World Tour
Kiss You
***Harry Styles***
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012 – Bournemouth, England
We got back to our hotel after our concert in Bournemouth and I immediately went up to my room, the guys knowing I didn’t want to talk anymore. I was still upset about my performance during the show, and I knew it had all been due to how distracted I’d been about Louis. He hadn’t said a word to me about us or shown any sign of making a decision, and when he put his arm around me in my dressing room I couldn’t take it. How could he touch me like that, thinking it wouldn’t mean anything to me? I meant what I said to him about this tearing my self esteem down even further, but I didn’t mean that I wished I’d never kissed him. At least, not yet. Unless he were to completely rip my heart out by rejecting me, I wasn’t going to regret kissing him, not yet. I was holding out hope, but I had just yelled at him, so that hope was slowly disintegrating into nothing. I stripped down to my shorts and white tee shirt and climbed under the warm covers of the hotel bed, but before I even turned out the light there was a knock on my room door. I sighed and got out of bed, then opened it, not expecting to see Louis on the other side.
“Hi,” he said, quietly. I stepped aside and let him in, letting the door close behind him. He had changed into his pajamas already, too – flannel bottoms and a white tee shirt. “The guys and I were all worried, so they sent me to check on you since they know we’re best friends.”
“Are we?” I asked, and immediately regretted it, seeing his face fall, crushed.
“Harry, I’m trying here,” Louis said, the pain evident on his face and in his voice. I nodded, knowing he was. “Did you – did you really mean it when you said you wished you hadn’t kissed me?” Louis asked, nervously. Louis – nervous? I sighed, unable to explain myself. I just licked my lips and shook my head. “Good,” Louis continued, taking a step towards me. I perked up. Did he just say “good”? And then, before I could ask him to clarify, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, square on the lips. It lasted for a long second, and then he pulled away, searching my eyes for a reaction. But my eyes were the wrong place to look – it was my lips that wanted more. I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to mine, and then we walked over to the bed, our lips staying locked together. Louis pushed me down backwards on it and climbed on top of me. We made out for awhile, and I only hoped it felt as good and right for Louis as it did for me. Eventually, though, we both needed to come up for air, so we parted and looked at each other, lying sideways on the bed facing each other, breathing heavily. Louis reached across our hips and took my hand with his, resting them between us as we looked at each other. The spark in his eye was twinkling, but there was still some confusion in them. I smiled reassuringly at him.
“So…what’s your answer?” I joked, smirking. He laughed lightly and shook his head. My favorite thing to do was make Louis laugh – it wasn’t an easy thing to do, but for some reason he seemed to find me funnier than he found anyone else, and I loved it. He, in turn, could always make me laugh, or we could play off each other during live interviews to get the interviewer and the other guys to laugh. But then Louis’s smile faded, and his face turned serious.
“We should talk about this, though,” he said. I nodded, knowing he was right. “I mean, I’m not quite ready to tell the public, or the guys…” he trailed off.
“It’s fine, Lou,” I told him. “We’ll take it slow. As slow as you need.” He nodded, appreciatively.
“Does this – does this make us, like, exclusive?” he asked, and I thought I saw a glint of hope in his eyes.
“You tell me,” I told him, squeezing our still intertwined hands.
“Well, I’d like that, if you would,” he said. I nodded.
“There’s nothing I’ve wanted more for a long time,” I told him.
“How long have you known?” he asked me.
“That I like boys?” I clarified. He nodded. “Probably my whole life. I just ignored it until I met you.” He nodded again, processing.
“Does your family know?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m going to have to tell them now that it’s real, though.”
“We’ll do it together,” Louis promised me. I smiled.
“I’m glad you came here tonight,” I told him. He smiled.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he apologized. “I didn’t realize how much this was tearing you up until you told me in the dressing room.”
“Sorry I blew up at you,” I muttered.
“I deserved it,” he told me.
“Never,” I kissed the tip of his nose, smiling devilishly. He blinked, feigning horror, and then began making out with me again. It was too perfect, too good to be true.
