Little Boo Bear

8

Louis' P.O.V

I knew it since we were twelve years old.

Harry was all the fucking days following me from one corner of the playground to the other corner of the toilets. It was stressful, I know it, but since then I knew my really feelings about him.

I tried to silence them by jerking off, but the only thing I could think of was in Harry and his stupid curls.
I wish I could had never know it, because everything sucks right now.

Just imagine you have to share your bedroom with the person that you are in love with!

I feel all the time attracted to him. And you know everything is wrong, that nothing will be alright...

But you do it.

'Cause you love him.

When I turn around, I see him. Lying in his bed, with the sheet covering his thin and white skin. I know all his features perfectly. The way his long and brown curls falls down in his neck. His green eyes, as green as the grass. The pink and soft lips, that in my dreams are mine. And his four nipples, sometimes I wish I could stare at them without feeling awkward.

I don't know if it's sane to know all this information...

But I just know he makes me feel alive.

The windows are open, he likes to sleep feeling cold, and when his pillowcase is quite warm, he turns it around just for feeling the cold side.

I'm at home, finally.

And I love it.