Harry' P.O.V.
He asked me if he did anything. Was I supposed to tell him we almost had sex, I thought he hated me. He looked at me before pulling over, and staring into my eyes.
"Look, Harry. If something's bothering you please tell me."
"Why do you suddenly care about me?" I scoffed.
"Because-I do. And I want to know what's going on. So what happened last night.
"Nothing!" I said loudly.
"Your obviously keeping something from me!" He yelled. I opened my mouth to speak but then closed it.
"You're hiding so many things, and for what reason?!"
"Fine Louis! Fine! When we got in the car yesterday, you kissed me, and then we almost had sex in the back seat of your car!" I yelled. And then he was quiet. He said nothing. He kept furrowing and moving his eyebrows around. About two minutes went by, as we sat in the car, until Louis got out and ran down the street. I got out and ran after him, looking to see where he went around the corner.
Louis' P.O.V.
I was mortified. All I could think of was to run. Run away from it all, far far away (In a galaxy far far away). I didn't want to deal with Harry. Him hating me for the rest of my life, I couldn't see him, ever again. I just had to run. Tears were falling down my cheeks, and I hated that they were, yet I couldn't stop them. I warm hand grabbed my shoulder and flipped me around, as I covered my face.
"Louis stop crying, why are you crying?"
"I'm disgusting I can't believe I'd do that. You should hate me!"
Harry' P.O.V.
He was being very dramatic about it. I shouldn't hate him for that, I don't think so. I put my arm around him and brought him into my chest. Louis was letting out all his emotions at once,
Which when I realized it, scared me a bit.
"Harry I'm sorry!" I didn't know what to do. He was crying up a storm, and it was all so much. I pulled him away and looked at his ocean blue eyes.
"I love you." Spilled out of my mouth, and his jaw dropped faster than I could imagine.
"No, No. What?"
"No, I didn't mean to-"
"Yeah you didn't mean that." But I did. I loved him, and seeing him in such a mess made me face it. I couldn't help it, I loved Louis, and I lied to him, I cried for him, I loved him so damn much. We were still looking into each other's eyes, never focusing off of them. I leaned closer, and so did he, but he both pulled away.
"Are you mad at me?" He asked cluelessly.
"No, are you mad at me." I said taking in a large breath.
"No." I couldn't hold it in, I needed to tell him, even if he hated me for it.
"I...I l-love you." I closed my eyes waiting for a response, I feared the absolute worst.
"I love you too." He said pressing his lips against mine. I felt a tear run in between the kiss, coming from Louis. I pulled away seeing the smile on his face.
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Louis' P.O.V.
I sat next to Harry at lunch, while Liam looked at us oddly. Probably because we wouldn't stop smiling at each other.
"What happened with you two?" Liam asked raising his eyebrow. I saw that Harry had a ring on his finger, so...
"We're getting Married!" I said excitedly holding up the ring. They all bought it for second which scared the hell out of them.
"I'm joking lads!" I gave his hand back and rested my hand on his thigh. Harry gave me a smirk, and continued eating. He was actually eating, he was actually happy. He hadn't been eating right, and we all knew that but we didn't do anything about it because sometimes we're bad friends.
"We're dating?" I said looking up at Harry, we never really conformed it.
"Yes. We're dating." I smile latched on his face, making his dimples appear.
"Love you." I whispered into onto his ear.
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"Mum, Harry and I are-" I saw my mum sitting on the couch, kissing his-Harry' father.THE END! HOPE YOU ENJOYED, AND DUH TO THE SEQUEL. THE SEQUEL IS GONNA BE SO FUCKED UP, Y'ALL WILL LOVE.
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Curiosity Of Two Boys
FanfictionI've never talk directly to Louis Tomlinson. We have all of the same classes together, yet I've only bumped shoulders with him a couple times. But there's something about him, I wanna find out what it is that's now drawing me towards him. What is it?