Just us (Larry) (Extremely short)

23 July 2013

One Direction exists exactly 3 years. Exactly 3 years since the 5 solo artists from the X-Factor have been joined together. 3 years, since the beginning of forever. And right now, we're celebrating. Simon has thrown this party, because he thinks 3 years are special. We have come so far. I should be happy. I should be having fun. But I'm not.

"Louis, what's wrong, laddy?", I hear an Irish accent next to me, screaming over the loud music.

"Nothing, I'm just tired." It's a lie. I'm not tired. I'm sad.

"Oh, okay.", Niall says and he leaves me alone again. He, Liam and Zayn are dancing. They're having fun. And then he enters.

Multiple people gasp. I can feel my breath hitch. I can barely take in his beauty. Dark brown curls, perfectly flowing around his head. Black suit, tightly hugging his body. Plump lips, formed in a rosy smile. Mesmerizing green eyes, like stars in the darkest night. His eyes are searching, overlooking the crowd.

Harry takes a few steps forwards. He walks like a first kiss. Slow. Careful. Sweet. Perfect. His perfect green eyes meet my blue ones. Sparks erupt in my lower stomach and the fire slowly creeps up my chest, making me feel warm inside. And then he's in front of me. Oblivious to what I feel.

"Hi, Boo." That nickname. He's always called me Boo. He's the only one I accept it from. It has never made my insides jump like tonight. He has never made me feel like tonight. He came. He came after all that has happened. He came back.

"You came back.", I breathe. I can't hold it anymore. I need to know. I need to know why. I need to know why he came back after I hurt him.

"I did." He did. Indeed.

"Why?"

"Because..." He doesn't finish. Instead, I feel a warm hand close around my wrist. Just the mere feeling of his skin on mine sends tingles all the way through my body. 

The cold air hits my face. Goosebumps erupt on my arms, underneath my dress shirt. I'm outside. Away from all the people. Away from all the noise. 

"I came back, because, Boo Bear, I can't forget you." Harry's voice sounds deep and husky. It flows like a calm mountain river. His eyes, like grass so green, are now glistening with unshed tears. 

He can't forget me. I can't forget him either. Ever since that first meeting. That moment on the X-Factor. That moment of pure bliss, when we heard we were through. From that moment onwards, I've never been able to forget him. He's always on my mind. Always. But I'm afraid. Afraid of what people think. Of what I feel. Of what he does to me. That fear, that pure anxiety nestled deep in my heart, was the reason I shouted at him. It was the reason I told him to leave. It was the reason I hurt him. When all he wanted was to help me.

But still he came back.

"I..." I don't know what to say. I don't have anything to say. All I want to say is sorry. Sorry for everything. But I can't. Before I can open my mouth again to speak, I'm cut off. Cut off by fireworks exploding in my heart. Cut off by soft lips against my chapped ones. Lips moving in perfect harmony. Two souls, melting together. Unsaid words are exchanged. Words of love.

"I've always liked you, Lou." He takes the words out of my mouth. It's just... I want to say more.

"I love you." My lips curl up in a sincere smile as soon as the words leave my mouth. I've been craving to say this. Craving ever since he left. Because when he left, he took a piece of me. A piece of my heart. When he left, I knew it. It was more than a physical attraction. It was an emotional attraction. A mental attraction. It was love.

"I love you too." I can feel myself lean in. I can sense his warmth. His lips move slowly against mine as we melt together in pure love. No words. No interuptions. Just us.