“…oh and please don’t touch my hair; I spent an hour fixing it.” Liam says before stepping forward to click the record button on the camera.
We’re sat on the stairs getting ready to record another one of those mandatory video diaries and Liam just won’t stop reminding us about what we’re going to talk about in the next 2 to 3 minutes.
“Oh man, that’s not cool, Liam.” Louis rolls his eyes. “I was totally looking forward to caressing your hair. Dammit.”
Liam ignores him and presses the button. I count ‘til 3 before introducing us and right when I finish Louis lets out a loud sneeze.
“Louis!” Liam scowls.
“What was I supposed to do?!” Louis asks disbelievingly.
“Hold it in!” Liam says exasperatedly, all while Niall’s trying hard not to laugh.
Zayn sighs before reassuring Liam for the millionth time that we can edit the video, then he goes on to talk about last weekend’s performance.
I look down at Louis where he’s sitting next to Liam and catch him looking at me with a mischievous glint in his eyes. He nods towards Liam—specifically towards his hair—and I know what he wants me to do, but to be quite honest, I don’t really want to face his wrath today. I also never say no to Louis.
As Zayn urges Liam to thank the fans, he extends his hand to mess up Liam’s hair a bit and I take that as a sign to follow suite. Then Louis does too and soon Liam’s trying to slap off all our hands.
“Stop it!” he cries but Louis ignores him.
After hurriedly thanking the fans to get that one shot, he turns and slaps Louis’ arm. “You’re such a dick.” He glares.
“Liam!” Louis whines, mimicking the way Liam did a few minutes ago. “Now we have to cut that out.”
I try to keep in my laughs whereas Niall lets them all out, leaning back on Zayn’s knees.
We spend the next few minutes answering fan questions and I try to pay attention to the other boys but all I see is how Louis seems bored and unusually quiet. Once Liam says we’re done, Louis takes my hand and drags me into the hallway.
“Can we talk?” He says while looking at the carpeted floor.
“Sure, what’s up Lou?” I ask.
“Not here.” He mutters before taking my hand again. He takes me to the front room and we put on our boots and jackets before heading outside. Once we’re in the safe shadows of the trees he lets out a breath and looks at me. We stare back at each other for a few seconds before he steps forward until there’s an inch between our faces.
“Lou—” I start but he shushes me. I can smell the mint coming off his breath.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yes, of course. With my life.” I blurt. Okay, maybe the last part was a bit intense.
“Okay,” he shudders and wraps his arms around my shoulders. “I’m going to try something,” is all he says before pressing his lips to mine. I don’t know what to do so I stay frozen on the spot with my eyes closed. Once he senses that I’m not planning on pushing him away, his shoulders relax and he drops his arms to link our fingers together. A few seconds later he pulls away but keeps our hands together.
“I don’t understand…” I whisper.
“Me neither.” He confesses, searching my face.
“But Hannah—” I start. So many things are going through my head and my heart is pounding so hard I’m sure that Louis can hear it.
“I broke up with her on Monday.” He interrupts without looking away from my face.
A moment of silence passes between us before I dare to speak again.
“Did you—did you like it?” my voice breaks pathetically.
He looks at me thoughtfully before moving his hand to my face and rubbing his thumb over my cheek bone. “More than I should.” He must notice my frown because he quickly starts talking again, “I mean, I wouldn’t say no if you were willing to do it again.” He gives me a sly smile while looking at me through his lashes.
This boy, I swear.
I take the necessary step to get to him and press our lips together, taking hold of the back of his neck. He moves his hand from my cheek to the place where my sweater meets my collarbones and leaves it there, pressed to my bare skin. Though his hand should feel icy from the weather, all I feel is fire. He opens his mouth and I mimic him, moving my head for a better angle. It’s quite sloppy and unsynchronized but the way I can feel his pulse thrumming under my fingertips makes me forget that.
When we pull away again we’re both smiling and trying to catch our breath.
“I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to do that, like, a lot more.” I say quietly while trying to hide the blush threatening to show on my cheeks.
He laughs and links our fingers together before pulling me towards the house.
“We probably need to talk about all of this though.” I muse while we’re taking our shoes off.
“Probably,” he agrees. “But not now. When Liam falls asleep tonight, I’m going to go to your bunk, okay?”
“Of course.” I smile softly.
He scans the room for people before turning to me and pressing a quick kiss to my mouth.
“See you at dinner.” He offers a shy smile before caressing my cheek and walking out of the room.
I can’t help but be a bit bubblier the rest of the evening, I mean can anyone really blame me? My crush just kissed me! Sure, I’d never really admitted my feelings to myself before but it’s just because I’d always been in denial. I guess now I can proudly state that I fancy Louis Tomlinson. And… he probably—possibly—feels the same way.
When Liam finally turns off the light my heart start beating a bit faster. It’s just a few minutes until Liam falls asleep and then Louis will come to my bunk. I hope he’ll kiss me again. I must’ve been too distracted while trying to steady my breathing because I certainly don’t notice when Louis appears in front of me, shirtless and shivering.
“I’m freezing, c’mon!” he hisses.
I scoot back and lift the covers before he crawls in next to me once. Once he’s settled into the warms, I let out a quite apology but he seems to be too busy nuzzling my neck to notice.
We stay silent for a few minutes, holding each other before I gently scratch at his scalp to get his attention.
“We need to talk.” I whisper.
He hums in agreement before taking a deep breath. “There isn’t much to talk about; I broke up with Hannah, I like you, and I want to be more than friends.” He says all of that so bluntly that I start to suspect that all of this is just some sort of joke to him. When I tell him that, he pulls away from me and looks at me with serious eyes.
“Of course not, Harry. I really do like you. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but just friends don’t kiss each other. Especially guys.”
When he sees the doubt on my face, he pulls me in for a hug and kisses my forehead. “I would never want to hurt you. You need to know that.”
“I know.” I assure him.
When he looks at me again, he asks me the unspoken question and I nod, giving him permission. He then scurries closer and presses his lips to mine. When he pulls away a few minutes later, he buries his face in the crook of my neck and presses a gentle kiss behind my ear. “I hope we can do this.” He whispers before settling back on the pillow and closing his eyes.
I hope so too.
( I don't know if I'm supposed to put "A/N" in the beginning of these but I think it's too late now. Oh well.)
