Youtube Boyfriend | L.S

0.3

i'm back. worship me.

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Harry's POV

One Month Later

I've been watching this boy for ages now. Whenever I'm free to just sit down and relax, I'll be straight on my laptop, turning to his channel and watching his new video. Sometimes I'll scroll through all his uploads and find a random one from a couple years ago. I'll then proceed to watch the five or so minutes of nonsense. Then I'll repeat.

It's becoming worrying. It's a bit of an obsession.

Louis Tomlinson, or known as LouisTommo on this media platform.

I loved him.

I don't know what it was about this guy. Maybe it was his personality, the way he made anyone around him laugh. Maybe it was the fact that he was fairly cheeky and flirty; loud and confident. His eyes. I like his eyes. They're blue, but the sort of blue that just sparkles whether the light is reflecting off it or not. They were a sort of aquamarine colour with a mix of sea green and grey. The perfect colour.

To say that his eyes were 'just blue' was like saying that the sun was yellow. Sufficient but not accurate enough to capture the burning.

In minimal words, Louis Tomlinson was the prettiest boy I had ever laid eyes on.

There was a YouTube convention that was taking place in a couple of months. Summer In The City I think it's called. 12-14th August. Louis' gonna be there. I really want to go.

I can just imagine meeting him and it being perfect. It'd be at the meet and greet after he'd been on stage. He'd probably be wearing his black long gym shorts and his white tank top, the one that's a bit too big for him but he wears it anyway. He'll have on a pair of white vans (AN: i had to, don't kill me) that'd be slightly scuffed on the side because he wears them all the time. His fringe would be falling across his forehead in a fluffy mess but he'll be wearing a beanie to cover the tangled hair up; and it'd look amazing. I'll walk up from the line and he'll just be standing there with his arms open, like he always is when he's meeting his fans, and he'll be smiling so widely that his cheeks would start to hurt because it's been a long day but he wouldn't care because he was happy, and his eyes would crinkle at the sides and his nose would twitch ever so slightly, somewhat like a rabbit. And Louis would be happy. And I'd be happy too.

I'm thinking about this too much.

The tickets are £45 each. I don't want to go on my own. I'll probably bring Niall and Liam along with me. Zayn's not really into this sort of thing. Apparently over the last month, I've been, quote "the most annoying obsessive little shit that's I've ever laid my fucking eyes on, and I've met Mr Payne over here". This then proceeded to cause a short squabble between the pair whilst Niall and I were stood off to the side wondering why we were friends with these idiots. He loves me really, I know it.

I'll also have to pay for the train tickets as well because none of us can drive and Mum's meant to be on holiday around that time, with Robin.

I also need to pay for the hotel room because we're gonna need to stay over there, it's a weekend event and there isn't enough time in the day to come all the way back home.

What am I saying? This thing is in August, it's January. I don't need to be thinking about this now.

I stood up from the comfort of my queen-sized bed and decided I was going to get ready for the day. Zayn was meant to be coming over at some point, to watch the footie. I think he was coming at one?