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“Haz? Are you asleep?” Louis whispered softly in the dark. It was the third week of the Xfactor and it was around midnight, but Louis couldn’t fall asleep. He had too many thoughts, but he was scared too. It was thundering outside and he hated that. He couldn’t stand the sound. He didn’t really know why, and he thought it was incredibly stupid and childish to feel this way about thunder, so he hadn’t told any of the boys, not even Harry. Harry, he was a special boy. Not just a special boy, an amazing boy. Harry did something to Louis, he did something to Louis’ feelings without doing anything for it. Harry could make Louis smile instantly, Harry could make Louis feel safe by just touching his arm lightly. Harry could make Louis laugh, even if Louis tried his best not to. Harry could make Louis’ heart beat faster and louder by just looking at him. Harry could make Louis nervous by just wrapping an arm around him. Harry could make Louis blush by just locking their eyes. Harry could make Louis shiver by just touching his face. Harry could do all those things to Louis, and Louis loved it. Harry made him happy. Harry was wonderful. Harry was the most amazing person Louis had ever known. Louis had fallen for Harry, hard and fast. He was head over heels in love with the boy, and he knew there was no way back now that they knew each other so well. They hadn’t known each other for that long, but it felt like they had known each other for ages. They were best friends, soul mates. They told each other everything. Except that Louis hadn’t told Harry about his feelings. He had a strong feeling that Harry might like him back, but he wasn’t completely sure. He was too scared to tell Harry, too afraid to lose his best friend, his soul mate. He hadn’t told Harry about his fear for thunder either, because he considered it too childish and stupid and he didn’t want Harry to think of him like that. But now he just wanted to talk to Harry, to keep his head from exploding of thoughts and to keep his attention from the thunder. Harry was in the lower bed of the bunk him and Louis shared, so Louis was bend over the side of his to look down at Harry. “Yeah,” Harry whispered back and turned around and looked up so he could look at Louis. “Can’t sleep.” “Me neither,” Louis whispered back. Harry stretched out his hand up towards Louis for him to grab. Louis took Harry’s hand as a reflex, letting his fingers slide through Harry’s. “Wow, Lou, you’re shaking,” Harry whispered in surprise, and only then Louis noticed how his hands were shaking. The thunder was doing more to him than he thought. Just at that moment, there was a loud thunder clasps outside and in reflex Louis curled up, pressing his face in his pillow and squeezing Harry’s hand hard. “Louis? Are you scared of thunder?” Harry asked in his soft voice, not judging Louis. He sounded concerned. “Yeah,” Louis admitted slowly. “Kinda, very much.” “Aw, Lou,” Harry said and brushed his thumb over Louis’ hand. ” ‘s okay,” Louis whispered. “Please don’t tell anyone, it’s embarrassing.” “I won’t tell anyone, but it’s not embarrassing.” “It is, it’s stupid and childish,” Louis said. At that moment, there was another loud thunder outside and Louis had the same reaction as before. He squeezed Harry’s hand tightly and curled up, hiding his face in his pillow. He tried his best not to cry. However, a tear escaped and slid down his cheek. “Okay, that’s enough. I can’t stand you being scared like that,” Harry whispered firmly. “Come down here so I can hold you.” Louis heart started beating louder at the thought and he felt his cheeks heating up. He couldn’t stop the smile on his face from forming. He got up, climbing out of the upper bunk as quietly as possible because he didn’t want to wake the other boys. Harry was still holding his hand, and it seemed like he wasn’t planning on letting it go any time soon. Louis descended the small ladder attached to the bed and climbed in Harry’s bed. Harry had lifted the covers so Louis could join him. As soon as Louis lied down, Harry pulled him closer. He pressed a kiss to Louis’ cheek. Louis tried to suppress the shiver Harry was sending down his spine, but it didn’t really work. He snuggled up closer to Harry, hiding his face in the crook of Harry’s neck. They both didn’t let go of each other’s hand. They just lied their like that for a moment, cuddled up to each other. Louis felt so safe and warm, it was as if the thunder outside was just a quiet background noise, something harmless. “Thanks Hazza,” he whispered and he felt Harry smile. “You’re welcome Lou, I wouldn’t want you to be scared. And even if you wouldn’t have been scared, I just like having you close to me,” Harry whispered back, breathing in Louis’ ear. “Yeah, me too,” Louis said. “It’s my favourite feeling in the world.” He hugged Harry tighter and shifted a bit so he was completely comfortable. “I think I can sleep now,” Harry mumbled and squeezed Louis’ hand lightly. “Me too,” Louis answered truly, he felt so comfortable, relaxed and saved, he was sure he could fall asleep any moment. “Goodnight Lou,” Harry breathed and kissed Louis’ cheek on more time. “Goodnight Haz,” Louis replied and brushed his thumb over Harry’s hand. There was a loud thunder outside, but Louis didn’t have his normal reaction. Instead of paying attention to the sound of the thunder, he