Say You're Just a Friend

(Y/N)'s POV

"Come on, it'll be fun!" Louis grabbed your hand and pulled you toward him. "Pleaseeeee? Just come with me?" I rolled my eyes and sighed. He could be so annoying sometimes, but at the same time those puppy-dog eyes just won me over every time. "Please? (Y/N)" he begged, his bottom lip popping out and a half smile starting to creep onto his face. "Fine, but it's only because you're adorable." I sighed. He wrapped his arm around me and grinned. "I can't believe it's the nineteenth year I've known you." "Yep, it was preschool and you buried me in the sandbox." He let out a gust of air, "yep, same now, same then, come on love, we'll be late." I had know Louis since my first day in school. At first sight we were friends, but more than friends, no, not boyfriend and girlfriend, but best friends, and I wanted it to stay that way.

Louis POV

I loved her. I don't know if she felt the same way, but I still loved her. I would do anything for her. We had been best friends for 19 years, if that isn't friend-zoning I don't know what is. I tried to drop hints. I called her love, I exaggerated my British accent, and I put my arm around her. Yet she still didn't know. Didn't know that I loved her. 

(Y/N)'s POV

He dragged me out the door, his warm hand firmly grasping mine. "Where are we going?" "Come on love, I'll show you." He led me down the street. It had been twenty minutes. "Um, Lou, how much longer is this going to take?" I whined "Only a little longer." Thirty more minutes had passed but I hadn't even noticed. I was too busy looking into those deep sea green eyes, the way his arm flexed when he held my hand, and how smiled with that smile that  I couldn't resist. Wait. What was I saying. 

Louis POV

I sort of get why she didn't want me to be with her. If things didn't work out (I highly dislike that idea, we're perfect for each other) then it would ruin our friendship. But she just needs to see what would happen. I just need to find a way for her to fall in love with me. I need a way to make her mine. I go on tour and have millions of fangirls throw themselves at me. But i don't want them. I want her. 

----------------------------3 hours later-------------------------

The dark sky seemed to be closing in, framing them, and the moon shone so brightly, casting a spotlight on this picture perfect scene.  

(Y/N')'s POV

"THIS WAS THE BEST NIGHT EVER!" I screamed into the night. Louis and I were walking back from our little night out. We had climbed up this little hill and sat at the top for hours, talking about life, and music, and ranting to our heart's content. After, we had sat on green grass and watched the stars. Pointing and laughing. It was a cold night, so I grabbed Louis' sweater out of his arms and put it on. The sleeves covered my hands and it had a nice, warm, comforting smell. We stumbled around for awhile, joking with each other, not even trying to find our way to the flat. All I know is that in that moment, I didn't care what happened a few hours from now, all I wanted was to be here. With him.

Eventually, we made our way back to the flat. We were exhausted. I tripped up the stairs, leaning on Louis for support. I made it to the top of the stairs, and turned around to thank Louis for a great night, and to tell him that we probably shouldn't take it any further than we had tonight, that I enjoyed being friends. As I turned around I was met with his lips. They pressed against mine, and his strong hands wrapped around my waist. He pulled me closer to him. All I knew is that we kissed for maybe a minute, and I pulled away in shock. We stood there for a moment, not knowing what to say. He stared at me, those green eyes penetrating into my soul. "Why, why did you pull away?" he asked, moving in closer to me, grinning. I pushed him away, "I, I just can't" I replied, feeling more guilty by the second. "I, I, here's your jacket." I ripped it off and threw it at him. "I, I had a great time." I ran inside and slammed the door behind me, not even looking back. 

--------------------1 hour later---------------------

It had been one hour, and I still couldn't get the touch of his hands of my back, and the imprint of his lips off mine.