I Hate You ~ Louis Tomlinson

CONFESSIONS

"I don't hate you, stop saying that," Louis grits out. He's right in her face, and he's annoyed, but she isn't scared. This is a fairly normal occurrence.

"Fine, but you sure as hell don't want me here. Tell me to walk away Louis. Tell me." She says stepping back from him, preparing her heart to say goodbye to the man she really likes for for a reason she can't explain. The man she's been pining over helplessly and a bit pathetically. The man she's cried over and cried to.

"Tell me to leave you alone and I will. No questions asked, no sarcastic comments. I'll just go. I won't talk to you, and I won't bother you." She pauses and looks him in the eyes. Hers are about to fill with tears, but she wants to give him an out. Put an end to both their miseries, to end the small rivalry they've maintained all these months.

"It's okay. Tell me to go." She says quietly. She wants to say let me go, but it is increasingly clear to her she never had him, he never wanted her.

She hangs her head so he can't see the look on her face and takes his silence as her answer. She's about to turn and go without another word, but then she hears his voice.

"I can't. I can't say that." He says almost pleadingly. 

"Why?" She half challenges; half genuinely wants to know.

"Because I like you."

Her head shoots up so fast she hurts her neck, but she doesn't care in this moment.

"What?" Her heart stops, time stops, the world stops.

"I can't tell you to go because I like you." He says slowly, but not in a taunting way. In a steady, intentional way so she can really let his words sink in. He can see her head spinning from there and he can't blame her. It wouldn't make sense to her. He has maintained that he doesn't like her so no one would know his true feelings.

She stares at him with wide eyes for a whole minute. Mouth hanging open almost comically. She closes it and then opens it only to gasp; she can't get words out. Her hand comes up to her mouth as she bites back an embarrassingly big smile.

They are about 3 feet apart from each other now, just breathing. Staring at each other and letting the words spoken fill the empty space.

"Oh my gosh, I'm so happy I could kiss you." She says, not really intending to say it out loud.

"You should." He says on a breath, maybe surprising himself too.

"Are you serious?" She asks.

"What? Yes."

She runs up to him and throws her arms around him. She doesn't even waste a second and joins their lips. It is so soft and gentle. Just the brushing of their lips to start, hesitant like all their feelings for the past few months are being decompressed in that strange, beautiful moment.

He gently grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer to him, joining their lips for real. She starts to smile and bubble with laughter into the kiss, so much it makes him pull back since he can no longer keep his lips on hers.

"What is this life?" She says incredulously and shakes her head.

"I don't know love. I really don't know." He says against her lips. He smiles at her, a real genuine smile and he leans in gently to join their lips again.

The kiss isn't deep, they are just getting used to the feeling of their lips on each other's. Moving them in a way only they can understand. She starts to play with his hair at the back of his neck as they part and she leans her head down, biting her lip and smiling so big it physically hurts. The top of her head leans against his jaw line for a second until he moves his head to nudge his nose against hers so he can look at her again.

With this weight off his shoulders it is like looking at someone completely different. Like he has to get to know her again because in a way he does. All the jealously and anger and frustration starts to melt away in their kisses and confessions. It will take them time to get to a comfortable place, but for the first time it seems possible.

"You like me." She is so happy and relieved she could cry.

"Yea well don't cry about," he says somewhat harshly and then cringes at his own voice. "Sorry love, I'm not used to being nice yet. I'll work on it."

She still smiles at him, and he raises an eyebrow.

"It's okay, clearly I like it for some odd reason. I might be a masochist." She shrugs and they both laugh.

"Yeah, definitely a masochist." He leans his forehead against hers and bites his lip. "So, what do we do now?" He askes.

"Um, I don't know I guess we have to find a new normal."

"Hm, I guess we could do that." He says nudging his nose with hers again.

"This is so strange." She says, still not quite believing this is happening and bringing her hands up to cover her face.

"Hm, I know." He hums. They are still standing close, Louis moves to hook his chin over her shoulder, gently swaying them back and forth until she jumps up gasping.

"I have to go tell Harry," she says excitedly hitting his arms to which he just looks at her with raised eyebrows.

"Oh yeah, why's that?"

"Because you like me back," she says and then her eyes go wide when she realizes what she said. She was going to hold out on him. It's in the nature of their relationship to play with each other. She wasn't planning to be mean, but she was going to make him work for it. That all went out the window now.

He looks at her with a shit eating grin, "Oh really. You like me now do you? Me? You like me?" He says trying his best to hold her close to him as she groans and tries to pull away from him. 

She rolls her eyes at him. "I can take it back you know."

"Nope, I've already heard it."

"You have no proof." She protests. 

"The proof is in my heart," he says dramatically, letting her go and clutching his heart.

She takes this as her opportunity to run away from him yelling, "Bye," and laughing hysterically.

"Hey!" He yells and goes to run after her.

She gets to the door first and locks it, smiling at him a shit eating grin through the glass door. She then ever so politely gives him the middle finger and keeps running, laughing as she does. She knows Louis can get upstairs through the other door, so she quickly makes her way to where Harry is on the couch, startling him as she jumps on it.

"Geez, you really scared me." He says and she just stares at him. "What's with the smile, you're weirding me out?"

She just dramatically falls backwards laying over his arm and resting her head on his shoulder.

"He likes me."

"What?"

"Louis, he just told me," she says pretending to be causal about it.

Harry smiles at her and gives her a small hug. He doesn't say anything, but that's fine by her.

She's in her own little world. 

She can't believe it, he likes her.