Half a heart Without You

Part I

Before

Louis' POV:

I heard the sound of rain falling, and felt the familiar warmth surrounding me, and it wasn't from my thick comforter. Almost unwillingly, I opened my eyes and smiled at the sight I saw before me. My best friend, curls plastered on the pillow next to mine, soft breaths coming out in soft snores, and arms wrapped tightly around me, pulling me to his chest.

I smiled. I had found out that the nights Harry had trouble sleeping were my favorite nights. He would knock on my door, and ask if I could help him sleep. I always obliged, because the thing that really got Harry to sleep was laying down next to me, spooning me while nuzzling my neck.

Harry and I had been best friends since high school; we met in choir and immediately hit it off. Towards the end of my last year before graduation, we had decided we wanted to live together. So after he graduated a couple years later, he moved into my apartment, and we had been living together ever since.

That was a year and a half ago. In that time, we had gotten close-incredibly close. We turned out to be very dependent on one another. I told him everything, whether it be stress at work or girlfriend problems. And he did the same. And for my birthday a few months ago, he had given me a shirt that said Harry hearts Louis in a big pink heart; he had surprised me when he had presented a matching shirt for himself. I was incredibly happy, but my gratitude came out as stammers and blushes. Harry just grinned, and gave me a giant bear hug, so powerful that it swept me off my feet, and lightly kissed my temple. Of course, that just made me blush even more.

I guess I had always had feelings for the curly haired boy; however, I had only admitted them to myself the few months ago that was my birthday. That moment was just my breaking point. It was those feelings that made me realize that I was gay. No one knew-not even my Hazza. I know there's nothing wrong with it. But I just wasn't sure I was ready to come out to my friends and family.

I shifted in my bed to look at him properly. He just looked so adorable. He had recently become more touchy feely with me, even more than before. When we were sitting on the couch, his hand would find my knee, or he would lay his head on my shoulder, or something of the like. Don't get me wrong-I absolutely loved the small affectionate actions he did towards me, and reciprocated them every time. But I wasn't sure if they were just friendly, or maybe something more. Of course I wanted more, but I could never gain enough courage to ask if he felt the same way.

Harry felt me move and he wearily opened his eyes. "Louis?" he asked sleepily.

"Hey, Hazza," I said with a smile. "Did you sleep all right?"

"Brilliant," he replied, staring at me with a lopsided grin. He closed his eyes again, pulling me into his chest. "Boo?" he asked.

"Yes Harry?"

"Do we have to get up? Because I'm quite comfortable right here."

I laughed. "No, we absolutely do not." I kissed his forehead lightly. "If you let me up, I'll bring us some food and a movie." I reluctantly moved out of his grasp and stood up in my pajama bottoms and my T-shirt Harry and given me. "What do you want to eat?"

"Mm...waffles," Harry said, shivering slightly.

"Be back soon, love."

We had a small kitchen, but it was well stocked for my purposes. I grabbed a bowl and started collecting the ingredients for our waffles. Soon, I was pouring the thick batter into the waffle iron and stacking them high on a plate. I also decided to make bacon and eggs to go with them. They were sizzling in a large frying pan.

I was humming to myself, and even dancing a little, when I felt a pair of two strong arms encircle my waist and a chin rest on my shoulder.

"Louiiiiiiis, I'm hungry," Harry said in a whiny but cute voice. I smiled and rolled my eyes. I could feel the muscles on his bare chest press against my back.

"Well I can't cook any faster. If you want, you can help me. Here, you finish the eggs and bacon and I'll finish the waffles," I said as I poured the last bit of batter into the iron. Harry let go of me and began to flip the food in the pan. The smell made my mouth water...almost as much as the boy standing next to me...

I sighed. Harry would never be mine. I would never get the courage to talk to him about my feelings, and I'm not even sure he feels the same way.

A few minutes later, the breakfast was done, and since we were out of bed anyway, I set plates for me and Harry on the coffee table in the living room with forks, maple syrup, butter, and fresh strawberries. We sat next to each other on the couch, legs hooked together, and occasionally fed each other bits of food. I had popped in some movie I had never seen before; I think it was a romantic comedy-something Harry really liked.

After sitting in silence for a while with the TV in the background, Harry spoke.

"Louis, have you ever been in love?" he said, without looking at me.

I turned to him, a look of confusion on my face. "Well yeah, I guess...one time, maybe." I didn't want to let on too much, considering the only time I felt in love was with Harry. "Why do you even ask?"

"Just curious," he said, laying his head on my shoulder after setting his plate on the coffee table. I forked the last piece of waffle in my mouth and did the same. I rested my lips against his curly locks, also wrapping my arms around him. And in that moment, I felt an overpowering amount of love for him. It was so powerful, I quite literally had a hard time breathing. I guess I shifted in a wrong way, because Harry looked up at me with questioning eyes.

"What's wrong, Boo?"

I said nothing, but stared into his eyes. Those deep, green orbs that I have become so accustomed to. I had fallen in love with them, as well as the boy that came with them. My eyes flickered to his lips, which were full and lush, and were so close I could almost kiss them.

Kiss them...

I hadn't moved my eyes from his mouth, but had also moved in closer. I wasn't sure of it, but it had seemed like Harry was inching closer as well. Or was I just imagining it?

Suddenly, Harry's phone started to ring. Loudly. We both jumped, with bewildered looks on our faces. Harry scrambled off the couch and grabbed his phone and unlocked it as I straightened up and ran my fingers through my hair. "Hello?" he said as he brought it up to his ear. Then, his expression changed.

"Mom?"