Tuesday, January 3rd, 2012 – Bournemouth, England
We got back to our hotel after our concert in Bournemouth and I immediately went up to my room, the guys knowing I didn’t want to talk anymore. I was still upset about my performance during the show, and I knew it had all been due to how distracted I’d been about Louis. He hadn’t said a word to me about us or shown any sign of making a decision, and when he put his arm around me in my dressing room I couldn’t take it. How could he touch me like that, thinking it wouldn’t mean anything to me? I meant what I said to him about this tearing my self esteem down even further, but I didn’t mean that I wished I’d never kissed him. At least, not yet. Unless he were to completely rip my heart out by rejecting me, I wasn’t going to regret kissing him, not yet. I was holding out hope, but I had just yelled at him, so that hope was slowly disintegrating into nothing. I stripped down to my shorts and white tee shirt and climbed under the warm covers of the hotel bed, but before I even turned out the light there was a knock on my room door. I sighed and got out of bed, then opened it, not expecting to see Louis on the other side.
“Hi,” he said, quietly. I stepped aside and let him in, letting the door close behind him. He had changed into his pajamas already, too – flannel bottoms and a white tee shirt. “The guys and I were all worried, so they sent me to check on you since they know we’re best friends.”
“Are we?” I asked, and immediately regretted it, seeing his face fall, crushed.
“Harry, I’m trying here,” Louis said, the pain evident on his face and in his voice. I nodded, knowing he was. “Did you – did you really mean it when you said you wished you hadn’t kissed me?” Louis asked, nervously. Louis – nervous? I sighed, unable to explain myself. I just licked my lips and shook my head. “Good,” Louis continued, taking a step towards me. I perked up. Did he just say “good”? And then, before I could ask him to clarify, he took my face in his hands and kissed me, square on the lips. It lasted for a long second, and then he pulled away, searching my eyes for a reaction. But my eyes were the wrong place to look – it was my lips that wanted more. I grabbed his neck and pulled his lips back to mine, and then we walked over to the bed, our lips staying locked together. Louis pushed me down backwards on it and climbed on top of me. We made out for awhile, and I only hoped it felt as good and right for Louis as it did for me. Eventually, though, we both needed to come up for air, so we parted and looked at each other, lying sideways on the bed facing each other, breathing heavily. Louis reached across our hips and took my hand with his, resting them between us as we looked at each other. The spark in his eye was twinkling, but there was still some confusion in them. I smiled reassuringly at him.
“So…what’s your answer?” I joked, smirking. He laughed lightly and shook his head. My favorite thing to do was make Louis laugh – it wasn’t an easy thing to do, but for some reason he seemed to find me funnier than he found anyone else, and I loved it. He, in turn, could always make me laugh, or we could play off each other during live interviews to get the interviewer and the other guys to laugh. But then Louis’s smile faded, and his face turned serious.
“We should talk about this, though,” he said. I nodded, knowing he was right. “I mean, I’m not quite ready to tell the public, or the guys…” he trailed off.
“It’s fine, Lou,” I told him. “We’ll take it slow. As slow as you need.” He nodded, appreciatively.
“Does this – does this make us, like, exclusive?” he asked, and I thought I saw a glint of hope in his eyes.
“You tell me,” I told him, squeezing our still intertwined hands.
“Well, I’d like that, if you would,” he said. I nodded.
“There’s nothing I’ve wanted more for a long time,” I told him.
“How long have you known?” he asked me.
“That I like boys?” I clarified. He nodded. “Probably my whole life. I just ignored it until I met you.” He nodded again, processing.
“Does your family know?”
“No,” I shook my head. “I’m going to have to tell them now that it’s real, though.”
“We’ll do it together,” Louis promised me. I smiled.
“I’m glad you came here tonight,” I told him. He smiled.
“I’m sorry it took me so long,” he apologized. “I didn’t realize how much this was tearing you up until you told me in the dressing room.”
“Sorry I blew up at you,” I muttered.
“I deserved it,” he told me.
“Never,” I kissed the tip of his nose, smiling devilishly. He blinked, feigning horror, and then began making out with me again. It was too perfect, too good to be true.
Notes
OMG Directioners,HERE IT IS! The beginning of a beautiful romance laced with emotion, drama, and passion...ahhh.
@Sinthiaa
No, it's not hers, it's mine, and I can't get in touch with her or the site admins to get it taken down, grrr haha. Thank you for saying something though :-) *MUAH*
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