"Don't confess, write songs." An advice by Harry Styles.

I should've kissed you (l)

It was about ten pm when Louis showed up at the building. The neon letters and the soft sound of music were inviting. He hasn't been pissed in a really long time, he could use a drink. Thank God for the fact that Niall was Irish and knew the good clubs when it came to booze. Louis showed his ID (actually, don't thank God at all, He was the one who made him that small so people still thought he was underage) and went inside, looking for the Irish. It didn't take long before he found him. But he needed to take care of his friend who showed up beside him.

'Leewwwwissssss,' Louis heard next to him. It was a very drunk Zayn. He was lucky he always drove with Liam and Liam didn't drink.

'How many drinks did you have in just half an hour?' Louis laughed.

'Infiniteeehhhhhh,' Zayn sung happily. 'Oh, and your boyfriend Curly's here too.'

'My boyfriend Curly? You don't mean Eleanor, do you?'

'No, silly Lou,' Zayn giggled for a second. 'It's the Hazza from the songs.'

Louis' mind went blank for a moment. Harry? Was that true? Was Harry here? He couldn't face him right now. Not without mental preparation. With that, Louis was still too confused about his feelings. Who fell in love through songs anyway? Was that even possible? Was it even love? He needed to get out of here before he'd go mental.

'Go find your boyfriend, Z, I need to go to the bathroom,' Louis said and he felt as if it was all too crowded here which in fact actually was, but it never bothered him.

'Lima beeaaannnnn,' Zayn said while walking away like a dizzy penguin. Well, he looked like a penguin anyway.

Louis quickly looked for a toilet. Luckily there was no queue. He walked into the room. Empty. His own image in the mirror looked messy. Somehow, it became like a movie, the TL-lights on the ceiling made it all worse. The whole situation made him look worse even though he looked as good as he looked when he left. He splashed some water in his face and exhaled.  When he finally received the courage to face Harry (and the rest) he walked to the exit, but-

'Oops!'

'Hi.'

A curly-haired lad, taller than himself, just bumped into Louis. Curly hair. Didn't Zayn say something about his Hazza having curly hair? Oh, and curly you like is here too. Yes, he did. Could this be Harry? No, Louis was just going mad. Not every guy with curly hair is called Harry. That's just weird. The Maybe-Harry now looked up and Louis got captivated in his jade green eyes. For a second he forgot to breathe. If he did breathe, he probably would've seen how Maybe-Harry forgot how to use his lungs too.

'Oh my- You're Louis Tomlinson. I am so, so sorry. God, I'm stupid,' the Maybe-Harry said panicking.

'Wow, calm down there, love, I for a fact am indeed. Are you a fan?' Louis replied with a fond smile. This fella was kind of cute. But Louis was waiting for Harry, not this Maybe-Harry.

'W-Well, I do like your music, but I'm actually here with Niall.' Maybe-Harry-But-Now-Most-Probably-Harry blushed. God, he was cute. Wait, he was with-

DID THAT MEAN THAT THIS MAYBE-HARRY WAS DEFINITELY-HARRY?

'Hold up, is there any chance you might be Harry?' Louis asked cautiously. Maybe-Harry-But-Now-Almost-Definitely-Harry nodded.

THIS WAS LOUIS' HARRY. HIS HARRY. THE HARRY HE LOVES. AND DAMN HE WAS CUTE AND LOVELY AND BEAUTIFUL AND FUNNY AND PRETTY AND BREATHTAKING AND KIND AND POLITE AND-

Alright, let's get out of Louis' mind for a second. He couldn't think normal at the moment.

'So you're the one who wrote Girl Crush and 18? They're so fucking amazing,' Louis complimented. Harry blushed, muttering a thank you. It only made the older lad fall more in love with him. A flushing toilet was to be heard and they both got back from their pink glittery cloud again.

'So, uhm, I think I should go-' Harry said awkwardly.

'Can I maybe have your number?' Louis asked out of the blue. Harry's smile grew wider. God, this boy would be Louis' death one day.

'Give me your phone then,' Harry chuckled. The older lad gave him the iPhone and Harry typed his number. He then left without another word. Louis looked back at his phone.

Hazza :D

And then Louis realised that he'd never loved anyone and never will love anyone more than he loved Harry.