The pages of our love.

4.

“I love him, Ni.” Louis whined as he bustled around his living room, trying to tie the bundle of love letters together to throw them in the fire.

“Then why in the fucking hell are you trying to burn those damn letters?” Niall asked, tired and bored out of his mind.

“Because he just realized that he might be, and I put emphasis on ‘might’, gay. And I am long-gone for a straight man.” Louis wailed.

“May I grace you with the fact that you are very oblivious to, but that straightness, mind the heterosexuality, could very well be a ‘might be’ too. Anyone with eyes can see how much he adores you, how much he loves you. And I am using the big ole “L” word for clear emphasis on it. He came over to help your spring-cleaning. He buys you sweaters. He runs his schedule around you. He would drop his life at your call. Everybody can see that, except you. You daft cow!” Niall says dramatically using hand-gestures.

“Well, he hasn’t said anything to me.” Louis huffs out.

“Ever thought of asking him out yourself? “ Niall argues.

“No…” Louis trails off, now twiddling with the spare bit of thread.

“Problem solved. Boy, had I known homosexual’s have the same issues as a woman in a relationship, I would just hang about my Gammy.” Niall rolls his eyes.

“Don’t be mean.” Louis says when the door shuts and in comes Harry.

“Who is being mean to my Lou?” Harry asks, a bag of art supplies in hand.

“How did you come in?” Niall asked.

“Lou gave me a key?” Harry answered.

“I am going. He is all yours.” Niall says as he smirks and gets up to leave.

“Bye?” Harry says confused.

“Stop being so dramatic.” Louis says, rolling his eyes.

~~~~~~

“What are these? Are they addressed to me?” Harry says as he picks up the bundle of letters Louis had tied up to throw in the fire.

“Uh. I can explain?” Louis says as Harry unties the bundle and starts opening the envelopes.

Louis tries to snatch the letters away from Harry, but to no avail.

“Lou… Are these love letters? You wrote them?” Harry says as his eyes scan over the words.

“... And the way your eyes shine when we walk in the sun-lit park, talking about what makes you drive, I fall deeper into the green abyss of them.”

“But you will never know how you make me feel just my holding the door open.”

“Just last night I realized, broken wings hurt more than broken hearts. Because hope makes me live and your eyes reflect my face while I die.”

“... Those lips I wish to touch with my own and that’s a dream, I think of when I am alone…”

“And each passing hour I am with you, my heart weeps and my mind sneers, for I can never have you. You are so close and yet so far.”

“Haz, I-I, um, please can you let me explain?” Louis tries, tears about to fall from his eyes.

“Explain what Louis? That you have been in love with me? That I have been trying to give you signals that I am interested and yet you never act upon them. That secretly we have both been hurting because we are two dumb boys? What? What will you explain? Tell me Louis?” Harry says, emotionlessly.

“Are you telling me you like me?” Louis picks up.

“Like you? Louis I love you. That’s why I tried hinting that I was gay. I wasn’t coming out to you. And I have never been straight to be frank. Your confirmation that you were gay too was an arrow to my heart because I thought you weren’t interested in me. Because I have been hinting on it forever. I liked you ever since you wrote me that note. And even more so after I met you. Wasn’t it clear?” Harry confessed.

‘Have I actually been blind all this time?’ Louis thought.

“Harry… I am sorry. That’s all I can say. But I truly love you. Like a lot. Like an immeasurable bounty of love that’s there just for your taking. Wait, I love you. That’s it. I love you. God damn it! Was it that difficult, no? Am I an idiot, yes! Harry I lov-” The words get muffled as Harry lunges forward and puts his mouth on Louis’ swallowing any words that were about to be spoken.

Louis felt himself lose his senses as the warm feeling of Harry’s tongue barged into his mouth, all around him were blossoms and chocolate, the air was the essence of Harry and all words to wax poetic for that moment were lost to the connection of their souls through their lips.

Harry was holding Louis’ cheeks and Louis pushed his hands so that they were gripping Harry’s shoulders. The room temperature had risen dramatically.

The oxygen was rapidly diminishing from their lungs but this was a humble sacrifice for the moment that elongated their adjoined mouths.

Louis broke apart and pushed Harry in the chest.

“You idiot. I was confessing my lov-” Louis couldn’t catch a break as Harry didn’t let him complete the sentence. Harry just pulled Louis down with him so that he was lying down on the couch with Louis in his lap as they kissed hungrily. Hands were grabbing skin and fingers were carding through hair. The touch on bare skin was like ice and fire.

Tongues slided over each other and massaged the wet muscles together. It was filthy and erotic but sweet like nectar. The night had taken the turn for the better.

~~~~~~

“Looks and smells like wild sex. Why am I delivering breakfast here?” Liam asks as soon as he enters the room. Louis was asleep, naked on the bed, his dignity covered by his white duvet.

“Because you are my best mate and I am too tired.” Harry answers to Liam from where he was lying next to Louis, partially covered by the same duvet.

“Next time, Niall’s the one coming here.” Liam grunts as he puts the breakfast on the ottoman and begins to leave.

“By the way, just because of this now I owe Niall and Zayn 100 bucks. Thanks, asswipe.” Liam says before he leaves.

~~~~~~

“How did you know anyway?” Liam asks as he sits across from him at the tea house.

“Last night, Louis was about to dump the love-letters he wrote into the fire, when I noticed the time and stalled him. Luck was on my side and Harry already had a key. So instead of knocking he just barged in. Louis had no time to dump those letters and accidentally left them on the coffee table. It was only a matter of time before Harry noticed those and read them. I knew what it would lead to. They have been making heart-eyes at each other since I saw them together for the first time.” Niall explains.

Liam just whistles and hands him a 100 pound note.