Wide Awake (One Direction / Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 27

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I feel Louis gasp against my lips, his hands suddenly clutching my forearms. I dare to slip my tongue inside his mouth.

See, I suddenly needed to see if I actually loved Louis back. And I couldn't think of any other way to find out, but to kiss him.

Louis seems overwhelmed. I've taken hold of his chin with both hands, keeping the kiss steady.

His lips are surprisingly soft and smooth. I feel myself almost floating with euphoria. Happiness is dazing me.

Louis's hands begin roaming my chest, setting my skin somewhat alight wherever he touches it. I tug on the hair on the back of his neck. He gasps again into my lips. His breath is unsteady, and he's now grabbed hold of my shirt for dear life.

I feel impossibly powerful, strong, wistful, peaceful, and madly happy. It just feels so... right.

Atlast, I break off. Louis looks astonished. I take in a few panting breaths, in unison with his.

"Hmm," I say curiously. I'm pretty calm right now. Very strange. I like that.

"Hmm, what?" he asks, slightly nervously.

I study him. His cheeks are slightly flushed, his hair only slightly messed up. His eyes are a hazy blue. He looks quite self-conscious, but in a strangely adorable way.

I shrug teasingly. "It could work."

He stares at me. "WHAT could work?"

I look at him impatiently. "You. Me. Us. What else?"

He looks completely taken aback. "B - but..."

"Louis, when I kissed you, what were you thinking?" I cut him off. I don't want him having any doubts about this. I don't.

Louis flushes a delicate shade of darker pink. "I - it was... nice."

"And...?" I prompt him.

He sighs, a little embarassedly. "I liked it - alot."

"So?" I say.

He stares at me again. "So - so you're saying - you - "

I grow impatient yet again. I grab his face in my hands. He freezes.

"Louis," I say firmly. "I think I'm in love with you too."

He looks utterly shell- shocked. Lost. Unsure.

I give him another quick peck on the lips, and he's jolted back to reality, leaning back.

"Y - you are?" he asks at last.

"Well, what I was feeling was definitely NOT platonic... and I liked it too," I admit. I see a slight smile in Louis's eyes.

Suddenly his eyes go dark, like a stormy ocean. "This isn't just a pity thing, is it?"

I stare at him, incredulous. "No! Louis, why would I ever do anything like that?" I'm actually quite hurt. "You're my best friend. I would never - I wouldn't - "

"I know. I'm sorry," Louis says, looking upset.

"Look, Louis," I say seriously, taking his face yet again into my hands. "I'm pretty sure I love you - as more than friends. Ok? I - " I press a kiss onto his lips. "Love - " Another kiss. "You," I finish simply, with another kiss.