The Brunette

Chapter 52

(Louis's pov): "Does it look ok to you?" Harry asks me nervously. "It looks perfect babe. They'll love it." I assure him. "You sure?" He asks, touching his bottom lip with one hand. "Will you stop worrying?" I laugh, walking towards him.

"You're the best brother ever. Edward is so lucky to have you." I smile, holding his hand. He squeezes tightly and I know he's still nervous. "Come on, lets go downstairs and tell Ed its ready." I try pulling his towards the door but he resists, staying in place.

"But there's something I want to do." He smiles mischievously, taking a high tech camera out of his sweatshirt pocket. "Here, I don't know how to work cameras." He says, handing it to me before walking off to sit a few feet sway from the edge of the pool. I sit on the edge of a pool chair in front of him, fiddling with the camera until I get it to start recording.

I set it on the pool chair, aimed towards harry and I move to sit by him. "Harry, what are you going to do?" I ask curiously. "Remember how you said you had a youtube channel and you wanted to put up a new video with me in it?" He reminds me. "You and Bella." I tease. "No, I think you just wanted me." He smirks, leaning back on his hands.

"So you want to be in one of my videos." I prompt him. He nods, "You can introduce me as your boyfriend." He smiles unknowingly. I freeze. "Um maybe that's not such a good idea." I say slowly. He hesitates, confused, "Uh, can I ask why?" He questions, tilting his had to the side slightly. My mind races, offering lame excuses why I can't say he's my boyfriend. I sigh, deciding to tell the truth. "Harry," "

Are you..." He interrupts me quietly. "Are you embarrassed of me?" He looks up at me, eyes wide, mouth slightly agape. "No no no baby I would never be embarrassed of you." I cry, shaking my head. "Then why can't you tell them Im your boyfriend? You love me right?" He asks. "Of course I love you Haz. I love you so much." I try to hold his hands but he pulls them away violently.

The wind around is seems to blow harder, whistling around us. "Then why don't you want them to know about me?" He repeats, almost yelling. "Because they don't know Im gay." I admit, just as loud as him. There's a pause. The wind stops, leaving us in silence. "Oh." He averts his gaze, looking up at the still darkening sky.

A star or two litters the void, seeming to glow twice as bright to somehow fill the empty space. The lights we set up at the edge of the roof light up Harry so that he looks like a gold statue; his regretful and melancholy expression is tragically highlighted in such a heart-wrenchingly lovely way, that he looks more beautiful than any sunset that has ever taken place in the world.

"Harry, Its ok. I'll tell them. Then you can be in my videos. You'll be in all of them." I promise, reaching to touch his arm. He looks at me, giving me a half smile, "That would be nice." He says quietly. I giggle, and he lights up, bending down to kiss me. I smile into the kiss, touching his cheek tenderly. He pulls away, eyes sparkling happily.

"Go ahead and tell them, I'll be sitting right over there." He motions to a pool chair before trying to get up, "No, don't go." I hold his arm to keep him here. "I want you to hold me." I ask cautiously. He smiles, sitting back down. He pulls me into his lap carefully, kissing me on the head. I giggle, looking up at him. He chuckles down at me, kissing my nose.

"I love you." I whisper, trying to hold back a giggle. "I love you too." He murmurs, pressing his lips in the space between my eyebrows. I let out my giggle and he chuckles as I look back to the camera. The green light blinks, reminding me that this is being recorded.

I feel nervous.

They're going to hate me.

Through all our years together, they're going to stop liking all my videos.