even grew on me when I saw or heard Harry fooling around with one of the other boys and at some point it just got me down, which is why I decided to distance myself a bit.

But just now there's a knock on my room door and it can only be Harry, because we live together. So I pull myself together and step to the door, not knowing what to expect. But I am scared.

What if he wants to know what's wrong with me, why I'm behaving like this? It's not like I can say "I feel more than friendship for you and that's why I can't even be alone in a room with you for 5 minutes because I'm afraid my feelings will take control of me, I'll go crazy trying to suppress it and then I'll still push you up against the nearest wall to make out with you because I can't do it."

But that would be just what I was feeling right now.

I sigh deeply one last time and then walk towards the door, behind which Harry is probably waiting, patient as he always is. Slowly I open it and look into those beautiful green eyes that I could lose myself in every time.

Harry looks back. Gentle and maybe a little curious, but not with expectation or even strictness. Just gentle. And that calms me down a little, because Harry doesn't expect me to tell him everything right away, he's patient and gives me all the time in the world to sort myself after I greet him and then asks in a calm tone:

"You've been avoiding me, have I done something wrong?"

Now I also see a little hurt in his gaze. Hurt because I haven't talked to him about it, even though we usually talk about everything.

"No, no you- you didn't do anything wrong.... yes, it's true I've been avoiding you..."

I take one last deep breath and then gather all my courage.

"I avoided you out of fear that I would do this..."

Harry pov:

Louis lifts his hand, which is noticeably trembling, and places it gently on my cheek, then he comes closer and closer to my face and closes his eyes until finally our lips touch ever so softly.

At first I don't realise what is happening here, but then I too take my chance, which I have been waiting for for so long, and enjoy it. I close my eyes, reach my hand down Louis' neck and lean more towards the kiss.

Up until now, Louis hasn't moved, our lips have just been lying innocently on each other, very gently and lightly, without any pressure. But I now add some pressure by pulling Louis closer to me with my hand on the back of his neck and pushing my mouth more firmly onto his.

Louis responds immediately and is just as demanding as I am, his hands moving to my waist and digging into the fabric of my hoodie. Until finally I release my hand from him again and we slowly pull away from each other again, gasping for breath.

Louis pov:

"Fuck..."

Is the only thing I get out after this action. I never thought it would even get to this point where I get to feel Harry's lips on mine, but he also returned the kiss and deepened it, I'm completely confused.

Why would he do something like that? Surely he's not into me too...? Or is he? I, for my part, definitely have feelings for the younger man, and I think I've revealed them to him with this.

"Louis I-," Harry starts and I look up into his green eyes expectantly and a little scared.

"Yes, Haz?"

"I- I..." he stutters around until he finally finds the right words.

"I think... Louis, I think I've fallen in love with you.... For quite a while and quite hard..." Embarrassed, he scratches the back of his head.

My lower jaw drops and my eyes grow wide, my brows shoot up and my heartbeat instantly quickens.

I too search for words, but when I can't find any, I close my mouth again and just continue to stare dumbly at Harry, who looks back with a slightly crooked grin.

"I guess you feel the same way, otherwise you wouldn't have just done that, would you?"

Harry helps me out, so I just nod. But then I do manage to get something out: "Please kiss me again like you did just now, only much, much longer."

And Harry doesn't need to be asked twice for that.