when the flowers die || l.s

hibiscus

i sat down next to him

on the grass

and carefully tucked in

a hibiscus flower above his ears

is this going to be a daily thing?

he asked

i couldn't tell if he was being serious or not

but i was

it is going to be a daily thing

um- if you don't mind...

i enjoy picking flowers

i bit my tongue from saying

the words 'for you' at the end of the sentence

that would be weird

he'd think i'm a weirdo who picks flowers

for someone i have feelings for

so it's like a hobby?

he asked

curious

well, i don't know if you classify

picking flowers as a hobby

i shrugged

he just gave me a warm smile

we sat there for a few minutes

enjoying the comfortable silence

and warm air

the smell of nature filling our lungs

the tranquility easing my mind

i glanced at him and i could swear that

he was an angel

i really saw an angel

the golden light reflecting on his

sun-kissed face

how lucky of the sun to be able to

kiss his face like that

how lucky of the air to be

breathed in by him

how lucky of the grass to be sat on

by him

if only i was the grass right now

no louis, stop

that's creepy

what's in that pretty mind of yours?

he suddenly asked

breaking the silence

a blush crept onto my face

i looked away

nothing.. 's nothing...

i couldn't look at him

lou

he began

caressing his soft fingers

onto the back of my hand

louis, look at me

he said

his voice like silk

melting into the warmth of this garden

i think i like you

he smiled

a hint of fear in his eyes

afraid that i, louis tomlinson, would

reject him

how could anyone reject such a

sweet lovely human being?

not me

never

i- i think i like you too

i replied, my voice shaky

can i kiss you?

he stared deep in my eyes

emerald green eyes meeting ocean blue ones

i was too speechless to say anything

i was rendered motionless by his beauty

after a few seconds i managed

to nod frantically

of course he could kiss me

hell, he could even step on me

and so his lips melted into mine

the taste of vanilla from the ice cream

we had earlier

mixed with the flavour of mint from mine

his gentle lips

fit well into my thin ones

is this what heaven feels like?

what heaven tastes like?

he is an angel after all

so i shouldn't be surprised

he's an angel

my angel.