Louis' POV
I'M GOING ON A DATE WITH HARRY! OMG OMG OMG! Okay, I'm done. Thanks for listening to my little rant. I can't believe I am going on a date with Harry. Yes, it's official I have a crush on Harry, but it doesn't matter since he doesn't like me. I suppose I shouldn't even be this excited about our "date", but I just can't wait to act all couplely in public. The thought gives me butterflies in my stomach.
"Lou?"
"Yes Harry?" I asked, coming back to reality.
"We leave at five thirty. Dress a little better than casual, but a little less than fancy," he smiled.
"Sir yes sir!" I laughed.
He laughed softly and came closer to me. He put his arms around my waist and pressed a soft kiss to my temple.
"I love you Boo," he murmured into my ear.
"I love you too curly," I whispered.
If only he knew what I meant by love. Wait snap out of it. You can have a crush, but you are not allowed to be in love with him! I shook my head, ridding myself of the ridiculous thoughts. I looked up into Harru's incredible emerald green eyes. He had a look of pure adoration on his face and I couldn't help but wonder if I was the reason for that look.
"Lou?" He whispered, suddenly.
"Yes Harry?" I answered.
I was slowly melting under the gaze of his beautiful eyes.
"Can I try something?"
I nodded my head, unable to form any words with my mouth. Harry closed his eyes and leaned down. I sucked in a sharp breath, before closing my eyes and meeting him halfway. Our lips met softly, almost cautiously. The kiss was quick to end, but I couldn't deny the fireworks that were rocketting through my body. Pulling away slowly we opened our eyes. I gazed into his eyes, speechless. He let go of me reluctantly, at least I think he was reluctant.
"That was...wow" he stated.
"You mean," my eyes widened, "you liked it!?"
He eyes began darting around the room and his palms were getting sweaty.
Finally he spoke, "what!? No of course not. I just thought, you know, since we are pretend dating that it might be a good idea to get some practice in. Of course I didn't like it, I'm straight."
My eyes began to water, "oh. Um I'm just gonna go take a shower and get ready for tonight. You know, gotta make it look realistic."
"Lou," he stammered.
"Just forget it. I'll see you tonight," I said, running into my room.
I ran into my room shutting the door, hard, behind me. How could I have been so stupid? I actually thought he was kissing me because he liked me. But of course not he's straight and I'm not. Tears were running down my face by now and I threw myself onto my bed.
Harry's POV
I slapped my forehead, hard. How could I have been so stupid? He was so disgusted by the fact that I kissed him that he started crying. I should have known. It's just he looked so georgous and we were looking into each others eyes and well...we kissed. And I disgusted him. Kill me now.
I walked to my room and took a long hot shower. I slipped into a pair of black trousers with a black shirt and gray blazer. I walked out of my bedroom and saw Louis sitting on the couch, his eyes red and puffy. I can't believe I did that to him. I sighed and walked into the living room. Louis looked amazing, as usual. He had on a long sleeve navy blue button up shirt, white suspenders, and black trouser. I bit my lip. I want to kiss him so badly, but I can't hurt him again. His eyes met mine and he managed a weak smile.
"H-hey Haz," he sniffled.
"Louis about earlier I-"
"Save it Haz," he muttered, "I understand that you didn't feel anything. It's okay."
My eyes widened. He thought I didn't feel anything!? Of course I did. I love Louis with all my heart and when we kissed- WOW! Talk about fireworks. Although, that still doesn't explain why he ran off, unless...no...he liked the kiss too.
"Louis, may I ask you something?" I asked.
"You just did," he laughed, weakly.
"You know what I mean," I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, go ahead," he said.
"Do you, I mean did you," oh gosh here we go, "did you like the kiss?"
"W-w-what?" He asked, shocked.
"Did you like the kiss?" I repeated.
"I, um, why does it matter?" he stammered.
"Can I trust you Lou?" I asked.
"I can't believe you felt like you had to ask," he smiled.
"Okay here goes," I said, "I-I liked t-the k-kiss."
