Louis' POV:
My feet are planted to the green ground and my heart beats through my whole body. I feel so numb. Is this even real?
Harry still has a crush on me after all these years? My head yells at me to run in after him but my heart is taken back by what he has just admitted.
When we kissed I forced myself on him and when he wrestled me, I though he was trying to get away but we kissed instead. I feel as if my whole world is stoping. He likes me!!
A gigantic grin sprouts on my face and my cheeks get heated. I hide my grin in my hands and then hug myself as I begin to fall back.
I lay on the grassy floor completely struck by the way Harry has made me feel. We have talked in the past week more than we have since he left in 8th grade. He has made my heart skip a few beats every time I see his beautiful features. I want him so badly but my head is spinning like crazy. I can't even take in what has happened to me in the past few days.
I KISSED HARRY STYLES!
The boy my lips have been craving for the past 3 years. Everything about him is just unbelievably perfect. And the fact that our lips connected and that he was literally on top of me, not to mention that he had a boner, and he made out with me. I don't want to wash away what we've done and his taste on my lips are still very fresh. I kissed him all of this morning and he didn't even know.
After about 5 minutes I finally get out of my daze about Harry and I push myself up from the dewy grass. I twirl myself to the back kitchen door and I skip into the dining room where I find my family seated and eating breakfast.
"Is Harry still here?" I ask my family as their heads turn and my face blushes.
My dad quickly shoots me a disgusted look but then he settles down after the quick second and his face is emotionless. Lottie turns around and gives me a upsetting look.
"No I think he just left. You didn't tell me Harry moved here," Lottie stands up picking up her empty plate. "I think Harry got really attractive."
My blood boils and I couldn't help to scowl at her big oblivious grin that she wears on her face. I was about to say 'he's gay' but I went against it after I saw my fathers angry eyes. My mum shoots a worried look cueing me to leave and I slowly back out of the dining room as my face is a deep red color due to the fact that my sister has a crush on my Harry.
I turn around to Lottie who places her dish in the sink and she smiles up at me.
"You can't have him." The words slip out of my mouth in a harsh manner. I cross my arms and shift my weight to my right leg while my hip is sticking out in a sassy way.
"Why can't I?" She hisses rushing her way closer to me and crossing her arms mimicking the way I crossed mine.
"B-because... He doesn't like you. You used to call him ugly when we were kids." I lie messing up my words. Lottie is tacked back a little and a her smile turns into a frown.
"Do you really think so?" Lottie asks me as her hurt puppy dog eyes beg for me to tell the truth.
"No. I was just messing with you but..." I start but I'm interrupted by my annoying sister again.
"So that means I have a chance!! Yay!" She cheers and dances out of the kitchen door as my blood boils again. My arms are still crossed and my face is crunched up.
"He's mine," I hiss in a very low voice finally exiting the kitchen.
I take out my phone from my pocket and admire my new home screen. I took it this morning. It's a picture of Harry hugging himself in his sleep. I can't describe the growing love for him that is sprouting in my heart.
I sit down on my couch looking at the texts that I sent Harry and I frown looking at the last one.
I can't take it. I have to be in contact with him. It's not my fault that he's my obsession.
So I declared my undying love for him. I wait a few minutes and when he doesn't respond I feel a pit in my stomach and a frown on my face.
However, my mind tells me to get my spirit up because I spent the day with a goddess yesterday and we kissed they did in the movies.
I climb up the stairs and skip down the hallway that follows into my room. I spin myself around again and my eyes dart straight down to an object on the floor.
Harry's glasses.
He left them here? I bend down and scoop them up but as I get back up I eye the spot they were in. That's were we kissed. My face darkens and I dance around my room in gusto. I put on his glasses and surprisingly he has barely any prescription. Harry wears these glasses! He looks so cute in them because his eyes always look so big and they are just so amazing adorable on him! My conscious giddies as I settle down sitting at my desk were I should be doing my homework.
Then suddenly, I think of an idea do Harry can forgive me as the "unknown" person texting him. I decide on writing a love letter.
My hand writing is shit but I want harry to know that I'm not doing this to make fun of him or doing it to hurt him in anyway. Actually, I want to protect my little fragile angel.
Dear Harry/Angel,
You, my sweet little boy, are the blood in my veins. You are the sun shining down on the world. You are the air that I breath. You are the reason I am living on this Earth. You, my dear Harry, are the twinkle in my eyes. You are the reason I wake up in the mornings. You have changed my view on the world. You have made me obsess and memorize your features. You are the most talented, beautiful, handsome, cute, funny and brilliant boy I have ever met. Your eyes are the most beautiful hue of green that it's my new favorite color. Your hair is always perfectly straight and when you gel it to the sides you always look so ready for the school day. Your smile makes my heart stop and I can't help to smile back hoping that you would notice me. Your dimples cave into your face and I just want to poke them to see you smile even more. Your laugh is so freaking cute i sheepishly smile like an idiot. But I don't care if I'm an idiot because I'm falling for you Harry. This isn't a joke. It's far from it actually. I want you to know that I will protect you and love you and kiss you whenever you need it. I want you to be in arms so I can brush my lips on your forehead. I want you to know when I looked you in the eyes I finally knew what the definition of love at first sight was. You.
Love,
Unknown
P.S. Meet me in the abandoned park on Wellington Street at 8:00 p.m. On Saturday January 22nd. If you want to. You don't have to if you don't want to.
