Everything About You; [Larry Stylinson boyxboy fan-fiction 1D]

15; ~*Well We've got holes in our hearts, and we've got holes in our shirts..*~

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*~Louis' P.O.V.*~

I was glad I was next to Harry, embracing his warmth and smelling the sweet, strong smell of his Calvin Klein cologne. After the movie was over Harry looked at me.

"Why'd you come?" He asked bluntly.

I shot him a glare, "I already told you why I'm here."

"Aren't we bullshit Louis? Isn't that what you said" He mocked, intending to get me mad.

"Harry, I was mad, I was sick in the head. I was crazy." I confessed looking into his eyes.

"I don't care, I was still upset. You know how hard it is to go out with another man? Getting scolds from others homophobic couples. You know how hard it is to pretend we don't have a love for each other on stage when I have a burning passion for you; you know how hard it is to keep our love a secret? Do you Louis? DO YOU?!" He yelled getting off from the couch, staring down at me.

My eyes began to met his, I could tell he was hurt. He was in love, in titled to it. But he felt locked up, like he couldn't tell anyone.

"One day Harry, we'll be able to tell the world without being judged." I whispered, looking down at my bare feet.

"Yeah? When's that, when we're old and don't have a chance to live life?" Harry mumbled.

"It's not like that Harr-" I began

"Then what is it like to you Louis? What is our love like, describe it. I want to know." He said sternly looking at me.

"What?" I said dunce squinting my eyes at him.

"You damn heard me well Louis, spill it." He pointed an guilty finger towards my face.

"Okay, okay." I surrendered moving his index finger from my face.

"Harry, our love..." I began squinting at how pathetic I sounded. "Our love is like a ticking bomb, every moment filled with intentional and persuasive bliss. Every second we enjoy me and you together whether it's alone or in public. I want to be able to confide in you. I want to be able to confess my true feelings for you. Which are so indescribable. Everything about you is pure and-" I stumbled trying to find the proper words to say, everything about his was so pure and clean and perfect. Tears started to swell up in my eyes, as I looked down at my feet letting one slip from my sockets.

"Everything about you is so perfect; I just want you to love me as much as I do back to you." I whispered, I could feel him coming up to me, slowly he lifted up my chin so the younger boys eyes could meet mine.

"Don't cry Louis." He whispered.

"I won't." I sniffled, smiling down. "Keep your head up." He demanded.