Feels Like Falling

part 11

I couldn’t hear what words the two of them exchanged in the hall, but their conversation was short and they soon emerged from the hall walking hand in hand back to the table. The sight of them made my heart flutter. I knew we had a lot, I mean A LOT of things to work out, but I could just feel that this was right. The pair walked over to me and Harry reached out with his free hand pulling me into a tight hug. They both towered over me and I let them wrap me up in their arms. I felt safe and warm and completely content.

            My stomach made a loud rumbly noise and spoiled our sweet moment. “My you sound famished!” Louis exclaimed smiling. I nodded as he pulled a chair out for me.  Harry took the seat at the head of the table and Louis then sat across from me. Our conversation started easily, as we left out the most important things. But all of us getting to know each other seemed to be the task at hand. Harry shared several of our summer stories with Louis. Hearing Harry’s version of some of my most favorite memories was amazing. I learned that he’d felt so nervous the first time we had been together. “I would have never guessed, Harry. You were so confident the way you took charge; I couldn’t have asked for a more perfect first time.” I said. His smile beaming he kissed my hand lightly.

            “Wait one minute. You had never been with anyone before Haz? Louis asked. The look of shock on his face made my cheeks flush with embarrassment.

            “I haven’t been with anyone since either.” I wanted Harry to know what he’d meant to me. That I had loved him so much that I hadn’t been ready to move on with anyone else. “I know a virgin over that age of 20 is a rarity these days, but I’m old fashioned and wanted my first time to be with someone special. Without sounding cliché ‘when you know, you know’. Harry was that guy for me; sweet, affectionate and it didn’t hurt that he was insanely beautiful.” Worried that I’d over shared I peered over at Harry. To my surprise he had a tear running down his cheek. 

            “You know I waited everyday for you to break up with me. I had myself convinced that eventually you’d see through me and find out what a sham I was. That you’d figure out I wasn’t cool or sophisticated enough to be with you. But when you didn’t I started to believe that maybe I was good enough for you. Those weeks we spent together are basically where all my self confidence comes from.” Harry confessed. I leaned over and put my hands on Harry’s face and kissed his gorgeous lips.

            “Now that you’ve heard all about how we met, its your turn!” I smiled at Louis, “spill it!” 

            “I spotted Harry at the very start of bootcamp. His curls drew me in first. I thought he looked like a baby cherub. I had never seen anyone who looked like him, and then we started hanging out. We got on well right away and fell into a fast friendship. I was certain that the crush was one sided so I kept it to myself. After the show we decided to move in together, which I knew would either be the best decision ever or the worst.”

            “That’s when I realized I had feelings for you Lou; when we moved in together, just us. I was so scared you’d figure me out. I was always staring at you and finding reasons to touch you. At the time it didn’t make sense to me but looking back now I know I was falling in love with you.” Harry admitted.

            That was all Louis needed to hear, he wiped his mouth with his napkin and laid a kiss on Harry’s lips that held all the pent up frustration, uncertainty and love that he’d been holding on to in silence for months. Louis pulled away first to say, “That night we got together was the best night of my life. I have never felt so alive and in love than I did that night with you.” 

            Harry ran a finger over Louis lips to quiet him. “And I feel the exact same about you , except” he paused. “I feel it for both of you.”  Harry looked over at me with tears in his eyes. This was the part we all struggled with. How did we make whatever we had work. I was not about to make Harry choose because I thought that was horrible given he had just only now been able to admit to himself and us that he was bisexual. I also didn’t want him to choose for fear he might not choose me.