Chapter 1 - What Was That?
"Hey, Haz, hurry up! We're gonna miss the plane!" Louis shouted at me.
Yay, I thought. 3 months on a bus with Louis.
I mean, I loved the guy. I always have. But before it was just in a friendly way. Now, though… it was more than that.
Every time I see him I get butterflies in my stomach. I get jealous when I see him with female fans; smiling with them, laughing with them, standing a little too close for my liking…
He never knew this of course. I wanted to tell him, I really did, but I couldn't. If I did it would just ruin things. The band, our image, our friendship.
But if I was afraid if I didn't tell him it would ruin me. I couldn't keep it bottled up. I was walking around with a massive weight on my shoulders, a buzz in my head, an ache in my heart.
"Harry, come on!" Louis shouted again, waking me from my sleep-like trance.
"Coming," I sighed, hitching my backpack on my shoulder and walking to meet him at the front door.
"Cheer up, sweetcheeks. Tour time!" He said, pinching my cheeks, trying to cheer me up. What he didn't know was that when he touched me electric shocks were flying through my body, doing unthinkable things to me.
He looked confused as he looked at me, staring me hard in my eyes. I stared back, melting inside. He had the most beautiful eyes…
He cleared his throat and dropped his gaze, but left his hands on my face. They were flat against my cheeks now, warm and soft. He left them there for a couple of seconds before pulling them away, looking shifty.
What was that?
"Louis-" I started, but was cut off by his lips crashing on mine.
It took me a couple of seconds to realise what was happening but when I did I kissed back with more passion than I thought was possible.
Louis now had his hands in my hair, tugging at my messy curls, while my hands were around his waist, pulling him closer.
He pushed me hard against the wall, taking his hands out of my hair and placing them at either side of my head on the wall.
He ran his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entrance, which I was all too happy to oblige. I felt his breath on the back of my throat, hot and ragged.
I slid my hands up his back, stopping at the back of his neck, pulling his face closer. By now I was struggling for breathe and I could tell he was too, but I didn't want to stop. A couple of seconds later and I had forgotten what it felt like to breath. We pulled back at the same time and Louis tipped his head forward and leant on my forehead.
It felt like we had been kissing for ages, but at the same time it wasn't long enough.
He looked into my eyes and grinned, but I was still stunned so I couldn't return it, even though I wanted to. His smile faltered.
"Harry…" He spluttered. He took a deep breath, then he said more steadily; "Harry, I'm so sorry, I just-"
I put my finger to his lips, then closed the gap between us, kissing him again, this time softly, lovingly.
"I love you," he stated, making me gasp quietly. He looked unsure as my face stayed a mask of shock.
"I love you, too," I whispered, a huge smile spreading across my face. He sighed, relieved, then pecked me on the lips, before letting me go.
"We've really got to go now," he said, regretfully.
I chewed on my bottom lip, gently. "What are we gonna tell the boys?"