Part Fifty Two (Louis)
I knew he would come through. He always did. (Okay, maybe I spent a while doubting him, but that's okay right?)
Harry had, once again, proven himself to be one hundred time better than I ever could've imagined. There, in front of all the people he had feared rejection from, he stood with me.
"Lou?" he asks, visibly concerned. "Lou, are you alright?"
I blink a few times, brushing away the daydream I thought I must've been in the middle of.
"I can't believe you just did that." I state blankly, standing up to meet his gaze. "That was incredible, Harry!"
Harry beams down to the floor, and his cheeks turn the brightest of all tomato reds.
"You think so?" he asks shyly, kicking his foot into the floor.
I go up to my tip toes, pressing a quaint kiss to his cheek. "I know so."
Harry pulls away from me, and I feel him come closer as his hands rest on either side of my face. In front of everyone, and without a moment's hesitation, we come together in our first "public" kiss. My stomach floods with butterflies, and for a moment it feels like everything becomes new again. Forget about the stupid fights, and the fear, and the judgement, in this moment we were all that existed.
And that was all that mattered.
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Fanfiction"Love is our true destiny. We do not find the meaning of life by ourselves alone, we find it with another." - Thomas Merton
