"Belle" (Larry Stylinson) (boyxboy)

Five

His tan skin had paled since we first met

His eyes were more icy blue than ocean blue

It was now January first

Louis was now eighteen

He was still the most beautiful thing on the planet.

"Lou"

I approached him

He turned around quickly and he had a smile on his lips

"Hello Harold" He said happily as ever

I hate when people call me Harold

But Louis can call me Harold all he wants.

"Happy late birthday"

I held out my hand which was holding a single red rose

"I know they're your favorite"

His pale cheeks turned as red as the rose

"Thank you" he said softly and took the rose from my hand

"I'm sorry I didn't see you on your birthday"

He stepped closer and wrapped his arms around me

I returned the hug

"Don't be sorry" he whispered as he pulled away

"Stay with me tonight" I quickly said with a small, nervous smile

"Of course" was all he said as we began to walk to my house