(Harry’s POV)
“I KNEW IT! I FUCKING KNEW IT!” Niall is still shouting, even fifteen minutes later when we’ve managed to get to the car without him blurting anything out in front of management, or even worse, press. We make sure the dividing window/wall thing is shut so the damn driver can’t hear the lunatic as he freaks out.
“Shut up Niall!” Louis shouts, getting angry. I don’t blame him, I’m annoyed as hell. I was quite enjoying needing Louis and him needing me back. Plus the kissing. Duh.
“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?” Zayn asks wildly, grinning like a madman. Liam can’t wipe the satisfied grin off his stupid face.
“Maybe because you might do this?” I say sarcastically, gesturing to them with my free hand.
My other arm was wrapped around Lou’s waist, holding him tightly to my side. He was snuggled in there, like usual, but he had an uncharacteristically tight hold on my knee, and I figure he’s trying to comfort me after my breakdown. It’s working.
“OF COURSE WE’D DO THIS!” Niall shouts, even louder, and Liam shushes him.
“Soooo?” Zayn asks, sounding like a teenage girl. I raise an eyebrow.
“What?” Louis questions, and I take his free hand in mine, intertwining our fingers now that we can.
“So how did this happen? When did this happen? What are you? How far have you gone? Do you love each other? And more importantly, how the fuck did you keep it from us?” Zayn asks all at once, and Liam chuckles into his shoulder as Niall bounces excitedly.
“That’s a lot of questions.” I say sarcastically with a smirk.
“Ah, but see Hazza, I have a good memory.” Louis teases, kissing me on the cheek. I look at him in surprise, asking the silent question. You okay with them knowing all this? He nods.
“This happened because Harry was jealous of Colin, it happened during that fight on the tour bus, we’re boyfriends, we’ve had sex, I love him and we kept it from you easily because you’re oblivious idiots.” Lou answers quickly, and though it’s blunt, it’s definitely perfect.
I smile at the shocked expressions on Zayn and Niall’s faces, and the amused one on Liam’s. “And I love him too, by the way. And…he needs me and I need him.” I say, adding our newfound information.
I take Lou’s chin with my finger, turn his head upwards to mine, and lean in to press my lips to his softly. His smiles into the kiss as I nuzzle our noses together.
Niall coos, Zayn smirks and Liam mutters something about PDAs when we pull away.
“You guys are the cutest fucking thing I have ever seen. No, really. Like, it was only a matter of time.” Niall gushes and I laugh at him.
“Speaking of that, who kissed who? Niall and I have had a bet for ages, and I want my money.” Zayn laughs, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Hold on, who betted on who?” Liam asks, curiosity getting the better of him. I’m just as interested.
“I bet Harry would, and he bet Louis.” Niall answers and I feel a smirk tug on my lips.
“Well sorry to break it to you, but we kissed each other. At the same time. So.” Louis shrugs, rubbing his thumb over my hand.
“Well…then…but…” Zayn stutters, obviously at a loss.
“Who made the first move then?” Niall asks, hoping for a change.
“That depends,” I say. “I confessed my feelings, but Louis’ the one who made a move.”
Zayn, Liam and Niall all exchange looks, then seem to come to a conclusion. “Story. Now.”
I groan, rolling my eyes, but Louis laughs like wind chimes and any sense of anger floats off my shoulders.
“Well dear boys, let me tell you a bed time story.” Louis starts and I grin. I goddamn love it when he tells stories like this. They’re always cute yet hysterical at the same time.
“It’s 6 o’clock.” Niall interrupts.
“Shut the fuck up.” Louis says and I snort, leaning back to look at the delight in his gorgeous eyes.
“Some dad you’ll be.” Liam mutters, but we choose to ignore it.
“Anyways, once upon a time, there was a prince named Louis who needed saving. You see he was different from other princes, because he wanted a prince of his own, rather than a princess. He hated himself for that and felt as though he was useless. He used to hurt himself in his tower and dream of his perfect prince. And he always pictured one in particular, his best friend Prince Harry.” Lou starts, and I can tell this is different. Instead of being silly, he’s being romantic, and it’s beautiful.
