Habit // l.s

11. What Makes You Beautiful

December 20, 12:32 p.m.

The lights were dimmed and Harry and Louis had been laying together, tracing lines into their burning skin, they talked about everything and nothing. It was perfect. They didn't care that they had a show that day. Nothing else in the entire world mattered as long as they could be holding each other, touching each other.

Louis constantly had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. He couldn't wrap his head around the fact that someone as stunning as Harry could've wanted him. Louis never felt like he was anything special, at least not compared to Harry... Harry... Harry. That name never lost its spark in the older boys eyes. No matter how many times he said that name, he still got that flipping feeling in his stomach. As if a thousand butterflies were bustling in his body.

Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry. Louis kept playing the younger boys name in his head to feel that rush he felt whenever he thought of Harry. The older boy hadn't meant to, but he ended the intimate silence by letting a giggle escape his small, pink lips.

Harry's body immediately shifted so he was facing towards Louis, his hand resting on his head for support.

"What was that?" Harry whispered, as if he felt like he should be quiet.

In that moment, a strong feeling of love overcame Louis. He loved how Harry was so polite, even when he didn't need to be. He loved how Harry looked at him, as if Louis was the only man in the world. His heart swelled at how much he really loved this boy. Louis had to do something about it, anything. He needed Harry to know that he was perfect, that he was his.

"You're unreal." Louis said, breathless.

"Is that a compliment?" Harry chuckled.

Louis answered the younger boys question by pushing Harry down on the bed. The older boy was on top of Harry, leaning down only inches away from his boyfriends face. Louis' hair tickled Harry's forehead.

"Louis! That tickles." Harry giggled, playfully attempting to brush the older boys hair away.

Louis just stared straight into his boyfriends eyes, completely speechless. The ocean of green looked so warm, so welcoming. Louis could've stared into those eyes all day.

"I'm so happy I can call you mine."

With that, Louis found his lips dancing with Harry's.

Harry supported Louis by holding his bum as the older boy pushed and pulled at the younger boys hair. Louis loved this. He loved the pushing and the pressure and he loved the wetness and the taste of Harry. Words couldn't describe how the younger boy tasted. It was sweet, it was warm, it was everything positive and good with life.

Life.

That word sent shivers down Louis' spine because that kiss made him realize that Harry was his life. If ever he felt down or hopeless, he would have someone to live for. He lived for Harry's smile, Harry's voice, Harry's stupid jokes, Harry's everything. Everything the younger boy had, the older boy loved.

Was Louis moving to fast? Maybe.

Did he care? No.

Love has no speed, no limits. Love is unpredictable and messy, but in the end you wouldn't give it up for anything. It can make you want to scream and claw your hair out, but love is still all you want. Once you get a taste, you can't go back.

So in that moment, lying on Harry's hotel room bed while the two boyfriends kissed each other senseless, Louis realized the true meaning of soulmates.

A soulmate to Louis, was Harry.

•••

The crowd was deafening. The loud noise sent shivers of excitement down Louis' spine.

"You ready mate?" Liam asked, full of enthusiasm.

"Always."

The curtains flew up and revealed thousands of screaming fans. Everything felt like it was moving in slow motion. What Makes You Beautiful began blaring through the speakers, but Louis felt stuck. He was in awe of the enthusiasm and excitement in the air. Energy was flying off of the fans and hitting the stage, Louis felt like he needed to scream with everyone in the audience.

The older boy snapped out of it when Zayn placed a friendly smack on his back. Louis looked over to Zayn with a thankful smile. Zayn  replied with a sympathetic wink, as if he knew Louis was frozen with shock.

Louis' feeling of shock had been replaced with an unexpected confidence. The energy of the audience made Louis feel invincible, he wanted to make a dangerous, impulsive decision... And that's exactly what he did.

As soon as the first song ended, Louis strutted towards Harry and subtly, gently intertwined their fingers. It was so gentle that only the first few rows were able to see what was happening.

Louis stood there for a moment before placing a kiss on the younger boys cheeks. Harry immediately turned red with shock and embarrassment. Louis responded by winking and walking away.

Louis didn't care if Simon would be angry, he was proud of himself.

After the kiss, Louis had noticed that Liam was keeping an uncomfortable eye on him. It was definitely strange. No matter where Louis went on the stage, Liams eyes found the older boy.

•••

The show had ended with a standing ovation from the crowd, not that they were even sitting in the first place.

As soon as the curtains closed, Harry ran towards Louis and lifted him in the air, spinning the two in circles.

"Louis, what was that?!?" He said, laughing.

Louis giggled, knowing exactly what the younger boy was talking about.

"I just can't control myself around you." He winked, causing the two boyfriends to burst into a fit of laughter.

Their giggling was interrupted when Liam awkwardly cleared his throat.

Harry carefully placed Louis on the ground before turning towards Liam.

"What's up?"

Liam held his head down, he looked... angry? Louis couldn't tell, but he didn't understand how Liam could possibly be angry.

"I need to talk to you two.... Now."

•••

I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
Remember to wash your hands and stay safe, love y'all.
Chapter twelve coming soon!
-Willow :)