When we met

Chapter 12

Harry's P.O.V.

I laid in bed in the wrong direction, staring at the ceiling, using my arm as a pillow. I called out of work and hadn't gotten out of work and hadn't gotten out of bed since I woke up at noon, only shifted myself so my feet were on my pillow. I had my phone on my chest waiting for any sign of life from Louis but he hasn't talked to me in a few days. He didn't show up to Mr. Deakin's Friday dinner again and hasn't even texted me. I felt bad for him honestly. The last thing I wanted to do was pity him but it was impossible when he was being forced to marry someone who he could never love. I especially felt bad for him that he was trying so hard to pretend he didn't love me when he clearly did. He was shit at lying, especially when it came to this. You can just see the love in his eyes. At least I hope he was lying. He could very well have been telling the truth. Even if he wasn't the truth it still hurt to hear him say he didn't. that's something I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But what hurt more was knowing I could never have Louis. We could never be together because of this stupid contract. I wanted to cry, but I've done that too much already over this. I sighed before finally pushing myself up and going into the bathroom to shower. I didn't feel like cooking so I was going to go to that coffee shop by my house for something to eat. Hopefully this time I won't be nearly mugged again. I looked at myself in the mirror before I stepped into the shower. I didn't have to wear the bandage over my eye anymore since it was healing nicely, but I still had to wear one over the stitches on my cheek. I don't regret what I did. I would let Gavin hit me again for Louis. Anything for Louis. The boy I'm in love with.

I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets, it was far too beautiful out to take my car. I kind of with Niall and Liam weren't working right now so I could be with them but at the same time I wanted to be alone. I opened the door of the shop and felt my breath hitch in my throat. Louis was sitting at the high-top table sipping on a coffee. Should I go over? Should I leave? Before I could decide my feet were already carrying me toward him. I sat down on the stool next to him. He looked up at me with a soft expression. He gave me the smallest, toothless smile before looking back at his coffee. I sighed, "Wanna go to the park?"

Louis and I walked through the park that wasn't too far from the shop with our hands by our sides. We hadn't said anything for a while but it wasn't awkward, it was a comfortable silence. After a moment I was shocked when Louis reached up slightly and grabbed my hand. I couldn't help but smile and grip back. "I'm uh... I'm sorry for yelling at you." "I'm sorry for-" "Harry." He chuckled, "We can do this all day, or you can push me on the swing." I looked over to where he was indicating and saw an empty swing set. I snorted, "Okay." He let go of my hand to run over to the swings. I followed while laughing at him. He got on a swing and waited impatiently for me to come over. Began pushing him gently but he scoffed at me, "You're not going to hurt me Harry. Go on." I just chuckled again before pushing him a little harder. "Your eye looks much better." He said . "Thanks. It feels better too." "How're the stitches?" "Good. Doctor Warren said they can come out in a little over a week." "Good. I still can't believe you did that for me." I didn't say anything and just took a hold of his swing to make him stop. He looked at me in confusion but I ignored him and sat on the other swing. "Louis, are we going to talk about what happened on Wednesday?" "We just said sorry to each-" "No, no. I don't mean just apologise. I mean, we are going to talk about it?" He sighed, "What do you want to talk about?" "Okay, let's start smaller." I nodded, "Alright, why did you say you don't love me?" "Smaller." I rolled my eyes, "What do you want to talk about then Louis?" He swivelled his swing slightly as he said, "I know you said no apologising but I really am sorry for how I've been treating you. When I came to see you in the hospital I swore I wouldn't leave you again and I did just a few hours later." I shook my head, "It's okay." He groaned in frustration. "What?' "There you go again. Why are you so easy to forgive me?" "Because I love you." "That too! Why? Why do you love me Harry? I've been nothing but horrible to you since we met." I scoffed at this, "That's the furthest from the truth Louis." "You think so?" "I know so. You know, I've been friends with Niall and Liam for a long time and every time they come over on Wednesdays. I can't help but look at them in envy. I always wonder, 'When am I going to have that? When will it be my turn?' Well I found it Louis. I found you and I know that pisses you off but it happened. Loving you was inevitable." He shook his head, "I'm just going to hurt you." "I know that and you know what? I don't care. I know it'll come but, being with you until that day comes is a whole lot better than not talking to you at all." I wasn't lying either. I'm not about to let go of Louis. "Harry. You're just going to get closer and closer to me. When I find someone to marry it'll crush you. maybe we're better off not talking. You'll get over me and-" "I don't think I'll ever get over you Louis. Us ignoring each other and pretending we don't have feelings isn't going to make me get over you." louis sighed again as he looked at his feet. I could tell he was still hesitant. I reached over and took his hand, "Look Louis. I know you're afraid to hurt me but his is my choice. I'm choosing to stay with you and honestly, I'm not going anywhere so you might as well accept it." He and I managed to muster up a chuckle. He finally looked at me, "So... friends then?" I nodded, "Yeah. Friends." We looked down to our intertwined fingers. "Friends hold hands right?" He asked innocently making me snort. "Of course they do." "Friends also go to the cinema together." He raised his eyebrows in question. I smiled at him, "That they do. Come on, I know a great theater." I stood up and offered him my hand, he took it happily.

