I love him (L.S.)

Chapter 21

Third Person

It was a cozy night at Louis' house. The soft glow of the TV illuminated the darkened room. Harry and Louis were snuggled up on the couch, blankets wrapped around them like a warm embrace. They had picked a romantic comedy to watch, and the movie's sweet moments had them both feeling all the feels.

As they laughed and whispered comments to each other, their bodies naturally shifted closer together. Louis' head found its way to Harry's shoulder, and Harry's arm wrapped around him, pulling him in tight. The couch creaked softly as they adjusted their positions, getting comfortable and cozy.

Louis felt his eyes drooping, the warmth and comfort of the moment lulling him into a relaxed state. But as he shifted once again, he became aware of Harry's gaze on him. He looked up to find Harry's eyes locked on his, a soft, loving expression on his face.

Without a word, Harry gently tilts Louis' face up and brushes a strand of hair behind his ear, his fingers brushing against Louis' cheek.

Louis' heart skipped a beat as he felt a flutter in his chest. He knew what was coming, and he couldn't wait.

His first kiss.

It was going to be with Harry. His boyfriend. He still feels fussy at the thought of being able to call Harry his.

Louis could see in Harry's eyes that he is asking for consent. A small smile appeared on his lips.

Louis leaned in, His lips close brushing Harry's. Harry closed the slight gap that was left.

They shared a soft, tender first kiss. The world around them melted away, leaving only the two of them, lost in the magic of their first kiss.

Louis wouldn't mind adding that word into every sentence right now because he just had his first kiss.

And it being with Harry made him feel 10 times happier.

As they pulled back, Louis' eyes sparkled with happiness, and Harry's face lit up with a radiant smile. They gazed at each other, basking in the glow of their first kiss.

"That was amazing," Harry whispered, his eyes filled with excitement.

Louis nodded, his cheeks flushing. "Definitely."

They embraced, holding each other tightly, their hearts filled with joy and excitement. The movie continued playing in the background, but they didn't notice. All that mattered was the moment they shared.

After a while, they pulled back, and Harry took Louis' hand, his fingers intertwining with Louis'. They sat together, watching the movie, but their minds were elsewhere, replaying the magic of their first kiss.

Their peace rudely interrupted by the door bell. Louis groaned throwing the blanket off them and walking to the door.

Louis opened the door to find Zayn standing in the entrance, his expression disapproving. "What are you doing answering the door in that?" Zayn scolded, eyeing Louis' short shorts and tight sleeveless t-shirt. "It could have been anyone!"

Louis was taken aback, still trying to process Zayn's unexpected arrival. He hadn't mentioned he was coming home today. Snapping out of his daze, Louis hurried to follow Zayn into the house.

As they entered the living room, Zayn's gaze fell on the TV, where a movie was still playing. His eyes then landed on Harry, who was lounging on the couch in a tank top and joggers, his hair tied up in a bun. Zayn's expression turned even more disapproving.

"What's going on here, Lou?" Zayn demanded, his voice firm but controlled.

Louis hesitated, unsure how to explain the situation. "Zayn, we were just watching a movie..."