{{Harry}}

Love.
It only consist of four letters yet, it is a very powerful word. People throw it around like it's nothing. Anyone can tell you that they love you but, do they mean it? Perhaps. Sometimes, they don't. There was something different when he said it though. When the words escaped his mouth, I was shocked and didn't know what to say. I told him so many times that I loved him although he never said the words back, I still tell him I love him. I hoped that one day he would say them back and he did. To think someone like him loved me. The look in his eye gave me enough evidence to see that he wasn't lying to me. I think that's beautiful. I do believe he is the love of my life.
But what would I know about love? I'm just a stupid teenager only in year 11. I do know that I love him very much and I have never loved anyone else the way I love him. Louis is easy to admire whenever and wherever. The first time he caught me observing him was when he was in year 11 and I, year 10. Louis plays football and I would go to the games to have fun with friends. That year was when I first saw him. He was making his way to his friend, Niall before the game started. He was at the concession stand getting water and I was buying a drink. He bumped into me and apologized but I payed no attention to his words, instead just on him. The way his hair was so fluffy and soft, those eyes that were a better view that the ocean, and his body. The rest of the time, I watched him play and I wanted to have the guts to speak to him. I wanted to know everything about him like his name, his favourite colour, what type of music he likes or even what his favourite food was.
Just until the the last few weeks of that school year. I finally got the chance to talk to him. His voice was so soft and higher than mine but sounded like how milk chocolate tasted. I was lucky enough to get to know him and even hook up with him a few times during the summer. We started dating, which made everything better and he didn't seem to mind how much of a dork I can be.
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"Harry? Babe, wake up." I open my eyes to see Louis' eyes staring right in mine. I smile at him and grab his arm to pull him into my bed. My mum must have let him in and even gave him breakfast. My mum adores Louis and enjoys his company.
"Harry, c'mon. Get up. Don't be fucking lazy."
I groan. Getting up in the morning is extremely hard to do especially when you have dreams like mine. I lean in for a kiss and Louis shakes his head, "not until you brush your teeth love." I laugh it off. Louis is rarely romantic with me and it should make me irritated but, it's the little things he does that makes me love him.
"Do I have enough time to get ready and then have a little fun with you before school?“ I ask playfully. I don't mean it completely but Louis answers a maybe anyway.
I rush to get ready but there's no point. Only 20 minutes remain until we have to be at school. This is Louis last year and then he goes off to Uni. He has a few Universities in mind but hasn't chosen one yet. I'm not ready to have Louis leave but soon after I'll be able too see him when he has vacations. We haven't really spoke about what will happen to us after he leaves but I'm hoping him leaving doesn't result in me losing him.
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{{Louis}}

Telling Harry that I love him was hard for me to do honestly. I've been with plenty of people but I have never said I loved them before. It was strange but I know that's how I feel. I do love him. I hope he know I meant it.
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"Lou, I know Niall's party is this Saturday but can you at least not get drunk? It's kind of annoying when I want to just hang out with you when you come back from parties. I just hate it so much. I know there's something you hate about me but let's face it, yours is worse."
Harry is a great boyfriend but if there's one thing I hate about him, it's that he flirts with everyone. It's sickening and he'll even do it in front of me. Hell, I'm a jealous person and he knows it. He's oblivious to the fact apparently. I know he hates some things about me like my drinking and partying but I don't try to make him jealous. He's my baby. I don't need anyone trying to take him from me.
Harry tries to make his puppy dog face but there's no way I'm falling for it. I'm going to his party.
"Babe, if you don't like it then don't hang out with me after the party. It's that simple." Whenever he nags about this it gets irritating and repetative. His puppy dog face went from adorable to sadness once I said that. I meant it though. I'm allowed to have my fun and his to his fun.
He looks at me and there is no joy in his face, "I just want to spend as much time with you before you leave me."
Leave him? He thinks I'm going to leave the best thing that's ever happened to me? As if. I look around and no one's around. I grab him gently but his face and give him a small kiss.
"If you think I'd leave you, you're wrong. I won't. I love you okay?''
I still mean it.

Notes

Hii! This is my first Larry story. Hope you liked it and there is more to come hopefully!