Long Live Us

Chapter Thirteen

(Harry's POV)

"I mean I like like you..." I said slowly.

Mine and louis eyes were locked together, both unsure of the next move.

"I, I... um, wow." He stuttered.

"I know it's weird, but I've liked you for a long time now, and I just, I feel like you should know... I'm sorry you probably hate me now and-"

"Shut up, Haz. C'mere" and before I knew it, our lips had reconnected.

I pulled away a few moments later because I was still confused about his feelings towards me.

"Wait, so.. what is this...?" I pointed back in both of us.

"What do you want us to be?" He whispered seductively into my ear.

"Well... I was hoping I could possibly be your boyfriend?" I suggested awkwardly.

"Mmm... I like the sound of that, Styles." We both layed down on my bed just staring up into space.

"If I get sick because of your germs, imma be mad, boy." He laughed after a couple minutes of silence.

"Well, if you do get sick, you can get a bunch of cuddles and kisses from me" I said sweetly, stroking his cheek.

"Kiss me again, Hazza."

And then we were back at it. I suddenly didn't feel ill anymore. It was as if he was my cure all along.

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(A/N) sorry this is so short, I'll update again and have it up by next week, I swear! Thanks for reading