Puppy Dog Eyes

White Wrongs

The days have gone like salt in the wind, but I still had my walls up. No matter what.

My brain: "You're an idiot Harry."

My heart: "You chose me, and you chose wisely."

I was sick, I knew that.

Having affection for a man that has you confined in unfamiliar walls so much, that now are not so much unfamiliar. For an instant, the thought of being slowly brainwashed ran across my mind.

Ever since I admitted that I didn't hate Louis, and stated honestly that I liked him, he's been acting weird.

Weirder than usual.

Our cat sat in my lap when Louis called me, "Haz!"

I walked in the living room to find him holding up a box. I looked at him quizzically, "Uh."

He looked nervous, shaky even. "This is for you."

The pink with a white ribbon was held out to me and I stood a few centimeters back, still at unease.

"Please accept it." At that,  I grabbed it, and sat down on the cream couch.

I slowly untie the ribbon, and open the soft box.

The birds sang.

The curtains flew.

My heart  blushed.

"A dress." I said quietly, still internally questioning if the gift was truly mine. "Um."

I loved it. The white lace overflown with white, pale ruffles, it was all pure. Beautiful. It was different from what I wore. But undoubtedly, I fell in love with it.

I stood up, and hugged Louis, and he gasped at my sudden action, "thank you."

I never reached that side of me, but somehow Louis reached for it for me. He knew me more than I knew myself. It scared me, but also crammed butterflies in cages; my stomach, heart, and head. Fuzzy.

"No, thank you, Harry." I felt his smile on my shoulder, and if would've known this was the beginning of a disaster,

I would've ran.

But like any other person that has fallen; I was blind.