Look After You

Chapter 19

   One flight down, two more to go. Louis began on the second staircase, heart beat increasing rapidly. Not because he was winded from the stairs, he was very fit for someone who never worked out, it was from nerves. Only thirty-six more steps before he was face to face with the boy he had fallen hopelessly in love with those many months ago. It wasn't a bad nervous, well maybe it was, Louis couldn't be sure. He had never been so nervous in his entire twenty years. Not when he first auditioned for the X-Factor. Not when he was put together into a band with four strangers. Not when One Direction was put through to the finals. This was a new kind of nervous. This was love.

   He reached the end of the third flight and began down the quiet hallway on Harry's floor. His heart would've already thumped its way right out of his chest if it weren't for his ribcage. He passed three doors and he knew the next one would be Harry's. He stopped breathing when he heard the distinctive laugh from the other side of the door. Oh fuck, here we go. With an exhaled sigh, Louis' knuckles rapped against the hard surface. If I run now, I could make it to the stairwell and he'd never see me. Louis decided that would be his 'Plan B' if he didn't drop dead from a heart attack first. He watched as the shining doorknob began to turn and the door pulled away from him. Oh God!

   "Oh, hey Lou! What's--" Oh, Louis couldn't help himself anymore. Gently grabbing the baby face in front of him, he pressed his thin lips against Harry's full ones. It wasn't a rough kiss, but it was eager.

   At first, Harry's lips didn't move against Louis' and the older lad began to panic. Why isn't he kissing back!? Does he not feel the same way anymore!? But soon, all his worries washed away as the lips began to move along with the thin ones that captured them in the first place. Louis pushed Harry back into the flat and shoved the door closed behind the two boys, conjoined at the lips. Harry turned the kiss into an aggressive and hungry...almost desperate lip-lock as he gripped at Louis' striped shirt, huge wads of fabric in each fist. Louis' hands had found their way into the younger boy's curls and had managed to twist his fingers deep within the messy locks.

   Louis was the first to pull away, much to Harry's protest, and never opened his eyes as a wide smile cracked his lips in half. Harry rested his forehead against the slightly shorter boy's, causing Louis to finally open his blue eyes. "Hey." He breathed, looking deeply into Harry's jade eyes.

   "Hey." The moppy headed boy replied, never breaking the gaze. "Why're your lips so red? I didn't bite that hard." 

   "I had a lollipop on my way up." Louis smirked, touching his tingling lips with a slender finger.

   "I thought you tasted too sweet." A cheeky smile caused a deep pink blush to cover Louis' face. 

   "Bite me, Styles." Louis chuckled, rolling his eyes at the boy.

   "Already did." Harry winked and laughed when Louis' face got a shade darker.

   Still in disbelief, Louis pulled away from the taller lad and examined him. "My jumper!"

   Harry looked down at the navy blue sweater that covered his upper half. "Oh, yeah. So basically, I was going to give it back, but decided I need a souvenir to remind me of you." Harry smiled, tugging gently at the strings of the hood.

   "I was looking everywhere for that this morning!" Louis scowled playfully before pecking Harry on the lips quickly.

   "Oh, that reminds me," The green-eyed teenager licked his lips before continuing. "What the hell was that all about?" 

   Louis laughed at the question he had been waiting for. "I found your notebook!" Harry looked confused by the explanation and Louis rolled his eyes. "The one you left under your bed?" The expression never changed and the older boy covered his face with his hands. "The one with the letter you wrote me?" He spoke through his fingers.

   "Lou, there's this thing called 'texting' and it kinda makes letters obselete..." Harry cocked his head at his exasperated friend.

   "Oh, for the love of God..." Louis mumbled, fishing in his back pocket for the letter he ripped out of the notebook. "This letter." He shoved the piece of paper towards Harry, who unfolded it and immediately flushed pink with embarrassment.

   "You weren't suppose to read this..." Harry rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "But I'm glad you did."

   Louis' lips were pressed against Harry's once again. "I love you, Haz." He mumbled against his lips.

   "I love you too, Boo Bear."

   The door flew open and a familiar Irish accent broke their lip contact. "I told you he went to party with Harry!"

   "Oh my God, Niall..." Zayn shook his head at the blonde, thumb and pointer finger pinching the bridge of his nose.

   Louis grunted and kicked the door shut, leaving the two boys in the hallway. As Louis and Harry's lips found each other's again, Niall's laughter erupted from the other side of the door, but the two couldn't be bothered by their friends. They finally had each other, and that's all that mattered.