focused on Harry’s breathing. Harry hugged Louis tighter when the thunder sounded, but he didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to say anything, it was perfect the way it was. Louis felt completely safe in Harry’s arms. Before he knew it, he was fast asleep. When they woke up the next morning, they were in the same position, their hands still joined together. Since that night, it became a habit for Louis and Harry to sleep in the same bed. The other boys didn’t question it, they were used to the two boys being extremely close with each other. They thought it was cute, they didn’t mind. Louis and Harry became even closer, and Louis’ feelings for Harry were stronger than ever before. He was holding onto Harry for the most of the day, he didn’t like it when he wasn’t able to feel Harry. Harry seemed to feel the same way, because he was touching Louis just as often. They two boys were never far away from each other, never separated. They spent a lot of time together, in fact, they spent all their time together. Louis wanted to tell Harry how he felt. He wanted to show Harry how much he meant to him. But he was too scared, too afraid anything would change and he would lose Harry as his soul mate. “Lou, would you mind going through the song with me once more? I know we’ve practiced it a lot today, but I’m not sure about my solo. And I know the others aren’t here, but I just want to practice it one more time,” Harry said. They were sitting on Harry’s bed, leaning against each other. Louis was typing an email on his laptop, and Harry had been listening to music. They often sat like this when they had some time off. They spent their free time with each other too. “You know you’ll do amazing, right? You don’t need to practice anymore,” Louis said while shutting his laptop. “But if it makes you feel better, I’ll happily sing it with you once more.” “Thanks Louis,” Harry said and pressed a kiss to Louis’ cheek. Louis heart raced in his chest at the movement and he couldn’t stop the stupid grin from forming on his face. He loved it when Harry kissed his cheek. “You’re welcome,” Louis smiled and squeezed Harry’s hand. They started singing the song, and Louis wondered why Harry wanted to practice it once more. Harry was brilliant, he sang everything so pure and clearly. Louis loved listening to Harry singing, it made him feel like he was in a different place. It made him feel so happy and safe, as if nothing would ever be able to break that mood. Louis was listening so intensely to Harry, that he forgot to sing the part he was supposed to sing next. He looked at Harry expectantly, wanting him to continue. “Lou, you’ve got to sing now,” Harry laughed and Louis blushed. “Oh, yeah… Er, sorry. I-I forgot,” he stumbled and blushed furiously. He smacked himself mentally for making such a fool of himself and he didn’t understand half of what he was feeling. “You seem so far away with your thoughts, is something wrong?” Harry asked and placed his hand on Louis’ arm. Louis’ skin formed goose bumps at the feeling of Harry’s hand against his skin. Louis shook his head. “No, I just er- I just seem to get lost in your voice when you sing,” Louis admitted softly. He didn’t know why, but he really wanted Harry to know the truth. Harry blushed at Louis’ words and his lips formed a beautiful smile. “Really?” He asked shyly. “Yeah, really,” Louis confirmed. “Eh, thanks, I guess. I mean, I know it wasn’t very good, but thanks,” Harry said and scratched his neck. It was an awkward situation, they both didn’t really know what to say and they were both blushing and smiling at each other. Still, things couldn’t really get awkward between Louis and Harry. “Harry, you really are very good. Don’t talk yourself down, you are amazing,” Louis said, taking Harry’s hand to show that he meant what he was saying. “Never as good as you,” Harry answered and Louis’ eyes widened. “What?” He asked in surprise. “Harry, you are a million times better than me, everyone knows that.” “I don’t like it when you talk so low about yourself,” Harry said and brushed his thumb over Louis’ hand. “Your voice is so beautiful.” Louis felt his cheeks turn even redder and he looked at his feet. “It’s not, Haz.” “It is,” Harry said and lifted Louis’ chin so their eyes were connected. “Just like everything else about you.” Louis swallowed thickly, trying to get rid of the lump in his throat. His heart was beating so loudly he was sure Harry could hear it. “Harry,” Louis breathed, trying to find his voice back. “There’s something I need to tell you.” He really wanted to tell Harry about his feelings, he really wanted to let him know how he felt about the boy. “Later,” Harry whispered and pulled Louis closer. There faced were only inches apart, and Louis was feeling his skin burn. “There’s something that I have to do first.” Louis froze, he couldn’t believe what was happening. Harry was leaning in closer and closer, their lips millimeters apart. Louis forgot how to breath, he forgot how to move. He just waited for Harry’s lips to touch his, and eventually they did. At first, they just brushed against each other, slowly and softly, discovering and exploring. Then, Harry pressed his lips against Louis’, kissing him without any holding back. Louis wrapped his arms around Harry’s neck, tangling his hands in Harry’s soft curls he loved so much. Harry wrapped his arms around Louis’ waist, pulling