Scared (L.S)

eight

Part 2 - Where They Fall In Love

Three minutes later and the two boys still had yet to do anything but kiss. Say anything, even. So really, even with Harry's whole outburst, they had accomplished nothing, except for Harry's first kiss. His first anything.

So Harry pulled away, chuckling lightly when Louis tried to follow him. Harry, however, took his hands from Louis' cheeks and moved them so they rested on the older boy's thighs. "Hold up Lou."

Louis nodded and with the way that he was looking at Harry, the younger boy couldn't help but blush and look away.

"You good, H?" Louis asked voice calm and caring as he reached up to tug on a loose curl at the back of Harry's head.

"Yeah, just... What does this mean now?"

Louis shrugged and used the hand he had at Harry's curl to pull the boy in towards him. "It means I like kissing you. So, let's..." Louis raised his eyebrows making Harry laugh.

"No, Lou, like..." Harry struggled to find his words, "Does this mean we're, we're together?"

"Woah," Louis said, pulling back from Harry and leaning back on his hands.

This caused Harry to freak out. He had just had his first kiss, no way was he getting rejected not five minutes later. He scrambled out of his chair and moved to sit next to Louis on the bed, crossing his legs and facing the older boy.

"It's okay if you don't want to be together, yeah? That's totally okay with me," Harry rambled, "I get it if you don't want us to be together. That's fine, yeah, totally fine. I mean, why would you want to date me anyway, I'm-"

Harry was caught off by Louis pressing their lips together again. Harry hummed and smiled a bit, he hoped this meant that Louis wanted them to be together. Louis' tongue swiped at Harry's bottom lip, deepening the kiss, which Harry gladly went along with, leaning back a bit so his back was against the headrest and Louis was leaning over him in the slightest bit, making the usually small boy seem much bigger and much more intimidating.

One of Louis' hands rested at the back of Harry's head, pulling lightly on his hair, receiving inaudible gasps from the younger boy, while the other hand rested on his upper, outer thigh. Harry's hands made their way to Louis' face, a habit he had procured in the minutes since his first kiss. He just loved the feeling of Louis' face, so smooth and flawless with a hint of stubble that showed just how seventeen the boy was.

However, just as Louis began to lick his way into Harry's mouth, there was a knock at the door, causing the two boys to scramble away from each other. Louis quickly jumped away from Harry and sat at the desk chair that was still pulled up to the edge of the bed while Harry remained where he was.

"Sorry to interrupt, boys," Anne said as she opened the door. She took a quick glance around the room and noticed the strange expression on Harry's face, a guilty one on that of Louis'. "Louis, honey, will you be staying for dinner?"

"Ummm, I think I better head home," The boy stammered out, not lifting his head to look at Anne. She noted how strange Louis' actions were given how charismatic he usually was.

"Alright," Anne said, hurrying to close the door and let the boys resolve whatever issue they were clearly hashing out. She was clueless.

As soon as the door closed Louis was back on the bed beside Harry.

"H, I really like you," Louis said, reaching to grab Harry's hand. "I really, really like you."

"I like you too, I think we've made our feelings quite clear Lou," Harry said, his cheeks reddening a bit making Louis absolutely fond over him.

"Harry I want to be with you, it's just," Oh no, was all Harry could think. No way was he getting rejected. "The footie guys. If we date, they, they can't know."

Harry tilted his head and furrowed his eyebrows, "They're your friends, yeah?"

Louis shrugged, "Not really. I only hang with them 'cuz I'm on the team. They can't know I'm gay, they'd kill me."

Harry thought for a moment, "I don't really want people at school to know either. Or my mum. It's okay with me if it's a secret, Lou, I just want to be with you."

Louis smiled and leaned over to peck Harry's cheek. "So you're my boyfriend then?"

"Shouldn't one of us actually ask each other?" Harry asked shyly.

"How old fashioned," Louis chuckled and rolled his eyes, getting up off the bed. "Your highness," He said in a posh voice, getting down on one knee, "Will you do me the greatest honour of becoming my boyfriend?"

Harry looked around for a moment, pretending to think about the question for a moment.

"I suppose so." And Harry couldn't suppress a smile as Louis stood up and pressed their lips together.

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"You should've said you were staying for dinner," Harry whined slightly. The two boys were standing on the doorstep, Louis with his cleats on and his hands tucked into the pocket of his footie hoodie, Harry in just his socks, shorts, and a t-shirt. Harry was only planning on walking Louis to the door but after the older boy slipped his shoes on, Harry felt the urge to kiss him, however with his mum just over in the next room preparing dinner, he had deemed it too risky and stepped out into the cooling night air to get a bit of privacy.

So there they were, both freezing as the night breeze crept up their legs and pulled at their hair. "S'okay H, I'll see you tomorrow, yeah? I'll drive you to school?"

Louis had his head tilted the slightest bit as he raised his hands to rest on Harry's arms. The look he was giving the green-eyed boy was enough to make him feel as if he was floating. And even with the promise of seeing him the next day, Harry pouted at the thought of the boy leaving so soon. He couldn't help but want to never stop kissing the boy that he had confessed his feelings for just an hour before.

Harry's lips formed a pout as he looked up at the older boy. Louis couldn't help but swoon at the look on Harry's face, leaning in and pressing a soft kiss to the boy's cute lips. This action, however, caused Harry to bring his hands up to Louis head, trapping the boy close to him as Harry leaned in to kiss him again.

However, when Louis felt Harry press his body up against him, he had to pull away with a chuckle. "H," He scolded with a fake frown, only making Harry lean up and kiss the older boy again.

"Just stay," Harry suggested, his voice getting closer to a whisper as he peered into Louis' deep blue eyes. The sad look in the younger boy's eyes and the way his dark eyelashes fluttered the slightest bit caused Louis to sigh and pull the boy into him, wrapping him tightly in his arms and rubbing his back a bit.

"I'll pick you up at eight, H," Louis said, stepping away from the boy and taking a step off the porch, pulling his keys from his pocket.

However, even from his position three feet away, Louis could hear the faint growl that came from his boyfriend's throat as he stepped away, causing him to smile. Harry watched as his boyfriend turned to look at him, a big smile creeping onto his face, lightening his features and crinkling his eyes.

"Eight o'clock, H," Louis said, turning around, getting into his car and driving away.

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...and they're together...

this is just the beginning tho. I have the book planned to be in four parts so i'm not too sure how long it will be.

thanks for reading

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