things i can't (l.s)

Chapter 13

Louis' POV:

It was time to tell Harry how I feel.

I took Harry's hand after I had told him my favourite song by The 1975 was "fallingforyou". Hopefully I wasn't too obvious. The electricity I felt when I took Harry's hand in mine was undeniable and made me blush a little. I sighed and knew that if Harry was going to reject me, that I'd be so hurt. As we walked, I knew what I had in mind for when and where I was going to tell him how I felt. I was going to take him to the spot I saw him at the day we met.

We walked outside and I felt the brisk air on my face. I let go of Harry's hand, just to not make him feel uncomfortable. I still didn't know if he was gay. He kind of winced when I let go, but I didn't let that go to my head. He wasn't wincing because he wanted to hold hands... right?

I directed him towards the forest and he soon spoke up.

"I go here sometimes. It's funny how you out of all the places we could have walked, you took me here," he said, smiling at the forest ground.

We inched closer and closer towards the bench I saw Harry sitting at that day. It was located right next to a small pond with flowers surrounding it. The sun started setting and it began getting dark- moonlight started dripping into the pond water and kissing the flowers. It was a perfect time to tell him.

I directed Harry to sit down and he spoke once again.

"Really, Louis, I don't know how you managed to find the exact place in which I go every time I just need to be away from the world," he said, bending down to swirl his finger in the water.

He looked so beautiful- the way his green eyes lit up as he caressed a flower in his hand. I took in every inch of his perfect face and watched the way he smiled softly to himself. From his bouncy chocolate curls, to his delicate figure, to the way his dimples showed when he smiled- he was the most angelic thing I had ever seen.

"I actually saw you here the first day I met you. I saw the way it looked as if this was the only place you could truly be at peace."

He stopped smiling suddenly as he turned his gaze up towards me and locked his eyes with mine. He looked like he was about to cry.

"You really cared enough to notice something so detailed about me?" He turned his lips up softly. A small tear escaped his eye.

"You don't even know the half of it," I spoke urgently and desperately. I looked into his green orbs and decided that I couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Harry, I'm gay."

He looked confused... but definitely not disgusted. His eyes told me to keep going on with what I was saying.

Harry's POV:

He's gay? Why is he telling me this?

I smiled internally, though, as maybe now I had a chance with him. I locked eyes with him and nodded for him to keep going. He spoke again,

"Ever since I met you last Friday, I haven't been able to get you out of my mind. Fuck, Harry, I like you. You're so beautiful- so perfect in every way. I've had this feeling ever since we met that I need to be with you. I feel this overwhelming desire to protect you and be here for you when you need someone, Harry." His eyes looked desperate and genuine.

I smiled at him before he spoke once more,

"I want you so badly, Haz." He begged.

I took a small breath in before I told him a small truth.

"Lou, I'm bad for you. I'm a freak, can't you see? Nobody likes me, I'm not sure why you like me. But you're the first person since my schooling years started, to actually talk to me. You fucking helped me for fucks sake. You're the only one who's ever cared. But you don't know what kind of shit you'd be getting into if you were with me. I'm bad for you- you deserve so much better than what I have to offer. I'm not worth your time, Louis," I broke down into soft sobs as he wiped away my tears.

"Angel, you're worth it all to me. I don't care what happens at school, or anything else. I'm gonna be the one you can hold onto when you need it most. I just want to be with you." I tried to make him understand just how much I needed him.

"B-But-" Harry stuttered.

As soon as he began to doubt himself again, I grabbed his jaw and pulled it towards me. I kissed him hard and passionately as I waited for him to give me entrance into his mouth. I could tell he'd never kissed anyone before, as he was trying to get the motions down once he'd let my tongue explore his mouth. It was adorable. Our lips danced, needing more from each other. I pulled at Harry's hair, receiving a small moan from his pretty mouth. I pecked his lips once more, and came out of the kiss. I brushed his cheekbone and pressed my forehead against his. Locking eyes with his, I demanded,

"Do not doubt the things I feel for you. I'm here now, no matter what. Okay?" I said, hopeful that he wouldn't turn me down.

"O-okay, Lou." Harry gave in, a little disheveled from the previous activity.

I was so happy to have gotten him so flustered. But I was more happy to have him know that I wasn't going anywhere. I was his, even if he didn't know that fully yet.