since back when ➸larry stylinson (temporary hold)

10th Grade (Sophomore)

Harry's POV

Sophomore year seemed to be going by utterly slow. The same as all the other years. I would go to school every day, Louis would go to my house after school and sleepover, and we would act like the best friends we've always been.

I was happy, but there was something inside me wanting more. I had a tiny feeling it was my heart, begging me to finally just tell him.Tell him that every night in bed, when he was wrapped in my arms, I resisted the urge to kiss him and love him and tell him that he was mine and nobody else's.

I knew I was old enough to understand what love was. It wasn't just a crush when it had been going on for 3 years, probably even longer.

"Louis?" I asked, as we sat on my bed doing our homework silently. He was quite absorbed in his math homework; his face was twisted in deep concentration.

"Yeah?" He mumbled, not looking up from his paper. I watched his fingers squeeze his pencil tightly as it broke, the lead rolling off the paper. He sighed quietly and reached into his backpack for another pencil, but I grabbed his arm. Louis had seemed depressed lately. He was always sighing and frowning and giving me this painful look that broke my heart to see.

So as he first looked at my hand on his arm, then showed me his ocean blue eyes that I loved so much, I knew what I had to do. I leaned over the layers of books and papers and smiled slightly before pressing my lips against his.

I was a bit shocked at the fact that I was actually doing this, I was kissing Louis.

And he was kissing me back.

"Harry," Louis sighed into my lips, and I shivered. His lips were warm and soft and so perfect. I reached my hand up to cup his cheek, shoving the books off of his lap and pulling him so he was leaning against the headboard of my bed. And sure, the kiss was a bit sloppy, but neither of us had kissed anyone before. I wrapped my arms around Louis' waist and then my legs, and I still wasn't close enough.

I finally pulled back, breathless. My hands were shaking and I couldn't help but let a foolish smile cross my face.

"What was that for?" Louis breathed, and his ocean eyes were sparkling like they used to when were young, and they were slightly hooded as he stared at me.

"I've been waiting so long to do that," I whispered, lightly running my fingers over my tingling lips.

I had just kissed my best friend. The boy who knew everything about me, the boy who I'd known since kindergarten.

I grinned as he smiled sheepishly, his cheeks flushed as he avoided my eyes.

"Hey, look at me," I giggled, gently turning his chin towards me.

His eyes flickered back and forth between me and the wall behind me, causing me to chuckle a bit. I was suddenly much more confident and happy and free. I felt a bubble of laugher erupt from my throat and I held Louis tighter to me.

Was I an idiot for laughing in the middle of such an important moment?

Yes.

"Harry," Louis choked, hitting my cheek gently as I clung him so tight to me that I knew I was cutting off his airways.

"What?" I buried my face in his neck, smiling and unable to stop giggling. I just loved the feeling of his soft skin and warmth against me.

"Can you," he stuttered, seeming a bit nervous. I pulled back and pressed my forehead against his, unable to form coherent words. My heart was beating so fast I thought it would break and I didn't care because Louis kissed me back.