TIMEBREAKER

It was a really dark night. The bar full of flashing lights everywhere were packed with people from all over the neighbourhood. The very time it happened, it was just a drunken mistake. A mistake that he wished he didn't make, obviously.

It's pretty much obvious that both of them were high out of their mind. They were grinding on each other like never before. Touching and lots. But it's normal for them to do stuff like that.

They were best friends after all.

And best friends do weird things.

It starts out just innocent. Touching hands and dancing together. They would laugh together at the stupid jokes they made and everything was just fine and fantastic. It was just a casual great night.

Drink and more drinks, most of the night were overall blurry, but Harry couldn't help but replaying the scenes of the horrible tragedy. It was the very moment he lost his best friend.

The love of his life.

His loubear.

He was desperate. The plump lips of Louis got him very curious. The lips that perfectly fitted his', that he'd always wanted to taste.

He thought why not? Will they even remember all this the next morning? He's pretty damn sure Louis was as drunk as he is at the very moment. He wouldn't remember. He wouldn't know. Though that's pretty sadistic to say the least.

It was just a peck on the lip at first. He froze for awhile before slowly kissing back, seeming unsure of what's going on.

His lips fits mine so well that he never ever wanted to kiss another person his whole life. He thought. He was hypnotized by the heavenly taste of Louis' mouth. It would be a lie if he said that it isn't the best kiss he'd ever had. It definitely is. Harry never wanted it to end.

But it did. Nothing lasts forever, does it?

After the small peck turned into a tounge battle. Suddenly, he felt a hard pressed hand on his cheeks, leaving it to sting badly. It was then when he realized, it was his Lou slapping him.

Harry's eyes formed into watery tears. Louis gasps as he realized what he'd done and gulped. He had never slapped Harry before, yet alone hit him. They rarely even have arguments.

They were the bestest of friends, though Harry had always wanted more.

"I-I, Wh-Why did you do that!?" Louis managed to let the word slip out of his mouth. "I have a girlfriend, Haz! For crying out loud, I have a g i r l f r i e n d!"

Harry gulped at the sight of a really frustated Louis. And he knew, that this is nowhere near good at all. It isn't gonna end well.

He stare at the blank white tiles, fiddling his fingers nervously. I can't bare to look at his eyes. "Louis. Look, I-I'm sorry. I-I don't know.." I croaked out, holding the falls of tears. "Y-You see-I was.." He added.

Louis folded his hand into a fist. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down. But obviously, it wasn't working. "Forget about it, Styles! You're ruining it," Louis snapped at him. The tears running down Harry's cheeks even more. "For fuck sake! Stop crying. You're such a crybaby. Ugh!"

Louis knew he was over-reacting a bit, or maybe a lot. He was being mean, he realized. But Louis thought he deserved that.

Before Harry even managed to speak, Louis shook his head multiple times. "You know what? That's it. You're ruining us! God, what if Eleanor know about this. What would she say!?" Louis rambled and huffed.

Harry scanned the room, worried if anyone heard their argument. Luckily, everyone's minding their own business. Harry lets out a relief sigh.

"Well..you kissed back..." Harry muttered slowly, convinced that he doesn't hear it well enough.

But Louis heard it all so well. He knew it was partly his fault for kissing Harry back. But he wanted to believe that he didn't do it. That he didn't just kissed his best friend. So, he put all the blame on Harry with less of a guilt.

The waves of silence hits them, it all become awkward for awhile when Louis was deep in his thought.

He didn't know why he even kissed back. He seriously didn't. He just thought that Harry's lips tasted so magical on his. No! He's just pitying him. That's why he did that. He didn't like the kiss at all.

But if so, why did you let him do it? Louis thought to himself.

Louis shook his head in disbelief. The kiss meant nothing to him! He said to himself.

Call him crazy because he just had a mental argument with himself but at that point, nothing else matters. He was dead pissed at the curly haired lad.

Harry was still looking nervously at thr ground, not moving even one bit.

Louis rolls his eyes before taking one last sip of his drink. He decided that it was his call to leave.

With that thought, he said without hesitation. "I'm leaving!" Louis ran towards the bar door gate and left without taking a second glance on his best mate who he just left alone.

Harry wanted to chase him but really, all he could do is stare at the ground, feeling all guilty.

He just ruined someone's relationship. He just kissed him. He kissed his best friend. It's almost impossible per say, he felt guilty yet satisfied. He'd never had any kiss nowhere as perfect as it was kissing him.

He knew so well that crushing on his best mate, who have a really lovely girlfriend isn't the best decision to do. But he can't help it.

He can't help falling in love with Louis Tomlinson. With his blue as the ocean eyes, his cheeky smile, the way his eyes crinckles when he smiles, his playful act, his soft feathery brown hair. What's there not to love about him? To Harry, he's the definition of perfection. He knew the perfect one doesn't exist, but when it comes to Louis, everything he does is perfect.

Too bad he's taken and that he'll never be mine.

Because to Louis, Harry Styles was just a friend, and that's all they'll ever be.

Friends. And just friends.

Harry thinks Louis and Eleanor are perfect for each other. They both have endless, irresistible beauty. Both of them are nice, genuine people. Eleanor is nice to everyone, even Harry. Louis and Eleanor are the dream couple. He doesn't see them seperating anytime soon.

Eleanor is just so beautiful. So good. He can't even compare himself to her. He's a 6 and she's a 10. She's so fit, he's insecure.

Harry is absolutely nothing, when it comes to Eleanor. Harry just really wished he's in Eleanor's shoes. Harry really wished Louis loves him as much as he loves Eleanor, or maybe even more than that. He wishes that they could kiss whenever, wherever they go. Harry wishes thay he could wake up everyday with the angelic human being by his side.

It's unfair but it's what all life's all about.

He comes to realization that he needed to accept the cruel fact that Louis and him are absolutely nothing but friends. He wasn't even sure if they're still friends after what just happened.

If it did affect their friendship, Harry wouldn't forgive himself and he'd blame it on him his whole life. It was his own fault that now he's in this tragic situation.

Kissing Louis was the best and worst decision he'd ever made.

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