[REWRITING] Help Me So I Can Rise Again (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 8 - I Don't Want To Miss You Yet

What's up, guys? New chapter. Yey : )

The song on the side, is how Harry sings to Louis and I find the song fcking beautiful.

Anyway, enjoy the chapter ♥

And love the food. 

xx

-HARRY POV-

"I love you" Louis says.

He leaves kisses and love bites to my neck and chest as he goes down.

"I love you, too" I say gasping for air.

Then I wake up. Wow. Did I just see dirty dream about Louis fucking Tomlinson? Wow, just wow.

Then it comes to my mind again. Saturday and all those few kisses I had with Louis. Kisses what felt like heaven. Even though Louis said that we can't be together, I was going to show him that he's mine forever.

It was kinda sad too.

I can't be with the most amazing guy in whole world, because I'm too coward to tell everyone that I do love Louis William Tomlinson.

I've fallen for him.

And I hit the ground.

Only thing what can make me happy, is Party.

Party.

Tonight.

And Louis of course.

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I've told whole day to people about my party and i've told them to tell their friends too.

I hope someone will come. I don't want to look like an idiot.

Anyway, I'm in auditorium.

Soon Louis comes and smiles at me weakly.

He's going to sit on the seat next to me but I grab his hips and I pull him on my lap.

"Harry, what are you doing?" he asks hesitating.

"I want to be with you" I say.

"You know that I won't be in secret relationship with you" Louis says sighing.

"Do you care about me?" I ask with puppy face.

"Of course I do" he says rolling his eyes.

"Good" I say smirking and I grab his bum with my other hand.

"Harry!" he gasps and he moves my hand away. "You're such a perv!"

I just laugh. We just sit there staring at each other for a long time. He's so beautiful.

His eyes.

His hair.

His nose.

His body.

His sexy lips.

His everything.

He was something what words can't explain.

He's the angel and I'm the devil.

"Is there any other reason we can't be together?" I ask. "I don't want to miss you yet"

"Well... You smoke and you drink and you probably use drugs. That's not good for me" Louis says.

"I haven't smoke or drink after Friday. I've only thought about you. And I don't use drugs" I say.