It was an outdoor theater where people brought blankets to sit in a large field for the film. Louis was carrying the blanket while I was carrying a large picnic basket for our dinner. "Do friends come to such romantic theaters?" Louis asked as we searched for a spot. "Of course they do. Look, we're just friends." I pointed to two girls who were sat pretty far away from each other but soon leaned over their basket and began kissing. "Oh... never mind." Louis giggled at me. "You're adorable Harry." He reached down and grabbed my hand. I was about to say something but he seemed to have read my mind. "And yes, friends call each other adorable." I smiled down at him before we came to a clear spot. "Right here is good." I said as I let go of his hand to put the basket down. We both unravelled the blanket and laid it out before sitting on it. "So what have you got?' Louis asked, pointing to the basket. I pulled out the items as I said, "Crisps, sandwiches, some sweets, and juice boxes." "Juice boxes?" "Yeah, what? Water bottles are boring." I handed him a juice box with a cheeky smile. He took it while rolling his eyes at me playfully. I laid down on my elbows, looking up at the large screen and smiled widely when Louis laid down next to me. He didn't just lay next to me, he was as close as he could get. "Friends lay this close to one another?" I asked. "Of course." He wiggled even closer if that was possible. The movie began just then, drawing our attention away from one another and to the screen. We watched the film in silence but the whole time I could feel him stealing glances at me from the corner of his eye. I wasn't complaining though. I loved that I have Louis back. I laid down completely, putting my hand on the back of my head as a pillow so I could still see the film. Without skipping a beat Louis cuddled up next to me. He put his head on my chest and wrapped an arm tightly around my waist as he said, "Friends can cuddle right?" I smiled, "Of course they can."

After a moment I could feel Louis' heartbeat quicken. He lifted himself off me and looked down at me. "What?" I asked. He didn't say anything and just lowered himself to me to connect our lips. I kissed back immediately and even let my hand find the back of his head to deepen the kiss. He licked my bottom lip and I gladly parted them allowing our tongues to move in sync. After a moment he pulled away. "Friends kiss right?" I just nodded while looking at his lips, desperate for them to be on mine again. "Do friends also go back to my house?" My eyes shot to his. I thought he was joking at first but I could see he was completely serious. I smiled lustfully, "Friends definitely go back to your house."

Louis opened the door of his house while still kissing me. I kicked it closed since my hands were cupping the sides of his face. He unzipped my jacket, pushing it off my shoulders as soon as he could. Our lips came apart just for a second for him to take my shirt off. I did the same for him, not caring where I threw it. He went to kiss me again but I hesitated, looking at his chest. "You're absolutely beautiful Louis." I kissed him again, more lustfully this time. He jumped slightly when he felt my hands on his bum. "Jump." He did as told and jumped into my arms, wrapping his legs around my waist as I supported him by his bum. I brought us upstairs, never breaking our kiss and accidentally bumped him into the wall. "Ah!" "Sorry." I laughed. I brought us into the bedroom where I put him on the bed and laid on top of him, grinding our hips together making him moan into our kiss. I pulled away after a moment and worked the button of his jeans. "This is normal for friends." He said. "Completely normal." I pulled his jeans down but they got stuck on his feet. "They're stuck." I whined like a little kid. He helped me take them off before sitting up and undoing my button. I kissed the top of his head as he did so, breathing heavily as he pulled my jeans and boxers down together. I had to help him kick them off since mine were tighter than his had been. He didn't even try to be inconspicuous when looking at me completely naked. I didn't care. I liked the attention. I lifted his chin with two fingers making him look up at me. I cupped the sides of his face and smiled down at him, "I love you Louis. So much." With that I closed the gap between us and kissed him again. He pushed me away slightly, "There's a condom in there." He pointed to the nightstand before getting on the bed completely. I smirked at him before going into the nightstand and getting the square package. Louis waited patiently, fisting the sheets and curling his toes as I opened the package and slid the condom on. I went over to him, capturing his lips with mine once more. I got myself ready between his legs but before I began, Louis put a hand on my chest. I met his eyes. They were shining with happiness. "I love you Harry." I smiled like an idiot. "I know." He hit my chest making us laugh. "I was trying to be romantic." "And it still is." We smiled at each other more softly. I kissed him again. I couldn't seem to keep my lips away from his. I just couldn't seem to stay away from Louis in general.