Okay, so I was a little shocked when Louis didn't reply. But I was kinda expecting it. I mean, we'd only been together a month and I was already dropping the L-bomb.
"I-I'm sorry." I stuttered, getting up and grabbing my shirt from the ground. Before I could put it on, I was hugged tightly from behind.
"Harry Styles, I love you too!"
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On the days I can't see your eyes
I don't even want to open mine
On the days I can't see your smile
Well I'd rather sit and wait the while
I bit down on the end of the pencil as I stopped writing. Urgh. Writing a song is harder than I thought. I write poetry all the time, and yet song writing seemed to be a million times harder. Not only did you need to find the right words, but you had to decide the pitches, the draw-outs, the beat. It was definitely complicated. I had a piano tune picked out playing in my head, but if the words didn't fit with it, I had to go back and change them.
"Ready to go, babe?" Louis asked as he walked into the kitchen. I sat on a tall barstool at the bar with the notepad and pen that I always carried around with me in front.
"Yeah." I grinned and repositioned my glasses on the bridge of my nose. "Lemme go put in my contacts."
"Love, you look sexy wearing glasses." He said, coming over and sitting on my lap.
"Sorry, Lou. Save it for later." I snickered. "I can't do anything wearing glasses. It'll only take a sec."
He pouted before getting off me. I quickly found our bathroom and put them in. I took one last look at myself in the mirror before plastering on a smile and walking out. Louis took my hand and together we began walking down to the water.
"Oo! Come on, Harry! I need to take you on the boat!" He dragged me to one of the boats, tossing me a life vest and digging through his pockets until he found keys. He helped me on and showed me where to sit before going to the drivers seat.
"Louis, I'm scared." I moved seats so that I was up way in the front. "What if something happens?"
"I'll throw myself in front of you." He answered simply, untying the boat from the post and turning it on. "We'll be fine. I promise."
"I t-trust you." I gulped and buckled myself in. Ever since I was little, I'd had a phobia of boats. And watching Titanic and a bunch of other movies never helped me much with that.
"Leggo!" He shrieked as we began flying through the water. I couldn't help myself. I let out a blood curdling scream and hid my face. My stomach began to churn, and I felt my lunch coming back up.
"Louis.." I moaned, but I was tuned out by the roar of the engine. I felt myself getting dizzy. "Louis, I'm gonna.."
I looked over at him, my vision blurring, and saw him grinning and hooting happily. He was having fun. I wasn't going to ruin it for him. I swallowed thickly and sucked it up. I felt like we were never going to stop, and my head was spinning. When we finally did, Louis was at my side immediently.
"Harry? Harry, what's wrong? Harry!" I couldn't bring myself to answer him. I was trying not to throw up, and any sounds I made had me wanting and needing to. "Answer me Harry."
"I-"
It was all over.
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I laid in bed with Louis pressing a wet washcloth to my forehead. I was shivering, but feeling perfectly fine now.
