.Someone to you. ✿ l.s.

After the game

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"Someone to you.."

They keep staring at each other. Silence spreading throughout the room. Only their labored breathing can be heard. And it's like the time has stopped and their frustration has been released into the room. Harry feels so vulnerable and fragile but at the same time he feels like a great weight has been lifted off his shoulders.

Louis opens his mouth to speak but closes it again. "That's what today was about?" He finally asks, voice small and not filled with tension like before.

Harry nods, biting his lip. "I just..I just thought that if I showed you that..that I can be like the other people you go for..I-" He looks down.

Louis sighs. "No..don't ever think like that honey..please just..don't." He takes a step closer to Harry. "This is my fault."

"Your fault?" Harry almost looks up but stops himself.

"It is..cause I kept thinking that you..I was afraid to face Niall and..I just thought that you'd never feel that way about someone like me I guess..I was just looking for distractions you know, and none of them could ever take you off my mind cause noone's like you.. but.." He takes a step closer, the tip of his shoes, almost touching Harry's.

"baby..can't you see.."

Harry bites his lip, not daring to look up and meet Louis' gaze. But Louis places his two fingers under Harry's jaw and lifts up his head, so their eyes can meet.

"..you already are."

Harry blinks, feeling his heart throbbing in his throat. Louis' eyes are so blue, staring at him lovingly and he feels like melting in his arms.

Louis sighs, smiling softly before taking Harry's hand and bringing it to his lips, placing a kiss on top of his knuckles. He then starts kissing up his arm and Harry lets out a soft giggle, still a bit out of it because of what just happened.

"You are the most beautiful boy in the world Haz." Louis kisses Harry's shoulder softly. "You have the most beautiful eyes," He places a kiss on his collarbone, "the softest skin," He kisses his neck, "and the prettiest lips." He looks at Harry, their lips almost touching.

"You are sweetest, the cutest and the kindest person I've ever known baby and you stole my heart from the very first day." He whispers and the younger boy blushes. "And I get so jealous baby. Of everyone. Cause I want you to be mine. Only mine." He tucks one of Harry's curls behind his ear. Harry can feel Louis hot breath against his lips and he shivers. "And the fact that I made you wanting to change who you are, makes me hate myself. Don't ever change. I'm so sorry Haz. I'm so sorry babe." Harry wants to tell Louis that it's okay. That it doesn't matter. That he doesn't care at all as long as he can be in his arms.

"I really am." He cups Harry's cheek, not breaking the eye contract.

"Can I kiss you honey?" He asks gently.

Harry nods shyly and that's all it takes for Louis to lean in and softly kiss the fragile boy in his arms. He pulls him closer from his waist, so that their chests touch and caresses his cheek with his thumb. Harry lets Louis lead him through the kiss, gapsping as the older boy bites his bottom lip. Louis slides his tongue in Harry's mouth, enjoying the sugary taste the boy has and pulls him even closer to himself, if that's even possible.

"I'm sorry." Harry whispers against Louis' lips.

"Please baby, there's nothing to be sorry for." Louis whispers back and kisses the boy again. This time Harry wraps his arms around Louis' neck, feeling hypnotized as he kisses him back. Louis' hands slide down to his thighs and he picks him up. Harry gasps, wrapping his legs around him. Louis takes some steps forward, Harry's back meeting the wall. He looks at him for a moment with hungry eyes as he pulls away from the kiss before whimpering, "Mine. And I'm yours?" Harry nods, not breaking their eye contact. "Yours. And you're mine." He whispers back. They share a slow kiss, Harry taking a hold of the small strands of hair at the back of Louis' neck.