Paris, Harry and Louis' dorm, 7 A.M.
I twisted the knob on the door to see Harry. Smiling lightly, I walk toward him.
"Good morning Harry," I start, my voice rugged from my lack of sleep. He turned around so I can see him directly. He is wearing a grey beanie, a sweatshirt miles too big for him and black skinny jeans.
"Morning Lou. Mind if I call you Lou?" He asked. Obviously worried if it was okay or not.
"It's okay," I half laugh. He takes a step towards me and we're barely 30 cm apart.
He put his thumb, index and middle finger on my chin, lifting my eyes up to meet his. He then releases his fingers and starts to speak again.
"Uhm.. remember that hug out there?" He starts, his voice shaky.
"Yeah, I do," I say, equally as nervous.
"I kinda felt.. felt some uhh" He says.
"Spark?" I finish. Then cover my mouth realising what I said.
"Yeah.. spark," He finishes. He then look back at me again and connects his finger to my chin once more. But this time, he was pulling my face closer to his.
Our faces are barely centimetres away.
"Tell me if you don't want me to go further," He whispers. I shake my head, signalling him that I wanted to come closer. Before I had a chance to speak I felt his lips touch mine. They we're soft and elegant. Wanting this to happen, I kissed back. His hands cupped my jaw as it got more intimate. Seconds later, he parted and a soft smile came across his face.
"We better get to class" He finally said. We picked up our stuff and headed to our first class together. A silence came between us.
His hand then came to mine, entwining our fingers while we walked together.
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Fading ~ A Larry Stylinson Fanfiction.
Fanfiction“If you were expecting Prince Charming, I'm sorry. He's with his boyfriend.” ~ Shayla Black, Wicked Ties.