him even closer and slowly parting his lips. It was the most passionate, intimate, beautiful kiss Louis had ever had. When they broke apart, they looked at each other with expressions which said so much more than words. “You wanted to tell me something?” Harry asked. “What? Oh that. Never mind, you already know now,” Louis laughed and Harry smiled. “I’ve wanted to kiss you for such a long time,” Harry said and brought his face close to Louis’ again. “Me too,” Louis replied and kissed Harry again. After their first kiss, they were even closer than before. You wouldn’t think it was possible, but it definitely was because Louis and Harry were becoming one person. If you were looking for them, you just had to find one of the two and you’d have found them both. If you wanted to speak to one of them, you wouldn’t be able to do that because you would speak to both of them. If you wanted a picture with one of them, you’d get a picture with the two boys. They were never apart, always together. They hadn’t told anyone they felt more for each other than just friends, so they didn’t kiss in public, but for the rest they already acted as a couple before they were even together, so no one noticed anything. As soon as they had some time alone, their lips were locked and their kisses were heated. “Haz, I’ve been thinking,” Louis said between a few kisses. “We’ve been together for two weeks now, and I’d really like to tell the others. Not all the contestants and people who work here and the fans and stuff, but just our families and the boys, if you’re okay with that.” Harry nodded, pressing his lips against Louis’ once more before answering. “Yes, you’re right. I’d like to tell them too. I just… How?” Louis shrugged. “I don’t know yet, we’ll figure something out.” They didn’t have to figure something out, though. They were in the bedroom, spending their free time together. At first, they had just been cuddled up and both writing an email to their families, but after that they had both put their laptops aside and started kissing. It wasn’t long before the kissing had turned into proper making out and Louis was lying on top of Harry. They were so caught up in the moment that they didn’t hear the door open and the other three boys walking in. “Er..,” Liam said and cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to understand what was happening. Niall started laughing and Zayn grinned. “Guys, maybe you should ask for a bedroom for the two of you, could come in handy, you know?” Zayn joked and Louis and Harry sat up in shock, only noticing the boys now. Their faces were flushed red of embarrassment and they didn’t know where to look. “Eh, hi guys,” Louis said awkwardly and Niall started to laugh even louder. “Sorry for er… walking in,” Liam said and shifted from one foot on another. “Look, we were going to tell you guys,” Louis said and took Harry’s hand. “We really were. We weren’t hiding it from you or something.” “Please don’t hate us,” Harry said quickly and squeezed Louis’ hand. Louis squeezed back, letting Harry know it was going to be okay. “Why would we hate you?” Zayn asked, genuinely confused. “Because we’re together and we hadn’t told you immediately. Plus we’re both boys and maybe you wouldn’t be okay with it,” Harry mumbled, looking at his feet. “We don’t hate you, please don’t ever think that,” Niall said and went over to Harry to pull him in a hug. “To be honest, I think we all already knew that you two had something going on, I mean, who wouldn’t notice?” “What do you mean?” Harry asked confused. Now all of the other boys started to laugh, even Louis. “You two act as a couple around each other, it’s hard to believe you’re just friends,” Liam explained and Harry realised it was true what he was saying. “I guess you’re right,” Harry smiled. He let go off Niall, who had still been hugging Harry, and wrapped his arms around Louis. Louis pressed a kiss against Harry’s lips. “Just eh, try to keep it down a tiny bit? I mean, I don’t care about your spare time and stuff, but I think we’d all appreciate it if you didn’t started snogging randomly in the middle of a rehearsal or something,” Liam said and everybody laughed. “We will, Li, don’t worry,” Louis said and Harry nodded. ” ‘kay, we’ll leave you two alone now,” Zayn said with a meaningful expression and Niall laughed again. Louis stuck out his tongue playfully. “Thanks guys, for accepting us,” Harry said just before Liam closed the door. “It wasn’t much of surprise, Harry. And besides, why wouldn’t we accept you? We love you two, and we’re just happy you two are happy,” Liam answered and winked. He closed the door and Louis and Harry were alone again. “Well, that went differently than planned,” Louis laughed and Harry nodded. “Yeah, maybe it’s better if we make sure we tell our parents, and not let them walk in on us,” he said and Louis laughed. “Yes, I guess that’s a good idea,” he said before pulling Harry closer again and locking their lips. (give me feedback)