“But one day, when he noticed his Harry dancing with a princess, he realized he may never have him. So he gave in and settled for a peasant named Colin. He was sweet, sure. But he was no Harry. Little did Prince Louis know, Harry was a jealous idiot who kept things to himself. But anyways, one night on a tour bus occupied by the rest of his prince friends, he got in a fight with Prince Harry.” Lou continues, and I lick my lips.
“And Prince Harry had had enough.” I jumped in. “And he finally snapped and then Prince Lou Bear was asking what was wrong with him being with Colin. And he said-”
“He’s not me. He doesn’t know you or like you like I do. I can do things he can’t. That should be me.” Louis quotes fairly accurately and I lean in to peck him on the nose.
“And then Prince Harry was scared he’d ruined everything, and there would be no happy ending. But alas, there was.” I continue, but Louis cuts me off again cheekily.
“Prince Louis was ecstatic that he wasn’t the only one falling for his best friend, dropped to his knees in front of him, tried and probably failed to be seductive, and said-”
“Like what?” I imitated the best I could. “But Harry was confused and asked for royal clarification.”
That earns me a playful slap from Louis, who’s looking me in the eyes happily.
“And Prince Louis said…” Lou trails off.
“You said you can do things he can’t. Like what?” I imitate again. “And it was seductive, love.”
“And then Prince Louis and Prince Harry kissed. And kissed some more. And then snogged on Prince Niall’s bed until the other boys interrupted them,” I say-
“Quite rudely may I add.” Louis laughs.
“And then they were boyfriends, and lived happily ever after.” I finish.
We look up at the other boys and I nearly burst into laughter when I see their awed expressions. Niall looks torn between pissed off and adoring, Zayn looks impressed as he claps slowly, and Liam looks quite happy if I do say so myself.
“YOU SNOGGED ON MY BED?” Niall asks in shock and I lose it, along with Lou, dissolving into giggles.
“It was kind enough to be there when we needed it. We should be thanking it, really.” I wink and nearly choke when Louis latches onto my neck.
“More like thanking me for not murdering you.”Niall mumbles, but I can barely see the pat Liam gives him because Lou is giving me a seriously sexy love bite and my eyes flutter closed.
“Wait, so who won the bet?” Zayn asks and Lou chuckles against my neck, biting down tenderly.
“Nobody, now shut up and let me enjoy my boyfriend.” Louis mumbles, and the other boys snicker.
He bites down particularly hard and I moan under my breath, smirk on my face. He’s satisfied I suppose, and pulls away to kiss the bruising spot before leaning his head on my shoulder.
“So how did Liam know?” Niall asks, but I stay silent, as does Lou.
“Walked in on them shirtless, snogging, and essentially dry humping.” He mumbles dejectedly and I bite back a laugh.
“Are you serious?” Zayn asks in shock. “Damn, feel for ya man.”
“Oh shut up, we weren’t fucking or anything.” I snarl playfully.
“You sure about that?” Niall questions, former anger forgotten at the new scandal.
“Very sure. I think we’d know, over you.” I say cheekily and Niall rolls his eyes.
"Well we absolutely have to celebrate, even if this fucker already knew and didn’t tell us." Niall says, pointing at Liam and huffing.
"I was sworn to secrecy!" He complains, but it really is no use.
"Excuses, excuses." Niall sing-songs, scooting closer to Zayn with a smirk that gives him away.
"Anyways, celebration, yes. What shall we do boys?" Zayn asks, and Niall, Liam and Lou all shrug, then look to me.
"No clubs." I say immediately and they all laugh, even Lou, and I wink.
"Hmm…ooh, we could go to a Drive In! They have those here. You watch the movie from your car, remember?" Niall rambles animatedly.
"I think that sounds perfect, actually." Louis comments, tightening our fingers.
"I vote romantic comedy." I say, and Louis nudges me.
