For the 200 flavourful challenge

candle flavor: cottage breeze

pairing: LouisOC

prompts: rooftop & seashell


dedicated to Amy (You're Amyzing)

Happy (Late) Birthday! :)

I promise I've got something a little longer (not to mention better ;) for you that I'm working on, but that won't be up for a while since I'm going on Vacation for three weeks.

Hope you like it! :)


He knows everything about her. She's his best friend. Like, her name, for instance, is Amy. He knows her natural hair colour (brown, but she dyed it red), her eye colour ( dark blue with little flecks of green), and he also knows she can write better than anyone he's ever met before.

There's something else he knows about her. He knows she dreams of living in a cottage, maybe in the States, where she's from. He knows she loves to just sit on top of her rooftop for hours and watch the stars and the sky. He knows she has this seashell necklace from when she was a child that she wears all the time.

He knows her. And if he were to be honest, he would also say he loves her.

He could never admit it aloud, though. How do you speak those three words in a non-platonic way to your best friend? How do you risk losing everything you've got?

He's never been the doer. She's the doer, not him. He's just the dreamer. But today, well, today, things are different. He's never been one to gamble things, but she's worth it. So he spends a little extra time in the bathroom, ignoring his sister's shouts at him to get out, and then he calls her and asks her to meet him in the Muggle park down the road.

His palms are shaking and sweating and he considers turning back three times as he walks down the dirt road towards the park, the warm summer breeze messing the hair he spent all morning fixing up. But he's too far gone to worry about his hair now.

He swallows his fear as he gets to the park. He realizes as he walks over to her, if he tries to explain the way he's feeling, he'll probably ramble and stutter and make a complete fool of himself, because that's just how being around her makes him.

Actions speak louder than words, after all, he thinks. So instead of opening his mouth, he presses it against hers.

It's quick and gentle and only lasts for three seconds, but it shakes his whole world up.

"What was that?" Amy asks him, her eyes wide as she brings her fingers to her lips.

"I love you, Amy," he says automatically. "I love you, and well, to be honest, I was kind of hoping maybe you could love me back?" He asks, suddenly nervous again.

She smiles softly. "What if I already do?" She murmurs, leaning closer and closer to him, before she closes the distance between them again.


a/n: thanks to Mad (chasingafterstarlight) for betaing this for me! :D