Just Silly Kids (Larry Stylinson)

24. How To Tell

It was that Saturday evening when Louis laid in his bed with his almost sleeping Hazza in his arms that he wondered what was still holding him back from telling him. He knew Harry at least liked him a little bit, judging by the way he disliked Eleanor and the encouragement and stories from Liam and Niall.

But Louis wanted to make it special. He did not just want to tell Harry, "Oh by the way, I'm in love with you. Please be my boyfriend."
But he also felt like it was not special enough to take Harry out on a date and give him flowers. It was just too boring.

He wanted to do something exciting. Something that would stay in their memories when they grew old together and had their own children falling in love. For a second, Louis thought 'why not propose already?' but then he laughed to himself. This was a bit too fast. Plus, he could do something even more special for their proposal.

Funny how he was already thinking about marriage when Harry was not even his boyfriend yet. He looked down on Harry's face, how he was sleeping peacefully in Louis' arms and the older boy suddenly could not wait until he was able to kiss him.

There had been similar moments like this. Moments, when he was just watching his best friend and wished nothing more than to lean forward and catch those pink lips with his own. Even back when he had not known what exactly it meant he sometimes caught himself watching Harry talk and getting the urge to lean forward and shut him up with his own lips.

Louis realized how stupid he had been that he had not seen these signs before. He had to chuckle at his own stupidity.

"Lou?" A sleepy murmur came from beside him.

"Shh, Haz." He kissed his forehead assuringly. "Go to sleep. I love you."

Harry cuddled closer into his chest, murmuring something that sounded a lot like "Love you, Boo."

Louis smiled, feeling giddy. Sure, they had said this plenty of times and it was not the 'I'm in love with you forever' he wanted to say or hear, but this was the first time he was aware of the deeper feelings beneath this sentence.

The only acceptable love declaration that came to Louis' mind was fireworks and writing it into the sky with an aeroplane. Of course, he could not do that but everything else seemed too small.

Louis fell asleep, deciding to ask Liam or maybe one of the girls if they had a better idea.

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Harry sat next to Niall on the bleachers who was sitting beside Liam, watching Louis run around the football field. It was the first game of the season. They had all forgotten about it because of the whole Love-Crisis between Louis and Harry.

Their school was playing against the high school that was closest to them by a distance of fifteen minutes drive: The Wolfgang-Goethe-School. They were wearing boring red and white shirts while their school was much more noticeable with their yellow and green shirts. Louis was killing his outfit in Harry's opinion.

He sighed dreamily, noticing Niall roll his eyes beside him. "Doesn't he look fantastic, Ni?" Harry smiled, not tearing away his eyes from the sweaty Louis for a second. He had just won the ball and was now passing it over to another player who was completely irrelevant in Harry's opinion. Niall just snorted at Harry's comment. "Liam agrees with me, right Li?" He flopped his hand around, trying to touch Liam but still not ready to leave Louis with his gaze.

"Umm... sure?" Liam agreed hesitantly. He could not see what was looking so great about Louis right now. Yes, objectively, Louis was a good looking lad but right now his sweaty hair was falling into his from the effort reddened face.