things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 12

Harry's POV:

I was on my way to Lou's house after he had texted me saying that he wanted me to come over. I still couldn't believe that someone as beautiful as him had cared enough for me the other day to carry me to the nurse and ask me to come over. I couldn't believe that someone had even been speaking to me, let alone do something as kind as that. Louis had in a matter of days, absolutely stolen my heart. Sometimes I didn't even think I had one to begin with. It had felt as though the hurt that I had gone through made my heart no longer exist within my chest. I had felt hollow for so long- so empty inside my soul, I was sure I wouldn't ever feel whole again. Until he showed up. He came into my life and made my heart feel warmth again under the coldness of my rib cage. He made me feel okay- at least while I was absorbed in those blue orbs of his. The genuineness in his smile made the blood rush to my cheeks. He made my heart rush, it couldn't be slowed down.

I arrived in a jiff, anxiously waiting to see what his house looked like inside. It took me a few breathes to get my heart rate to slow down. From the lack of eating and the anxiety running through my veins, it felt like I could explode. I tried to get the feeling of passing out to go away as I walked towards his home. I rang the doorbell and almost right after I did, Louis was there, opening the door for me and telling me to come inside. He looked slightly nervous and I didn't know why. Maybe he was just as nervous for me to see his house as I was to see it. You can tell a lot about someone by their house- their room especially. He lead me into the kitchen where Louis introduced me to his mum.

The woman looked up from chopping some carrots when she smiled at me and said, "Hello, love. I'm Johannah." She seemed really nice. Louis looked at her with loving eyes and I already could tell how involved she was in his life. She seemed to be so caring. I mean, for fucks sake, she was cooking. My mom rarely cooks for me which is why I'm able to get out of eating so often.

"Hi, u-um... I-I'm Harry. It's nice to meet y-you," I stuttered out. God I wish I wasn't so nervous all the time. She smiled and chuckled as she replied, "You seem like such a lovely boy. Just like everything I've heard from this one," she announced, gesturing to Louis and winking. I stood there frozen and unable to catch on to what was going on between them. Louis quickly responded to his mother, "Yeah, hahaha. Okay, any ways, we're gonna go my room. Thanks a lot, mum." She just giggled to herself and began chopping again.

We entered Louis' room and I took in at how messy his room was. I mean, messy for me is a couple shirts on the ground and some miscellaneous items lying around. But really, I didn't mind. His bed was big and comfortable on my bum as I sat down on it.

"Oh, you like The 1975 too?" I inquired, looking over at a poster he had hanging on his wall.

He has good music taste and he's beautiful? It's a win win.

Louis looked over at the poster I was referring to and replied, "Yeah, I have loved them forever. But I hate how popular they're getting now." He rolled his eyes and laughed.

"Me too, you should've seen the number of people at the concert I went to last... It was a fucking nightmare," I chuckled. "What's your favourite song?"

Lou looked up at the ceiling as he pondered for a moment.

"'fallingforyou' I'd say."

I recited the song in my head.

I don't want to be your friend, I want to kiss your neck.
Don't you see me I
I think I'm falling, I'm falling for you.

As the words travelled through my head, I couldn't help but feel so connected to them. They were so true to me, as the feather-haired boy standing in front of me had made me fall so deeply for him.

Louis looked at me as though he desperately needed to say something. He took my hand and said,

"Let's go on a walk?"