alwayslouis
Louis climbed under the sheets too, turning to face Harry. He reached out and gently traced the line of Harry's jaw, his thumb stroking his cheek. "You're so beautiful," he whispered.
Harry's eyes welled up with tears. "No one's ever called me beautiful before," he said, his voice filled with emotion.
"Then they're all blind," Louis said, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Because you are. Inside and out."
A single tear escaped and slid down Harry's cheek. Louis gently wiped it away with his thumb. "Hey," he said softly. "No tears tonight."
Harry nodded, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he whispered. "No tears."
Louis smiled. "Okay," he echoed.
or
Louis Tomlinson is a photography student who just wants a quiet summer. Spending two months in Venice before his final year of university is supposed to be just that- taking photos and getting some space from everything and everyone back home.
He definitely didn't plan on dealing with Harry Styles, the incredibly wealthy and frustratingly attractive son of Anne and Desmond Styles, who happens to be staying in the massive villa directly across the street.
Neither of them is looking for a distraction, but as they keep running into each other, they realise that they maybe get along way better than they had expected to.
The problem with summer, though, is that it never lasts forever.