hallo little a/n here! just wanted to say that towards the end or middle i really recommend listening to the song i put above. it's called pretend it's ok by little mix and the song alone makes you so emotionally unstable so play at your own risk but it just makes this scene a whole lot better k i'll be leaving now, enjoy! ^-^
Harry stood at the end of the bed quietly. His cheeks were still a bit crimson from the snog he had with Louis just a few minutes before. He ran his fingers across his lips, something he does when he was bored or in deep thought.
Louis was sitting far into his bed with his knees pulled up, avoiding all eye contact with the man. He didn't know why he was so nervous. Yes, he did just snog with Harry but he didn't expect them to be so quiet right after. He was waiting for Harry to say something next.
The tall man let out a frustrated sigh, "Louis," He said trying to grasp onto what he was going to say. "What the hell are we doing?"
"What do you mean?" Louis said softly.
Harry ran a hand through his curly locks. He shook his head. "This isn't right. We can't be doing this, Louis."
The older boy sighed. "Just because it isn't 'right', doesn't mean that it makes it wrong. Besides, I know you liked it." He whispered the last part.
Harry groaned. "Listen to yourself, you make no sense. You go from hating me and treating me like your punching bag to snogging the life out of me. And I'm sure as hell that what we're doing is wrong."
Louis scoffed. "And just how is it wrong?"
Harry struggled with his words. "Oh for fucks sake, Louis!" He paced back in forth before facing him again. "You're getting married! I'm pretty sure snogging your best mate isn't-"
"Best mate?" Repeated Louis, hopeful.
Harry's eyes widened. "Well, I mean- former?- no, that isn't- ugh." He rubbed his temples frustrated.
Louis smiled sadly. "Best mates... the word seems so unfamiliar now doesn't it?" He bit his lip. "Don't you miss being that?"
Harry scoffed. "Don't ask me, I'm not the one who's been avoiding their 'best mate' for more than a year."
"Well, we never really were that, were we? We were more than friends."
"Yeah, well, I guess it doesn't really matter to you anymore. It probably never did." He looked away from him.
"That's not true. It does matter."
Harry laughed sadly. "You sure have a funny way of showing it."
Louis rubbed little circles into his knee, like Harry used to when they were dating. It was a small action but it always brought comfort to him. He thought if he did it to himself he'd get the same reaction, but he wasn't Harry so it never did work. "I don't love her." He suddenly spoke up again.
Harry instantly knew who he was talking about. "That's not true. You're going to marry her."
Louis shook his head. "No I'm not. I don't love her, I never have, and there's not even gonna be a wedding."
Harry looked at him confused. He sat down on the bed, putting some good distance between the two. "What do you mean?" He asked the older boy.
Louis groaned and fell back into the bed. He hid his face with a pillow before facing Harry again. "Oh, fuck it. You were bound to find out one way or another." He took a shaky breath.
"Do you remember the day I kissed you during a concert?" Louis asked.
"Yes," Harry said. "It was pretty stupid of you."
