Take It Back

5

How, Louis ran his hands through his hair. How the fuck was I so blind?

He was so hungry. It was 3 pm and Louis hasn't slept nor eaten ever since Harry had left, which was 17 hours ago.
Louis got up and made himself a sandwich, which he did not end up eating because he was so distracted that he simply placed in on the table and forgot about it seconds afterwards.
School was about to end but Louis didn't care. He didn't want Harry to show up, simply because he would have to suffer from the knowledge of his sexuality. Harry was straight. Not interested in him.
WHY?!?

But, as expected, Harry showed up at 4 pm. Luckily, Louis had already showered and brushed teeth, so he got back to bed and cuddled himself up. Two minutes later the door opened and Harry leaned against the wall. 

"How are we today?" He asked silently.
Louis looked into Harrys eyes and, fuck, they were so beautiful. His hair was a bit messy and that was unbelievably hot. He wore a grey v neck shirt and black skinny jeans, paired with white chucks and his bag hanging loosily over his shoulder. He looked so fit it was awful.

"Better." Not really..
"Look, I don't mean to be like.. hurting you or anything," Oh really? ".. but we need to clear things up. You need to tell me about your mood change yesterday. You were perfectly fine and.. then.. just not? You need to tell me, Louis. I am worried."
Never once did Louis eyes disconnect from Harrys. His eyes looked worried, actually. With a hint of fear.

"Harold, I would if I could. Don't worry about me, it's not so bad after all. Really, I am fine. Don't you be scared. I'm okay."
Louis was about to cry again, but he forced himself to stop. He couldn't let Harry know, not for anyones sake.
"But.." now it was for Harry to start crying. Louis heart got ripped out of his chest, slammed to the ground and scattered to a million pieces at this sight. Harry whispered "You don't trust me anymore. What have I done? How can I make up for it?"
Louis started crying and Harry made his way to the bed where he hugged Louis from behind and they cried. They cried and didn't stop.
After a hell long time they stopped.. Having Louis so close made Harry happy but knowing he did something to him made him want to smash his head into a wall. But, those weird butterflies in his stomach.. Where were they from? What were they for?

Harrys arms kept him safe. He felt safe and he was. He felt loved, and he was, just not in the way he wanted. 
How selfish it was, to cry only because the loved one doesn't love you as much as you love him. 
How could someone love me anyways? I should be thankful, and I am. 

Still, he could't be content with Harry loving him as a bestfriend.
He wanted more, he needed more. He needed those plump pink lips smashing on his. Those huge hands running through his hair. This body closer than ever before, closer than even possible.
He took Harrys hands and wrapped them tighter around himself. Not enough. He turned himself around to face Harry whose eyes were tiny and red. Louis placed his hand on Harrys cheek and he whispered a simple "I trust you and I always will." before placing a loving and caring kiss on Harrys forehead.

Whew, what was wrong with these butterflies? Harry smiled and closed his eyes.
Do that again, Harry thought. Having Louis lips touching his body made him go crazy.
Oh boy, looks like someone isn't that straight, aye?

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