Pretty Thoughts (L.S)

Larry oneshot. In which Harry loves Louis, but Louis loves Kaylah. Harry's head is filled with pretty thoughts. (That made no sense but read the book it's good) Also I did not draw the cover so photo creds to whoever did

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1. Pretty Thoughts

A/N I am so sorry for using the Q word and the F word. 

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Harry's POV

 

"Hazza?" I heard my name escape Louis' soft pink lips.

"Yeah, Lou?" I answered. My heart would race a mile a minute every time I heard him call my name.

"Can I sleep at yours tonight?" 

"Uh, yeah. Of course"

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Louis Tomlinson has been my best friend since I was about six. I fell in love with him the first week. I love everything about him. His personality, his compassion, his heart, his family, his nose, his body his, eyelashes... but then he found someone else. Her name was Kaylah. To me, she was very beautiful, and very nice. We are quite good friends, however she took my Louis away from me. Louis is supposed to be here in about 10 minutes. I didn't do any cleaning, not that the house is very messy. I live with my mum and sister, Gemma. I love them so much, they accept me for who I am. They are the only ones, besides Louis. Speaking of Louis, there was a knock at the front door. I was brushing my teeth, so Gemma answers for me. 

"Harry, I'll get it" She pops her head in the doorway, and winks.

She is the only person who knows I am in love with Louis. I roll my eyes at her and smile, continuing on with my teeth.

"Oh, hey Lou," I hear Gemma say.

"Oh, Louis! Hi dear!" Mum chimes in. 

I can almost hear the smile on Louis' lips.

"Hi Gems, hi Anne! Where is Curly?"

"He's brushing his teeth"

About twenty seconds later I see him peering through the door frame. He has a beautiful navy jumper on and some skinny jeans. All I can look at is his sweater paws. It's definitely his worst habit, but I don't think he's noticed it yet. 

"Hey curly," He smiles hopping up on the counter and sitting there watching me.

"Hi Lou," I reply spitting out the toothpaste and wiping my face with a cloth. 

"Shall we?" He asks.

"Mhmm" I reply. Every time we hang out, we go out on the roof for a bit. It's not something we planned to happen almost everyday. It just kind of happened. 

He led the way, walking out the front door. It should be a lot easier to get onto this roof, but trust me, it's not.

"I got the ladder!" I say.

"I got the bucket, then," Comes an almost immediate reply. I jump up as high as I can and grab the ladder from above my head, then drop down to the ground. Louis brings over a bucket and steps up on it and starts climbing the ladder, I follow. I find my chair. It is a very deep purple and it says "HARRY" Louis' is red and says "LOUIS" obviously. I pulled mine up to the fire-pit thingy  Gemma got me. I started the fire as Louis pulled up his chair. 

"So, how was your day?" Louis asks. He likes to talk about his feelings around fires, but no where else. (Hence why I asked Gemma for one) 

"It was good. I had an assignment on natural, earthy items, so I chose flowers"

Louis snickered. "What?" I asked giving him a frown.

"It's not like I'm making fun of you or anything, but I always wonder what goes on in your head when I'm with you. They must be pretty thoughts"

I swallowed a lump in my throat and nodded. "Pretty thoughts," I slowly repeated. 

Louis looked at me like he was trying to memorize everything about me. "You're different, Harry. I like that," I could tell he was being serious, because he only calls me by my actual name in mid-sentence when he's being truthful. It was always 'Hazza, Curls, Harold or Styles' with him. His comment made me weak in the knees. 

"What do you mean?" I asked. Obviously I knew what he meant, I just needed to say something back.

He sighs and stares at his shoe for a moment. "Like, you have pink walls, ballerina curtains, you wear nail polish, I don't know, it's not like a typical boy thing, and I think its cool, you know"

"Thanks Lou"

"Oh! I um.. bought you something. I don't really know if you'll like it, cos like, you never really mentioned to me if you would like want something like this, uh," Louis stuttered. He was so cute, I didn't care if it was a pair of ugly socks.

