Am I Really?
Chapter Five
Louis Point Of View:
I ran my hands through the chococlate brown curls laying on my naked chest. He seemed to be enjoying it by the soft purrs that were coming from his chest.
He lifted his head, his emerald eyes meeting mine.
"I love you" His groggy deep voice spoke. I smiled a sly smile, scratching his head a little.
He began to scoot up to my height, and smiled his famous cheeky smile.
"Well, hello" I said, swiping my thumb across his plump bottom lip. He puckered his lips, giving my thumb a soft kiss.
He sat up and leaned over me, putting his arms on my side to hold himself up.
His plump lips gave a soft, gentle kiss on my nose, making me giggle a bit. He smiled, and kissed both my cheeks, and swiped his thumbs across them.
Finally, they came down to my lips.
It was soft, and gentle, lips barely touching, but so passionate. It sent the buzzing feeling in my stomach, and my heart race.
He pulled back, his breathing shallow from even the smallest kiss.
"Oh, I love you, Harry"
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I awoke to my cool, dark room.
I needed Harry... now. I'm not sure why, but I need his touch, his curls, his dimples, his smile, I need everything!
I left my bed, and entered the dark staircase, leading me down to the peasants' sleeping quarters.
After a few minutes of running down stairs I couldn't count, and my breathing finally slowing, I made my way to the hallway with all the rooms.
I looked into each room, not finding the boy I needed to see.
At the end of the hall, at the last room. there was a mop of curls against a mattress. I sighed in relief.
I walked toward the small bed, where Harry was sleeping peacefully.
His curls were draped across his forehead, and matress. His long eyelashed were rested against his cheek, and soft snores were coming from his partly open mouth.
I shook him slightly.
"Harry!" I whispered, not wanting to wake the woman sleeping in the other bed.
He disn't budge.
I shool him again, a bit harder.
"Harry!"
His eyes fluttered open, and he looked confused.
"Prince Louis?" He asked. I sighed, not wanting to be called 'prince'.
"Just Louis"
He smiled, and I could feel my heart speed up.
"Okay. Louis, what are you doing here?"
I suddenly froze, not sure what to say.
"Uhh... we need to talk... in my room" I stuttered out.
"Louis, the last time that happened you started crying... I mean, why do we nees these talks?"
I groaned, "Please, Harry.. I just... need...you"
Harry closed his eyes and smiled, and I just wantes to grab his face and kiss it!
"Alright, come on"
He climbed out of bed, and I noticed he was topless. I tore my eyes away from his long torso, not wanting to be akward.
We finally made it back to my room.
"Look, Harry.." I started off.. "I've never had these... feelings, I could say. The first day I actually met you, that night, I had my first sexual dream... about you"
Harry was stern, his eyebrown furrowed, and focused. Incredibly attractive.
"That day, when I awoke, I kept reminding myself I fancy girls, not boys. But, I just couldn't bring myself to it. That's why I wanted to talk that day"
Harry nodded.
"But, why did you cry? It... hurt... me, Louis... to see that" He spoke, obvisously uncomfortable with expressing his feelings.
"When you said you were nineteen.. and gay. My subconcious told me that we wpuld never be together because of the age difference, and I couldn't hold it back. I'm sorry, Harry"
Harry stood up, and walked toward me .
This was the first time I could actually see the height difference. His long arms wrapped around my waist.
"I know the feeling, Louis. I had the same problems before I came to the realization, that I am gay... and proud" He spoke into my hair.
I sighed, and finally layed my head into his shoulder, giving up trying to reject him.
"I'm glad you do. No one else would understand"
I felt his large hands rub against my back, and he left a kiss on my temple.
"You tired?" He asked.
I nodded, suddenly feeling both emotionally and mentally drained.
Harry let go of me, and grabbed my hand, leading me towards my bed. I got in it, not covering up... just yet.
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm.
"Wait!" I said, my voice higher than usual.
He turned back around, studying me. "I mean, stay with me, lay down with me... even if it's just for tonight. I don't want to let his go, just yet"
Harry nodded, and climbed into bed with me, covering us with the covers. I cuddled my head in the crook of his neck, and cuddled closer.
His arms wrapped aeound me body, pulling me closer if even possible. He kissed my temple, and whispered,
"I hope it's not just for tonight"
I ran my hands through the chococlate brown curls laying on my naked chest. He seemed to be enjoying it by the soft purrs that were coming from his chest.
