AN: sorry this is kind of like the zayn one but me and emily seem to have a subconscious connection or something... lolz
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"Hey, Lou, I was wondering if you could help me out with my photography project? It's worth a quarter of my grade."
Louis laughs over the phone and I can almost feel his radiant smile through it.
"Sure, where do you want to meet?"
"The park, of course!"
The park is where I almost always took my photography project pictures, and my Canon camera has eight film rolls' worth of pictures, mostly of the nature, or me, or my best friend Louis.
But today was different. Everything was different. For one thing, this project was going to take place in the snow, as it was close to Christmas. But among other things, I was finally going to tell Louis how I really felt about him.
~*~
I slip on my black fingerless gloves and grey button up coat, and my knee-high fur boots are soon enclosing my feet. I drive to the park, but I can barely stop my hands from shaking. I'm so nervous. What if he doesn't like me back? What if things turn awkward between us? I couldn't imagine my life without him...
I eventually arrive at the small but beautiful playground, and Louis is already waiting by the snow-covered slide, pacing back and forth as if he's thinking about something.
"Hey!" I call out to him.
"Hey, Y/n, I've been waiting forever!" He replies. Then he blushes; we only agreed to meet up about an hour ago. How long had he been here?
We get started on the photgraphy project, and I set up my tripod. All of the photos are going to be of him.
Why? Because the prompt of this project is to make a slideshow of the things you love most. I already had a group of family photos chosen, of my friends, and a whole segment is going to be dedicated to Louis.
I tell him to do many crazy things and strike hilarious poses, but after a while, he asks what I feared he would.
"Why are these pictures all of me?"
"urm-- I, umm..." I stammer. "It's part of the prompt."
"what's the prompt?"
I don't answer, instead I tell him to jump to the monkey bars.
"No. What is it, Y/n? Pleeeaaaasse tell me," he says with his puppy face. God, I can never resist those puppy eyes.
I hand him the paper explaining the whole project. I had checked off the friends box, and I could only stutter. "Lou, I- urm, I kind of like y--"
But his lips were already on mine. Finally, I think as our lips move together.
His hand is tangling in my hair, and his other is arching my neck up towards him. I kiss him with all of the pent up passion I've had to deal with, and he seems to use the same kind of longing and love for me.
His warm lips move to the cold skin of my neck, and I laugh with joy. I was just so happy. He loves me too. HE LOVES ME TOO!
He brings his lips back to mine, and as we deepen the kiss, I swear I heard the familiar click of my camera.
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AN: SOOO THAT ACTUALLY TOOK ME A LOOOOONG TIME TO WRITE LOLZ
BUT YEA LOUIS IS MY SECOND FAV:) HE'S JUST SO CUTESY AND ALL I SHALL NEVER GROW UP!!!!!!!!!!!
I JUST ASDFGHJKL....
LOVE YOU ALL
-Halle xoxo <3333333
