Harry's P.O.V
"Good morning love." I heard Louis say. His sleepy voice in the morning was the sexiest thing ever. I was lucky to be able to wake up to that ever single day. Well it's only been two years, but I guess I've been the the luckiest guy ever for the past two years.
I never thought this is how things would end up. All it took was three months, that's it. I ended up living with the person I loved for a long time. All along, I kept my mouth shut. See, the thing is, I've never thought he'd turn out to be gay like me too. His name is Louis William Tomlinson. Despite the fact that we started becoming friends because of an accident that occurred in the past, nothing could ever separate after that. I guess it was only because we both realized that we had something. Ever since the first day we had finally talked, I felt a connection. He's the most caring and lovely boyfriend ever. Today, we celebrate our two year anniversary together. But it's not only that, it's more than that. It's the event that had brought us together. This day, June 24 2008, was when both our parents died. It was no coincidence that it was on the same day or I guess you could say it was...
"Hello. How did you sleep?" I said.
"Great. What are you up to today?"
He turned around and checked the alarm clock, which also showed the date.
"It's the big day again." He whispered in my ear.
"That means it's that time of year again. Our romantic date, yeah?" I said, moving closer to him so I could give him a kiss on the cheek.
Afterwards, I got up to go to the washroom and brush my teeth, etc...
"Don't worry about breakfast today, leave it to me." He said, as I grabbed my clothes so I can go take a shower.
"No Louis, it's fine. Let's go out or something. Today, we don't have to worry about that. It's our day." I said back.
"I got a better idea then, we'll cook together."
"Alright then." I said.
Louis' P.O.V
After all this time, I still blame myself for everything. It was all my fault that our parents died. Harry keeps trying to make me feel better by telling me not to blame myself, but we both know that it was my fault. I didn't mean to. Maybe if this hadn't happened, then we wouldn't be friends or be this close though. I love him and the worst thing that I had ever done to him was take his parents away from him. Now, the best and the only thing I can do, was make sure he's happy and take care of him. He is 18 and I'm 20. But, age doesn't matter and our gender either. I mean, love is love, right?
