Louis-e (Zianourry)

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WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS EDIT?! AND WHY IS IT SO HOT?? HIM AND HIS FEMININE FEATURES. HE'S ABSOLUTELY DAINTY AND PRETTY, NOT IN THE PICTURE, BUT IN GENERAL. EEEEE! 🥰🥺🤭

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"I like it here."

Louis looked down in his lap with so much adoration, carding his fingers through Harry's silky chocolate curls, hearing the latter sighing happily. As Harry enjoyed Louis' fingers in his hair, Louis watched his other two boys playing footie with some other lads. Presently, they were waiting for Liam's shift to get over and him to join them.

"Do you mind if I put this little flower in your hair, Haz?" He asked politely, already picking on some of them. "Do as you please, love. I just enjoy your attention." Answered, Harry, with a bashful smile. Louis replied with a laugh, as he plucked the tiny flowers; some white, some in the different shades of pink. With a low hum of some song, Louis started to adorn the flowers in Harry's curls.

He leaned against the trunk of the tree, trying to get more comfortable with Harry's head in his lap. Unconsciously, a smile tugged on his lips, as he recalled a memory of his first ever kiss. With Niall. It was merely an accident. Not a horrible one, but one that he could cherish for years. Thinking back, he had made so many memories in this town, one he could thrive on years. All those months ago, Niall was putting these flowers in his braid. How nostalgic? Oh, his Niall.

It was then he heard the mentioned person's contagious laugh and he couldn't help but chuckle too. He missed the pair of green eyes looking at him curiously, as he had stopped replaying his earlier actions. "You zoned out."

Louis snapped out of trance with a little gasp, but a grin broke when he saw his Harry. The boy looked so cute with his big curious eyes and a little pout that he couldn't resist stealing a kiss. "I got lost in memories."

"Of?"

"This tree, it's the same where I had my first ever kiss and every time I am around it, I'm reminded about it." He glanced, yet again, at Niall, who, fortunately, was looking back at him. The Irish boy waved at him with a sweet smile and then went back to play.

"With him." Harry couldn't help but feel the ugly emotions of jealousy taking over his heart. Why would god be so cruel to him? Why does he have to share his first love with someone else? Louis didn't answer, but his blush was enough to indicate towards a yes. "There will always be a part of me getting jealous, restless to see you being so affectionate towards someone else." Quietly, he sat up, resulting in some flowers to slip out of his curls in Louis' lap. "You are my first love." He spoke softly. "But, I am not yours."

Harry let out a humourless laugh. "He is." He looked at Niall and then sighed. "Fair enough. He'll always have that special place in your heart." The actualisation always hurts, but it's better to accept it before you shatter thoroughly. "How funny that I had to share my love with my best friend."

"Harry..." Louis entwined their fingers and squeezed Harry's hand, hoping to provide him some kind of comfort. "I cannot go back in time and change anything. But, I love you as much as him. Who cares if I fell for him first? Because, in the end, I love you both. There's no way to measure love, it's abstract. I can only try to show you how much I love you." He brought Harry's hand closer to his lips to place a light kiss. "I love you."

"And I, you."

"Cute." And that's how their happy bubble was bursted. It was Liam who was towering over their sitting figures with a faint smile.

"Finally!" Harry rolled his eyes. "Niall! Zayn!"

As called, the two boys trotted their way towards them, slightly panting. "Oh, Li is here!" Zayn remarked.