He lifted his head, his emerald eyes meeting mine.
"I love you" His groggy deep voice spoke. I smiled a sly smile, scratching his head a little.
He began to scoot up to my height, and smiled his famous cheeky smile.
"Well, hello" I said, swiping my thumb across his plump bottom lip. He puckered his lips, giving my thumb a soft kiss.
He sat up and leaned over me, putting his arms on my side to hold himself up.
His plump lips gave a soft, gentle kiss on my nose, making me giggle a bit. He smiled, and kissed both my cheeks, and swiped his thumbs across them.
Finally, they came down to my lips.
It was soft, and gentle, lips barely touching, but so passionate. It sent the buzzing feeling in my stomach, and my heart race.
He pulled back, his breathing shallow from even the smallest kiss.
"Oh, I love you, Harry"
------
I awoke to my cool, dark room.
I needed Harry... now. I'm not sure why, but I need his touch, his curls, his dimples, his smile, I need everything!
I left my bed, and entered the dark staircase, leading me down to the peasants' sleeping quarters.
After a few minutes of running down stairs I couldn't count, and my breathing finally slowing, I made my way to the hallway with all the rooms.
I looked into each room, not finding the boy I needed to see.
At the end of the hall, at the last room. there was a mop of curls against a mattress. I sighed in relief.
I walked toward the small bed, where Harry was sleeping peacefully.
His curls were draped across his forehead, and matress. His long eyelashed were rested against his cheek, and soft snores were coming from his partly open mouth.
I shook him slightly.
"Harry!" I whispered, not wanting to wake the woman sleeping in the other bed.
He disn't budge.
I shool him again, a bit harder.
"Harry!"
His eyes fluttered open, and he looked confused.
"Prince Louis?" He asked. I sighed, not wanting to be called 'prince'.
"Just Louis"
He smiled, and I could feel my heart speed up.
"Okay. Louis, what are you doing here?"
I suddenly froze, not sure what to say.
"Uhh... we need to talk... in my room" I stuttered out.
"Louis, the last time that happened you started crying... I mean, why do we nees these talks?"
I groaned, "Please, Harry.. I just... need...you"
Harry closed his eyes and smiled, and I just wantes to grab his face and kiss it!
"Alright, come on"
He climbed out of bed, and I noticed he was topless. I tore my eyes away from his long torso, not wanting to be akward.
We finally made it back to my room.
"Look, Harry.." I started off.. "I've never had these... feelings, I could say. The first day I actually met you, that night, I had my first sexual dream... about you"
Harry was stern, his eyebrown furrowed, and focused. Incredibly attractive.
"That day, when I awoke, I kept reminding myself I fancy girls, not boys. But, I just couldn't bring myself to it. That's why I wanted to talk that day"
Harry nodded.
"But, why did you cry? It... hurt... me, Louis... to see that" He spoke, obvisously uncomfortable with expressing his feelings.
"When you said you were nineteen.. and gay. My subconcious told me that we wpuld never be together because of the age difference, and I couldn't hold it back. I'm sorry, Harry"
Harry stood up, and walked toward me .
This was the first time I could actually see the height difference. His long arms wrapped around my waist.
"I know the feeling, Louis. I had the same problems before I came to the realization, that I am gay... and proud" He spoke into my hair.
I sighed, and finally layed my head into his shoulder, giving up trying to reject him.
"I'm glad you do. No one else would understand"
I felt his large hands rub against my back, and he left a kiss on my temple.
"You tired?" He asked.
I nodded, suddenly feeling both emotionally and mentally drained.
Harry let go of me, and grabbed my hand, leading me towards my bed. I got in it, not covering up... just yet.
He turned to leave, but I grabbed his arm.
"Wait!" I said, my voice higher than usual.
He turned back around, studying me. "I mean, stay with me, lay down with me... even if it's just for tonight. I don't want to let his go, just yet"
Harry nodded, and climbed into bed with me, covering us with the covers. I cuddled my head in the crook of his neck, and cuddled closer.
His arms wrapped aeound me body, pulling me closer if even possible. He kissed my temple, and whispered,
"I hope it's not just for tonight"
happy (late I think) birthday! oh and, Sequel :3
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