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After the last bell rang signaling classes were over, you practically skipped down the high school hallways and flew out the double doors. "Why are you so happy?" Your friend asks, noticing the cheerful tune you’re whistling and the smile stretched across your face.  "No reason." You answer, "I'm just in a good mood is all. Y'know, it's Friday." "And here I was just under the impression you were excited to see me." You would recognize that familiar unmistakable voice anywhere. You whipped your head around to see Louis Tomlinson leaning against his black car wearing a smirk on his face.  "LOUIS!" You shouted, your face instantly lighting up as you ran towards him and leaped into his open arms.  "Y/N!" Louis laughed, lifting you off the ground and spinning you around. "You look incredible!"  "Not looking so bad yourself, popstar. I guess some fancy clothes and a lot of makeup can make anyone look good, huh?" You teased, ruffling his hair.  Louis Tomlinson is your best friend. You've known each other since you were in diapers. To you, he's still that loud, obnoxious, dorky kid from across the street with a bad haircut. To the world, he's known as one-fifth of One Direction, the biggest boy band in the world. He's always on tour or busy with the band so you don't get to see him too often but it's always great when you do.  "What are you doing here? You're not supposed to arrive until later tonight!" You exclaimed.  "I caught an early flight. Thought I'd surprise you," he grinned. "The best part? I'm all yours for the entire weekend!" "That's great because I've really missed you." You told him, gazing into his beautiful blue eyes.  As cliche as it is, you was hopelessly in love with him. But like the majority of the female population that shared your feelings for him, you had no chance. Of course, you've already accepted this. Sure, it hurt. Real love always does but you deal with it.   "I can promise you that I've missed you more, (Y/N)," he smiled softly.  His eyes flickered to the crowd forming behind us. "You wanna get out of here?" He asked, clearly not wanting to deal with them as much as you didn't. You nodded eagerly and he pulled open the car door and gestured for you to get in. The pair of you visited all of your old hangout spots. You gamed at the local arcade, watched a short film at the cinema, ate at the diner making sure to get the usual, and even played a round of basketball at the neighborhood court (where you totally demolished him in a game of HORSE).  "It's getting late and we still haven't been to our favorite spot yet," Louis reminded you, leading the way there.  The treehouse.  You two had spent more time in there than in your actual homes.  Louis grabbed your hand and helped you climb up. You both lied down on the hard wood of the treehouse facing the night sky above. As the wood creaked from handling our weight, Louis chuckled and said, "I think we're getting too old for this."  "Never," you disagreed.  "Do you still come here?" Louis asked.  "Not as much anymore," you answered. "It's not the same without you." The treehouse technically wasn't yours nor his. You had both stumbled upon it, noticed it was abandoned, and deemed it yours (making it official by carving your names on it). And over the years, it's become a hideout, a hangout, a safe haven, a home. But only to you and him.  A comfortable silence took over as you simply gazed up at the stars trying to find patterns and shapes drawn across the sky. Stargazing. Another favorite past time.  Hmm...that sorta looks like the state of Texas. And that could be — "I think I'm in love with you."  "What?" You turned to face Louis but his eyes were still focused above.  "I broke up with Eleanor." "What?" You repeated. "When? Why?" "Last month in the states," he explained. "El's an amazing girl. She's gorgeous, successful, smart. But I just wasn't feeling it."  "You weren't feeling it?" You repeated.  "Don't think this was some rash decision. I gave it a lot of thought. We had been dating a long while. But for some reason, it didn't feel...right. And hell, I didn't know why. And then today, being back here with you, just staring into your green eyes, made me realize it's because Eleanor isn't you. And no girl could ever compare to you. And that I don't want to be with anyone but you. Because I'm in love with you." Louis confessed.  You didn't say anything. You couldn't say anything. The girl who was filled with sarcastic comebacks and quirky remarks was speechless.  "I'm sorry, (Y/N). I just had to tell you. I couldn't get on that plane back to the states knowing you had no idea how I felt about you. It's the only secret I've kept from you. I didn't know how to tell you. I'm sorry for blurting it out like that. You don't have to say anything. You don't feel the same way? Fine. Nothing has to change. We can —"  "You have no idea how long I've been waiting for this," you whispered, smiling. "Louis Tomlinson, of course I love you. I always have." "Really?" "Really."  You felt his hands interlock with yours as he scooted closer and turned his head to face you. There was nothing left but for him to gently place his lips on yours.