Hold me close {{Larry one-shots and drabbles}}[ON HOLD]

Of words,letters and a fairytale

This is the longest thing I’ve ever written 0.0 I blame Taylor Swift and the song ‘Today was a fairy-tale’ :P. I hope this isn’t downright silly, so much of fluff. Let me know what you think.  And if you do like it please voteee!!!

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Where Louis can’t speak and Harry is his best friend..

The first time their hands touched, it was easy to brush off the sparks he had felt as a one-off reaction. But what Louis couldn’t brush off was how he couldn’t help looking at Harry after that, how slowly but steadily he began to think about Harry a lot more, how he started to feel shy around him. So he began to keep his distance. Decided that he wasn’t going to meet Harry every day before school, that he was going to spend more time in the library; because that, in Louis’s head sounded like an easier escape route, than being with Harry and trying to fight his urge to just hold Harry’s hand, while conflicting feelings swirled around like a raging ocean inside him.

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No he wasn’t in love with his best friend, no way because who does that?

Yes he was in love with his best friend, yes because Harry knew him better than anyone.

No he did not want to kiss Harry because a) That would be beyond weird b) He wasn’t gay

Yes he wanted to kiss Harry because a) he wanted to just kiss him. God was it really necessary to have a reason now? b) The lack of him not having any interest in any girl should be a clear enough indicator.

Yes he wanted to tell Harry how he felt; he wanted to just get it off his chest because it hurt to keep it hidden inside. He could write Harry a letter, write down everything or send him a text message.

No he wasn’t going to confess his feelings over text messages or a letter because... just no.

No he wouldn’t tell Harry, simply because he was scared and simply because he just couldn’t tell.

 Louis looks at the sheet of paper in front of him, pen hovering in mid-air as he reads and re-reads what he had just written down. Well the last reason sealed it for him, it was simple really; Louis couldn’t speak and sometimes silence is never enough…

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Harry chews on his bottom lip nervously, gnawing at it until it turns red. He could see the back of Louis’s head as he pulled out the books from his locker, hands struggling to hold the weight of the huge books. Harry decides that now is his best time; Louis’s hands were occupied and that meant less chances of Louis hitting him or whatever he was going to do once...

“Lou?” his voice comes out like a squeak and he slaps a hand over his mouth, even as Louis turns around to look at him. And like every other time, Harry is sure that his heart had stopped beating as he lets himself drown in those gorgeous blue eyes, letting his eyes drink in the sharp jawline and the elfin face.

 His hand clenches around the folded piece of paper and that snaps him back into his senses.  Louis is looking at him with a shy smile, and God Harry  just wants  to lean forward and press his lips against Louis’s, see if it feels the way he always imagines it to be; soft and gentle. He takes a deep breath, trying to push away the thoughts of kissing Louis to the far ends of his mind as he wordlessly holds up the note to Louis.

“You know what? It’s stupid Lou. Just give it back to me,” Harry blurts out in a rush, struck by a sudden wave of anxiety and embarrassment. What the hell was he thinking?  Louis would probably think of it as some sort of pity date and that’s the last thing Harry wanted him to feel.  He should have torn up the note way earlier.