He touches our noses together with a twinkle in his eyes. “You just want me to cuddle with you.” He teases, leaning in close but then pulling away like the tease he is.
"Preferably snog as well." I add and he grins.
"I dunno, maybe I’ll hold out on you." Lou laughs and I move our lips closer, inhaling his cologne.
"You can’t resist me and you know it." I state matter-of-factly and he rolls his eyes.
"What makes you so sure, hot stuff?" Louis breathes, our mouths brushing enough to send tingles through me.
"Three other guys in here with you!" Liam shouts, snapping us out of our trance, but we don’t move.
"Hmm, Liam seems to think we care. Do we care, boyfriend?" I ask, lips touching his lightly as I do so.
"Not in the fucking slightest." Louis says, closing the distance to kiss me sweetly before pulling back, winking.
"Such language!" I tease, pressing our lips together briefly, before once again tugging away. Two can play that game.
Liam’s muttering about them still being in the car, Zayn’s watching with an amused eyebrow, and Niall is fully gushing by now. But we don’t pay attention to them; focused completely on each other.
"You think I should stop?" Lou says in a dirty tone, pecking me on the lips again. He pulls back to undo his seatbelt (which Liam nearly shouts at) and edges ever closer.
"I do, yes." I say, equally as lustful, and briefly kiss him again, biting his lip as I lean away, making him whine in his throat.
"Make me." He dares, and I accept that challenge.
Our mouths smash together, his arms wrapping around my neck to entangle in my curls and mine find his waist, nails digging in like he loves. You’d think we’d be embarrassed to do this in front of the boys, but really, it’s kind of fun. We don’t go as far as tongue because we’re not that mean, but it gets quite heated. Before I know it, Lou’s nearly straddling my lap, tugging at my hair enough to force me to bite back a moan. My fingers knead into his hips, and I grin when his breath hitches.
"Now that’s a snog. Why don’t I have that?" Niall asks and we have to break away from each other as we burst out giggling.
That idiot. We all are, though.
Five idiots in a band, two very much in love. I kind of like that.
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(Louis’ POV)
We find a spot near the back of the Drive In thanks to management, and make sure we’re in a vehicle with tinted windows. I’ve never even been to a movie place like this so I’m pretty excited. Harry seems utterly amazed that the boys were alright with a romantic comedy, and I laugh at the huge grin on his face when we tune into the right radio station.
As the first movie begins, I snuggle closer to him and feel myself blush when he rubs his thumb over our fingers. It’s a small movement, barely there really, but it makes me happy.
I’m sat beside Hazza, curled into his side. Liam’s beside me, Zayn and Niall in the row of seats behind us, heads settled on the backs of our seats. The movie goes on and we’re happy to sit and munch on popcorn, laughing occasionally and ignoring the ecstatic smirks Niall shoots us.
Although, there’s something off about Harry. I can’t put my finger on it and it’s driving me insane. He has on his ‘mask smile’, meaning that it’s not real. The boys don’t notice, but naturally I do. He glances at me occasionally with worry flashing in his eyes and I don’t know why. It’s like he’s just realized something and he now has a deep, brooding darkness behind his grin. And I just know it’s because of me. But what did I do? Or say?
"Haz?" I ask during a more low key part of the movie, getting a ‘shush’ from Niall.
"Mhm, babe?" He whispers, plastering another smile on.
"What’s wrong?" I ask. He goes to deny it, but I interrupt. "I know it’s because of me. What did I do?"
He sighs, letting the mask go. Something guilty flashes in his eyes. “Not here.” He mumbles, and leans forwards to tap Paul, who’s in the front seat, on the shoulder.
"Can Lou and I step outside for a minute? We’ll stay behind the car so no one can see us, I promise.” He says, but Paul bites his lip, glancing outside with concern.
“Let me come with you, I want you to be safe.” He says and I shoot him a little smile. He’s such a great person, and he’s close with all of us, not really a father, not really a brother, not really a friend. Kind of all of them wrapped in one.
