Forbidden Fruit

Chapter - 21

Louis's POV

Walking towards the café I asked Harry to meet me at I realised that this was all really happening. I had gone over the things I wanted to say to him about a hundred times.

I figured asking my sister for a little help would be appropriate as our mum had already mentioned about Harry, explaining our situation.

She gave me biggest relief by not judging me upon the whole crushing over a student thing. Yes, I had come to terms of acceptance with the fact I, Louis Tomlinson had a massive crush on Harry Styles.

I might even be a bit too infatuated by this boy but how can someone not. He was living, breathing perfection and I had the opportunity to have met him even though the circumstances weren't in my favour.

The conversation with my mother that had happened earlier left me with solid clarity over the entire situation.

Prior to that talk, I was sure to let Harry down, too scared to face the consequences but the exchange with my mum made me discern that maybe somethings in life are worth taking a risk for.

Harry Styles was definitely worth it.

Just as I walked past the window of Lottie's shop, I saw Harry sitting on a chair by the wall while Lottie handed him a cup which I assume would be his drink. The two of them started to talk, with her taking a seat right across him.

I released a long breath which I wasn't even aware I had been holding and with one last mental pep talk entered the premises. Both their heads whipped in my direction and I observed a faint blush on Harry's cheeks.

Swiftly moving towards the pair I give my sister a hug.

"Thank you for doing this"

I whisper carefully in her ear to which she replies with a cheeky wink.

I take the seat which was previously acquired by Lottie, giving Harry a wide smile. I could tell the boy was nervous as I watched him become a little uneasy.

The two of us were sitting in complete silence and I took this opportunity to admire the beauty in front of me.

Lottie soon came to our table and placed another cup filled with my choice of beverage but I was too focussed on Harry to acknowledge her.

I watched Harry break our little stare fest by moving his gaze down to his hands that were placed on the table.

Without thinking twice about my actions I placed mine on top of his, undoubtedly enjoying the feeling that gave me. Further venturing I gently intertwined his fingers with mine. The action was certainly not sorry for when Harry's eyes once again met mine.

The silence lasted for a few more minutes as I prepped my self to talk to the gorgeous boy sat in front of me when I finally spoke, keeping my voice barely audible but sure that he could hear.

"I'm so sorry baby.."

I couldn't believe the words that had left my mouth but I didn't let Harry see the inner turmoil that had taken in motion.

Keeping my calm, I took a moment to analyse his expression which was sheer confusion. He had just started to utter something but I quickly shushed him.

"Don't!  Just let me complete. I-I need to get this out and I want you to listen to me and answer me. Honestly. Can you do that?"

He gives me a soft nod and I'm shocked to see how relaxed he appears now.

"Harry I know that you are well aware of how I might feel about you, given the past incidents and let me just begin by saying that I don't regret them, any of them"

I give him a small smile which I'm happy he returns.

"Now do you regret them or not like-"

"I don't. I really don't Mr.Tom-"

"Louis, please just call me Louis"

"Louis" he tests it out and I'm honestly in love with the way it sounds coming out of his mouth.

"That's a- I don't know. Harry.." I breathe out "I really like you, as wrong as it is, I do. I was captivated by you the moment I saw you and it was inexact for me to call you with the various....things I called you but the point is I don't feel contrite about them. Neither for attempting to kiss you, twice. I just..I couldn't stop myself. Today, I called you here to put a stop on all of this-"I watch as the poor boy's face drops yet I continue "-but that's not what I'm going to do. I've debated over this a million times in my head, asking myself the same question 'whether sustaining my actions worth the risk losing my job and possibly destroy my career?' and yes, you're worth it"

"It really won't matter to me what you have to say because I really wanted to put it out there and lastly I want to apologise for standing you up the way I did at that playground.  Believe me, the only thing I wanted to do was to kiss those lips of yours but my dad, he just happened to call at the wrong time and I'm so sorry about that" I finish by releasing a deep breath.

Fret clearly visible in my cast, I look to the boy who's looking at me with a shy smile.

"I like you too louis"

And that's I need to stand up to go over to his side of the table. He himself stood up to meet my stance and as much as I wanted to savour this moment I gently took hold of the boys chin and smashed my lips against his.

The feeling so overwhelming I waned to scream in merriment. His soft warm lips moving with my thinner and slightly chapped ones was one sensation I never wanted to stop.

But still, I moved away slowly from this short-lived paradise. We haven't even kissed for so long but both of were equally breathless. As much as I wanted to dive back to capture his lips with mine once again I controlled myself and pressed our foreheads together.

Both of enjoyed the warmth radiating off the other's body, standing so close to each. I placed my hands on his hips bringing him in closer while he played his arms around my neck.

We stood there just hugging each other Closer for the next few minutes. I could feel him smiling while he hurried his face into my neck. Not wanting to miss out on that charming expression I pulled him out to place our foreheads together again.

All I could think of was what a wonderful sight. His lips curled into a breathtaking smile with his eyes shining bright surrounded by his adorable baby curls. This was a sight I wouldn't mind looking at all the time.

Looking at his face I finally cognise that this is the beginning of something, unaware of the grisly turn of events awaiting my destiny.