[Holmes Chapel, Cheshire || November 14, 2014, 6:38 pm, ‘That Kiss’]
(HARRY keeps his lips on LOUIS, closes his eyes and gently kisses him. Seconds have passed, until he realizes what he did, his lips finally breaking away from his best friend.)
HARRY: (surprised, nervous) “Louis … I …”
LOUIS: (just as surprised, confused) “Harry?”
HARRY: “I … I didn’t mean—”
LOUIS: “You just … kissed me.”
HARRY: (tense, stutters) “I-I’m sorry … It was—”
LOUIS: (whispers, seems lost) “You kissed me. My … best friend just kissed me.”
HARRY: “Lou, it was a mistake. I … I’m really sorry.”
(long silence)
HARRY: “Lou?”
(no response)
HARRY: “Louis? Please talk to me.”
(silence)
HARRY: (palms on his face) “I’m so … sorry.”
(BOTH kept quiet, HARRY sits still, crying on the inside, thinking of what to do. He looks at LOUIS, the lad seems adrift, doesn’t look back at him.)
HARRY: (defeated) “I have to go.”
LOUIS: (reaches out and holds HARRY’S arm) “Where you going?”
HARRY: “I-I’m going home. I’m sorry, Lou.”
(LOUIS pulls HARRY and hugs him tightly, HARRY surprised to his gesture.)
LOUIS: (voice bleary) “Why are you saying sorry?”
HARRY: “For what I did.”
LOUIS: (smiles) “We do silly things that we don’t mean to do when we’re drunk.”
HARRY: (weakly smiles, despondent) “Yeah. You’re right.”
LOUIS: “But …”
HARRY: “But?”
LOUIS: “Except for this one.”
HARRY: “What is it?”
LOUIS: “Hugging you.”
HARRY: (gives in, hugs back) “What are you saying?”
LOUIS: (voice fading) “Hmm … when I hug you, I feel safe. I mean it.”
HARRY: (closes his eyes) “This is not silly, then?”
LOUIS: “No.”
(brief pause)
HARRY: “I’m sorry, again.”
LOUIS: (coos) “Shh … it’s nothing.” (softly laughs) “You tasted … sweet … and beer. Tastes like Harry.”
HARRY: “I thought you’ll punch me after.”
LOUIS: “That’s stupid. I would never do that.”
HARRY: “Really?”
LOUIS: (voice fading) “Hmm.”
(long moment of silence, LOUIS doesn’t let go of his embrace, HARRY keeps still, appreciating the time he’s having with him.)
HARRY: “How … how long are you going to hug me?”
(no response)
HARRY: “Lou? You okay?”
LOUIS: (hugs tighter, eyes closed) “Hmm… cold.”
HARRY: “Wanna go home?”
(LOUIS’ body starts to hamper, HARRY tries to keep up, laughs, tries to let go of their embrace.)
HARRY: “Alright, let’s go home.”
LOUIS: (pulls him again, quivers) “Please, don’t leave me.”
HARRY: (stunned, confused) “Lou? W-what are you—?”
LOUIS: “Are you going to leave me, too?”
HARRY: (worried, hugs him tighter) “N-no. Of course, not.”
LOUIS: “Ellie left me. Zayn. You … please … don’t leave me.”
HARRY: “I won’t.”
(silence)
LOUIS: “You know something?”
HARRY: “Hmm?”
LOUIS: “I wish ... that ...”
HARRY: “Wish what, Lou?”
LOUIS: (plastered, weakly laughs, voice dwindles) “I wish ... that this ... person will stay with me forever."
HARRY: "Who is it?"
LOUIS: "You."
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carpe diem. • l. stylinson (BoyxBoy)
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