Harry’s out the door and into the dark night first and I miss the contact instantly. I follow and ignore the way Niall and Zayn take our seats eagerly.
Once we’re behind the car, Paul glancing around before leaning against the side to tap away at his phone, Haz looks at me, eyes flashing with that unseen emotion.
“What did I do?” I ask, voice breaking. A sudden wave of worry washes over me. Is he angry? Angry enough to break things off? I can’t have that, I’d die, quite literally die, and god-
“Nothing, really. Just what you said earlier.” He says. Well that doesn’t help. I raise a slightly hysterical eyebrow and he sighs, enveloping me in a hug.
“You…said that I could be a mess in front of you because you were a mess in front of me.” He tells me, and I tense up. I have a feeling what’s coming next. And I’m right.
“But then you said you were broken. And god, that’s killing me, Lou Bear. You’re not broken. And I never want you to think that way. Just because you hurt yourself, doesn’t mean you’re broken. You’re human, you have emotions, you do stupid shit. But you’re whole. And…I dunno. I guess I just thought that maybe if you still thought you were broken, then I’m not doing my job.” Harry finishes, voice getting thick.
I pull away, tears in my eyes, to stare at him. His flushed face is etched with guilt.
“Your job? You’re my best friend and my boyfriend. Your job, is to love me. And you do love me, correct?” I ask, somehow taking control of the conversation.
“Of course, you twat.” Harry quips, but it’s not as playful as it should be.
“Then that’s enough. I refer to myself as broken because that’s how I’ve always felt. I’ve always felt alone deep down, just…alone. But then whenever I spend time with you, that lifts. Especially now. Never think this is your fault. You know the only reason I ever did any of that shit is because I was freakishly insecure. Still am, as you can see.” I say, glancing down at my fingers which are digging into my wrist. Hazza reaches out and pulls them away gently, wrapping them in his.
“That needs to stop.” Haz says simply.
“That’s exactly it, Harry. With you, it will stop. But it doesn’t go away overnight. Those feelings, that self hatred, will not go away with a snap of my fingers. The fact that I think of myself as broken is going to go away eventually. It already is. Just give it time, babe. Love me, and kiss me and make me stupid toast shaped like a heart like you always do, and it’ll go away.” I explain, watching as his emerald eyes lighten with the promises.
“I know. I just…” He trails off, not bothering to finish. He doesn’t need to.
“Yeah. I get it.” I tell him. I do.
We look into each other’s eyes for a minute, blue meeting green, sky meeting ocean. And then we subconsciously drift closer and before I know it, my arms are around Hazza’s neck and his are snaked around my waist protectively.
“I’m going to do so much cheesy romantic shit Lou, you have no idea.” Harry mumbles and I giggle.
Both of us kind of move at the same time, lips meeting in a kiss that feels like a promise. We stay there, barely moving, just breathing in the other’s scent and urging down butterflies that awake from their slumber in our stomachs.
“I look forward to it.” I grin, back to my usual self.
“Let’s go watch the movie, yeah honey?” Harry asks and I freeze as he says it. I’ve never been into affectionate pet names like that but coming from Harry…
“Did you just call me…” I trail off, a sly smirk settling on my lips.
“I did. Wow. Embarrassing.” Haz chastises himself, a blush gracing his cheeks.
“I like it.” I say, pressing our lips together one more time (I have to nearly stand on my tippy toes, wow he’s tall) and grab his hand to lead us around into the car.
Paul looks up, an undeniable, knowing smirk on his lips. Fuck. Fuck, I forgot he was even there. Jesus Christ, I blush like a maniac as he raises an eyebrow.
“Heart shaped toast for your boyfriend?” He asks Harry, trying to contain what I assume is a giggle.
“Shut it, Paul.” I tease, and walk past him to hop back in the car.
Somehow Harry and I end up in the back row of seats, neither of us minding because suddenly the movie isn’t as interesting as the way our lips map out each other’s skin, kiss by kiss, bite by bite. And it kind of feels like not being broken.