Louis' POV:
I place the unconscious boy into the back seat of my car. I put my car in drive as I leave this hell hole to a safe place for Harry.
He hugs himself like he always does when he's sleeping but the only difference here is he begins to mumble.
"L-Louis..." He whispers in his sleep. Is he dreaming about me?
"Mmm... Louis" Harry mumbles again in a sexy way that made me want to jump over the car seat and kiss him right there. Oh my fucking god that was hot.
Is he having a sex dream about me? Wow Harry. I blush really hard and I admire the boy who is squirming around in the back seat of my car mumbling my name for about 5 minutes.
His body is so curvy and slim. His hair is perfectly gelled and his long sleeved shirts always seem to cover up his amazingly toned body. He's so handsome.
As I am looking through the mirror in my car, I see Harry's long eyelashes flutter as his eyes begin to open.
He shoots right up and stretch his arms out wide and yawns like a kitten. I couldn't hide the fond when I saw him stretch from his nap and I giggled at his cuteness.
He looked bewildered as he took in his surroundings and began to ask a bunch of questions.
Why is he so fucking cute?! Why can't I have him?! My conscious screams in my head so loudly that I thought Harry could hear it.
After I explain why he was here and why in taking him to my house, I notice that he is fighting with himself to say something.
"Do you care about me?" He says so softly that the rattling of my engine was as loud as him.
My whole world stops and I look straight ahead. How could he not see it? YES!!! I CARE SO MUCH ABOUT YOU HARRY STYLES!!! YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO ME! I decide to stay quiet as I drive into my driveway.
I open up my door and rush to Harry's side. I open it like a gentleman and seeing his beautiful body and eyes and everything did something to me. A feeling overcame me when he stood up from the vehicle and I leaned into the injured boy and whispered softly but loudly.
"Yes."
He shivers and so do I as I see his eyes shut as he blinks. He is an amazingly perfect boy that I'm falling for. Hard.
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"Harry I have to tell you something." I blurt out staring straight into his green orbs of beauty. I can't contain it. I need to tell him how I feel.
"W-what do you need to s-say?" He stutters again in such a cute and innocent way that he made my knees weak.
"Uhhm..." I start looking at him with love in my eyes. I can't do it! I can't! I hate myself! "I-I really... Want to get started on our project if that's okay with you." I sigh mentally slapping myself because that isn't what I wanted to say.
Harry slumps down as if he thought I was going to say something different but he gets up from the couch and I put my arm on his shoulder once again to make it easier for him.
As we begin to walk to my music room, I hear a silent buzzing noise and I see Harry's face light up. He digs his hand in his front pocket of his khaki pants and a small disappointed look crosses his face for a second.
Being the snoop I am, I glance over his shoulder to see who's texting him.
Niall: Harry!! Are you alright?!You didn't come to my car today when I was supposed to drive you home!
Harry: Yeah I'm fine. I forgot to tell you I went over Louis' house to work on a project. Sorry.
Niall: It's all good. I just thought you got hurt.
Why the hell does he care if Harry got hurt? That's my job to fucking care. Calm down Louis. Niall is straight.
Harry looks over and me as he finished texting Niall and my eyes hit the floor ahead of me so that Harry didn't think I was looking at his phone.
As we sit down at my piano and take out sheets of paper, I feel a buzz in my pocket too.
I quickly take it out and see the message from Niall flash across my screen.
Niall: Soooo you're with Harry *wiggles eyebrows*
Me: Stfu Niall get the fuck away.
Niall: alright sheesh. Daymn... Eat a snickers or something. Someone's on there man period.
I roll my eyes at his text and my attention focuses on Harry again. He looks like an angel. He probably is. I'm convinced that he is one.
"Angel..." I gasp under my breath looking fondly at Harry.
He looks at me quickly but looks away soon after. I place my fingers on the piano trying to impress him and begin to play a song I have known for years. I played a ballad of Look After You by The Fray and I looked up.
Harry is bobbing his head a long to my playing and starts to hum. Oh my gosh. He makes me feel this way that makes me go mentally insane.
I finish up the song and we sit in silence for a few minutes.
"You-You're really good Louis. I remember you taking lessons when we were kids." He timidly speaks as he stares at the keys to the piano.
"Remember that one time you fell off the playground swing and you were embarrassed so I fell off too so you wouldn't be lonely?" I chuckle looking back at the childhood memories Harry and I shared.
After an hour of talking about the old times we spent together, Harry brings up my favorite one of all time.
"Remember in 4th grade when it was Valentines Day and I didn't have a Valentine so you promised to be mine? You even gave me a rose." Harry blushed as he avoided eye contact with me.
"Yeah I do," I begin as I scoot towards him a little bit. "I remember that the Valentine's Day before you left I got you another rose. You were so happy..." I smiled as my mind is taken back to the 8th grade.
*flashback*
"Harry why are you crying?" I ask as my face drops seeing my best friend in pain.
"I don't have a V-valentine this year. E-Everyone s-says that I'm w-weird and nerdy and thy don't want to be m-my V-Valentine." He sobs and I place my hand around his shoulder.
"Well... I could be your Valentine." I suddenly tell him as I think over the words that came out of my mouth. Why did I say that? That's so weird I hate gay people.
"Really?" He whimpers wiping away his tears as his frown turns into a smile.
"Sure," I start looking straight at him as I hide the small object behind my back. "I hate seeing you upset so I kind of got you this rose for Valentine's Day." I blush handing him the small rose I got from the florist down the street.
I wanted to give Harry the flower anyway and I thought this was the perfect time to do so. I wants to show him how mush he meant to me. As a friend though because I'm not gay.
The rest of the day we went to the town carnival and we went on every ride together. On the Farris wheel, the moons light made Harry's face glow as he began to ramble on something that I didn't pay attention to because I was too busy looking at his flawless features. I mean... what? He put his arm around me And my heart is pounding out of my chest. It was really romantic.
What am I saying!? I'm straight!
When we get to the top of the Ferris wheel, Harry looks over at me looking really shy.
"Louis... I like you. A lot. I'm gay."
*end of flashback*
