"I want to fall in love before I'm thirty and get married," His curly hair fell in his eyes and he quickly brushed it out of his face, "If I don't, will you marry me?" The other boy's blue eyes glimmered in the moonlight and Harry smiled softly.
Louis sighed and smiled back, "Of course, Harry." Harry giggled happily and hugged his best friend. The hug was tight and so full of compassion, Louis couldn't handle it. He pushed Harry away and snickered, "Too tight! I can't breathe when you hug me like that, you fool!" The boy with curls bit his lip and smiled. He'd never been this happy with someone before. Every time he was with Louis he had a feeling of butterflies taking flight in his stomach. He said he wanted to fall in love before thirty, but he's already fallen for the boy sitting in front of him now, a smile laced on his face, the moon coming through the window, lighting Louis' face beautifully. Louis looked so amazing and Harry wished he could tell him that for the rest of their lives.
"Well, Harry..." Harry hummed and brushed his hair out of his face, "I guess we have 14 years to fall in love." Louis grabbed Harry's face and pulled him close, pressing their lips together. Louis' hands dropped from Harry's cheeks onto his shoulders. Harry grasped Louis' waist and pulled him closer, kissing back passionately. This was their first kiss and Harry was so happy to be sharing it with Louis.
Harry pulled back and flicked his tongue across his lips, "I think I already have..." The boy with cerulean eyes covered his mouth and smiled so big, his eyes were nearly closed. Harry noticed there was more of a twinkle in them now and gasped, "Oh no! No-no, Lou, please don't cry!" He reached to cradle Louis' face in his hands and Louis dropped his hand from his face, still smiling. The tears fell from his eyes one after another and wouldn't stop, no matter how many times Harry tried wiping them away. Louis finally brushed Harry's hands away and wrapped his arms around Harry's neck. He sobbed into Harry's shoulder and Harry rubbed his back soothingly.
"Shhh... Lou, please don't cry. You're too beautiful to cry..." Louis cried harder, pulling Harry closer.
When Louis finished crying he sat back on his calves, "I love you, Styles." His green eyes widened and his cheeks flushed. He didn't expect it and he began crying. "No, Harry. You can't be a big baby too, that's my job!" Louis joked, snickering and tearing up at the sight of tears rolling down Harry's face and dripping off his chin.
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Harry's voice rang out through the auditorium and his peers clapped and sang along to the song Harry wrote. He loved it, he loved watching these people enjoy his music, he loved seeing the smiles on their faces, he loved it so much. As his eyes scanned the room, he found Louis. The boy was smiling and swaying to the beat of the song. He knew it was about him. He knew he was Harry's Sweet Creature. Harry waved and smiled at Louis.
"Sweet Creature, Sweet Creature, wherever I go... You bring me home..." Harry sang, his eyes closed. He rocked back on his heels away from the mic. His friends, Niall and Liam, finished off the song with him.
The crowd clapped and cheered for the boys on stage as they gathered their things and left backstage. "That was fucking awesome!" Niall laughed, taking off his guitar and placing it on the ground. "You were like, 'sweeeeeeet creeeature" and Liam and I were like, 'oooooooOUH ooooooo'. Ahaha! I love doing this!" Liam snickered and patted Niall on the shoulder, Harry only rolled his eyes and smiled. Liam and Niall moved here at the beginning of freshman year and have been friends with Harry ever since.
Liam sat down in the seat behind him, taking a gulp of cool water from his water bottle. "Well, Nialler," he flipped his bangs out of his face, "We can do it again in three months. Oh wait... Is it two?" Niall shrugged and they both looked to Harry.
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RomanceHarry watched as Louis, the man he had been in love with for years, slowly and affectionately intertwined his long, slender fingers with the petite fingers of a girl's hand. Harry closed his eyes to block out the image, but the scent of coffee-rich...