Forbidden L.S♡

Chapter 15

To be honest, I don't know why I cried while writing this chapter. Damn I ruined the fun.. anywayssss ENJOY!
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Still 3rd person pov:

"LOUIS!!!!"

"Yeah Haz?" Louis said when he was in the other room. Harry heard him giggling.

Harry went to the other room with a frown on his face. "Where the heck is my favourite hoodie? I'm freezing!"

Harry entered the room and saw Louis wearing his hoodie. "Hey Harry. You know that you look amazing today? Have I ever told you how much I loveeeee you?"

"Louis don't worry you can wear it now. You look cute in it. Well I'm freezing!!"

"Come here." Louis said while opening his arms.

"Only if you insist.." Harry said crossing his arms.

Harry then jumps into Louis' arms. Louis was sitting on a sofa bed. "I missed you. I just woke up and you weren't there Louis. What if I lose you?"

"You will never lose me baby. I left the bed cause I knew that you were tired and I didn't want to wake you up."

"But let's be serious for a while. What would happen if we weren't... you know.. together. What if I was lost before I found you, and I'm still.. lost?"

"Harry. You will never lose me. I used to fear losing you, but now I know that I love you and you love me right?" Harry nodded. "Then no one can seperate us." Louis said and held Harry's hand.

"Louis I'm scared.."

"Of?"

"What people think. What if they talk about me behind my back? What if they hate me? What if they-"

Louis interrupted Harry by slamming his lips against Harry's. "Baby ignore. Just don't care about what people say. People will always hate. Stay happy cause you being happy with your life hurts them. And if they hate you, just let them fuck themselves. No one can hate you. What's not to love about you? You're the best."

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"Louis.."

"Yeah Haz?"

"May I ask you a question?"

"You can ask me whatever you want princess."

"Okay. What's your definition of love?"

"Great question. To be honest, I have two definitions for love.. A long one and a short one. Which one do you want to hear?".

Harry looked into Louis' eyes, "Both Louis.. Both."

"Okay Harry." Louis said and took a deep breath.

""Love is a.. what's the word?" Louis looked into Harry's eyes. "Love is breathtaking. It takes your breath away so much. When someone kisses you, it feels magical. You want to be with the person you love all day, and when they're gone, it feels like there's something missing. Like you're empty. Not moving away or towards something, just waiting for something, somebody, to come back. You obsess over every single one of their flaws because these flaws are your favourite part of this person who you love."

"Their sensitivity is something you cherish; you live for the way they come to you when they're sad. When they have tears, you feel like you want to be the one who kisses them away, the one that hugs them so tightly that neither of you can breathe. And it sucks sometimes, you both get jealous and want to break down sometimes, but it's okay because you know that later, you'll be okay, you'll be talking about all your problems and your lives and your unimportant things because your love is even better than that, your love is better than jealousy, hate, and ignorance."

"Love is when you stare into somebody's eyes and you can hear every single thought they're thinking of. And it hurts you physically when you see them hurting. When you can't sleep because you know that you said one thing and the fact that you caused them any pain just kills you. It just eats you away. Love is when you watch the way that person blinks, when you stare at the curve of the bottom of their lip and the dimples on their cheeks and every curl of their hair. Love is when you feel like you can't contain everything, when you feel like you're losing your mind when you are numb to everything else around you but that person. And you want to scream, you want to yell to the world that you love this person, and that this person is yours and only yours, and no one can touch you both because what you have is magical. Love is when you're willing to change, willing to change anything to show that person that you care so freaking much about them, that it hurts."

Harry looked and smiled, "Louis I-"

"I'm almost done, love. Love is the way they watch what you're doing, the way they listen to what you're saying. It's when you know that you would do anything, anything Harry, just to see them smile. This is my definition of love."

Harry was sobbing. "Baby I didn't mean to make you cry Hazza. Please don't cry. You're gonna make me cry." Louis said.

"Louis?"

"Yeah Hazza?"

"That's was your long definition of love, right?" Louis nodded. "Then what's your short definition of love?"

"You."

Harry continued sobbing and burried his face in Louis' neck.

"Louuuu.."

"Mhm?"

"Nothing. I just wanted to listen to your cute voice."

Louis pecked Harry's lips. Him pecking the younger boy's lips turned into a making out session, and Louis was legit on top of Harry.

Harry pulled away trying to catch some air.

"Louis.. I love you."

"I love you too Harry."

"Nope Louis. I don't love you... I LOVE you."

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A/N: Soooo this is my 15th chapter. Wait.. MY 15TH CHAPTER? wow I never thought I would write 2 or 3 chapters. Lmao.

*not writing this chapter at 1:07AM. NOT*

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