It was a glance that lasted just a second too long. Their eye contact spoke a thousand words. He stook perfectly still. His hands dropped away from his guitar. His breathing hitched.
It was a glance that lasted just a second too long. He locked their eyes together. Dropping his drum sticks he stood up. He made his way onto the lower part of the stage.
The crowd was going wild. Their screams filling the air.
"Harry," Tom whispered through the noise.
"Tom," Harry whispered back. Then he cupped Tom's face in his hands and crashed their lips together.
It was if the world had been shut out and in that moment it was just them. Just of the two of them as their lips connected, eyes fluttering closed. Lips parting and tounges dancing. Harry's tumb rubbing up and down Tom;s jaw. Tom's hands running down Harry's sides, coming to rest on his hips.
Then it was back. The screaming, the cheering. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together.
"It's out there," Tom said. They both let smiles break out onto their faces.