Louis was in love. He had been in love for weeks now, and he felt happier than ever before. He was in love with Harry, who happened to be his best friend and band mate. He didn’t know how and when it exactly happened, it just did. He had worried at first, but after a few days of feeling worried and miserable, he had decided that it was no use to feel so down like that, if he could just enjoy the beauty of being in love. He knew it wasn’t very easy, he didn’t know if Harry loved him back or not, he didn’t know if anything would ever work out. But he knew that he might have a chance, Harry might love him back because there was no sign that he absolutely didn’t. Louis knew he had to talk to Harry soon about his feelings, because he would never know if he never talked. Louis was sitting on the sofa patiently, waiting for Harry to come out of the bathroom. It was the last evening of their week-off, and Harry had been home all week, just spending time with Louis. Louis wasn’t sure if it meant something, but he had decided to give it a chance and just ask Harry, tell Harry how he felt. Louis was nervous and scared, but he knew that if he wouldn’t say it now, he wouldn’t ever say it. He was pulled out of his thoughts by the sound of the bathroom door opening and a singing Harry walking into the living room. For a moment, Louis forgot what he was about to tell Harry. He was so breath taken by the sound of Harry’s voice. Harry smiled while he finished the song and looked Louis in the eyes. Louis gulped, he felt like a shock was going through his body. It was a good shock, though, he loved the feeling. It was as if nothing could hurt him, as if he was perfectly save. He wanted to stand up and press his lips against Harry’s, but he realized just in time he couldn’t. Not yet. He had to tell Harry about his feelings first. “What’s up with you, Boo?” Harry asked, grinning. “You seem a bit off. Aren’t you supposed to join in when I’m singing?” “Yeah, I guess I just love your voice too much to ruin it,” Louis said and smiled up at Harry. He was becoming more nervous with the second, he began to realise that everything between them could change very soon, all depending on the way Harry was going to react, all depending on the way Harry felt. “Ah, don’t say that. Your voice is perfect,” Harry said and sat down next to Louis, wrapping one arm around the boy automatically. Louis melted into the touch immediately, it gave him the strength to go through with his idea of telling Harry about his feelings. “Thanks Haz,” he smiled. “But I actually need to tell you something.” Harry raised his eyebrows in surprise at Louis’ serious voice. “What’s wrong?” he asked, worried. “Nothing. I think. I don’t think it’s wrong, well, I hope it’s not wrong,” Louis said and looked up at Harry unsurely, what if it was wrong? “Then just tell me, Lou,” Harry said and squeezed Louis shoulder. The movement made Louis shiver, but it also gave him courage. “Okay, so… ehm… I…I love you,” Louis said softly, knowing that if he didn’t say it now, he would never say it. “I really love you, Harry.” He said it with such a tone in his voice that Harry knew he meant it, and Harry knew he meant it in the more than friends way. Harry gulped and Louis knew he was trying to think of what to say. Harry had a small smile formed on his lips, and Louis saw that as a good sign. “Louis,” Harry said after a short while of thinking and pulled his arm away from around Louis. The movement filled Louis with disappointment. But only for a moment, though. Harry took Louis’ hands in both of his, and connected their eyes. “I really don’t know what to say, or how to say it, but I…I love you too, Boo, so much.” Louis blinked a few times, trying to figure out if Harry was speaking the truth. Harry locked his eyes with Louis’ again, and Louis couldn’t look away. The way Harry was looking at him sent shivers down his spine. It made the hairs of his arms stand up and it made him want to stay this way forever. He saw Harry lean in slowly and before he even realised what he was doing, he leaned in too, making their lips brush against each other. It was like in a film, like in a book, their lips fitted together perfectly and neither of them hesitated a moment. They shared the most perfect kiss ever, they both couldn’t believe it was actually happening. “When did it happen? When did you fall in love?” Harry asked a while later. They were talking, and Harry wanted to know when Louis had fallen in love with him. “I don’t really know, I guess I fell in love a bit more every day. Every time you looked me in the eyes, I just felt so perfect and safe. I just feel like nothing can hurt me when you look me in the eyes,” Louis answered and took Harry’s hand. Harry smiled at Louis and brushed his thumb over Louis’ hand softly. “I feel the same way. When you look me in the eyes, and you tell me that you love me, everything is alright. I don’t think anything can hurt me. Everything’s alright. You’re right beside me, and it feels like I catch a glimpse of heaven, like I find my paradise. You’re eyes make me feel so safe and loved, you make me feel so loved, Louis, I guess that’s how I fell in love with you,” Harry said and pecked Louis lips. “How can someone not love you?” Louis asked and kissed Harry. Harry smiled in the kiss. “I was thinking the same about you,” he said. “There’s something I’ve got to let you know, Haz,” Louis said and leaned his forehead against Harry’s. Harry waited expectantly but didn’t say anything. “I never want to let you go,” Louis whispered and Harry smiled. “I don’t want to let you go either,” Harry whispered back and pressed his lips against Louis’ again, knowing that nothing could hurt him, nothing could stand in his way. He could reach his tomorrow, he could hold his head up high, and it was all because Louis was by his side.