I got up and sat in a reclining chair. The other one was starting to hurt my bum. To my surprise, Louis came and lay right beside me. He snuggled in really close, and I was about to wee myself. He started digging in the pocket of his jumper. "I don't know if you'll like it, but I hope you-"

"Louis, calm down. I'm sure I'll love it!" I interrupt him.

"Oh-okay. It's um vanilla perfume?" He said, unsure of what I might think. Which is stupid- because obviously I'll like anything from him. Oh, and also I LOVE PERFUME! I'm just too embarrassed to wear it. Not to mention vanilla is like my favorite scent. How does he know me so well?

"Louis! That's amazing. I love it so much! Thank you, Lou!" I said, gingerly taking the perfume bottle from his small cold hands. "I love it" I repeated. 

"Good!" He breathed out. "Um.. try some on?" His eyes looked so hopeful. 

"I-I might get some on you, is that okay?" I asked.

"Yeah, yeah it's fine, don't worry," He laughs.

I take the bottle and spray it by my chest. It smells amazing, and I am in love with it already.

Louis leans in and smells my chest. I feel great aesthetic pleasure, but try to keep it to myself. "It's .... amazing!" He says after a while. I'm pretty sure now that I just died and came back to life.

"Louis, I lo- I um love this perfume so much," I sigh.

"Yeah, me too," He shudders against my body. 

"Are you cold?" 

"Yeah, a little," He snuggles in closer to me.

"Uh- Do you want to go inside?" I ask, mainly because I can't handle him being so close. 

"Yeah, lets go"

We both climbed down the ladder and hopped onto the ground. I picked a flower from the ditch and put it in my hair. Louis gave me one of those stares that looked like he was trying to figure out everything about me.

"Pretty thoughts?" 

"Pretty thoughts"

I just laughed. He was so adorable. He looked like he was unsure about what he should say. "Can i - um paint your uh nails?" He asked sweetly. I've been waiting for this day all my life.

"Yes. That would be lovely" I answer as we are walking into my room. Every time we do, I notice Louis glancing around it. I can never tell if he's disapproving it or if he's like jealous. Suddenly his phone starts buzzing, making us both jump. 

"It's Kaylah, she wants to FaceTime. Is that okay?" He asks. Um, no. I spray some vanilla perfume into the air, making my room smell incredible.

"Yeah go ahead," I lie. I take the light purple nail polish from my desk and throw it at Louis who is sitting on my bed now. He catches it and I sit down beside him. He starts concentrating on my nails very hard. 

"Louis? What are you doing? Where are you?" I hear Kaylah's voice come from the phone. 

"I'm at Harry's" Louis blatantly responded. "Why are his walls pink?"

"What's wrong with that?" Louis says. It was cute, i'll admit it. "It's a bit weird, don't you think?" Came her ugly annoying voice. "I think it's beautiful," He smiled at me. "Well, it's kind of girly, don't ya think?" "No it's fine, just forget about it Kaylah" "Wait... is Harry a que*r?" I immediately felt my heart drop, not only offensive to me, but Louis came out as bisexual before he met Kaylah. I immediately went to  Louis' side. "He is omg he even has a flower in his hair. What a fag**t" Tears started prickling at my eyes. "Kaylah, I think we need to break up," Louis whispers before ending the FaceTime. 

"Louis, I can't believe you just did that!" 

"Me either, holy shit I've been wanting to do that for so long"

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm really sorry for what she said about you. That was totally uncalled for,"

"Thanks for sticking up for me," I said, I looked over at him. Our faces were so close, I thought he was going to kiss  me. I closed my eyes, but frowned when I could sense him look away. Of course, how could I be so stupid and naive. Of course he wasn't going to kiss me. I'm his best friend.

"Uh... I can finish your nails if you want..."

"Yeah, please"

He finishes painting my first hand.

"Louis?" I ask. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be talking about this with Louis Tomlinson.

"Yeah, Curly?"

"Thank you for accepting me for who I am"

"Of course, Harry, You're my best friend in the world and no one could ever replace you. You're one of a kind, and I love you," Louis replies, fixing the flower in my hair.

"I love you too"

A silence filled the air. He finishes my nails and I just admire his beauty. Everything about him is perfect. So pretty.

"Pretty thoughts?" He asks looking into my eyes.

"Yeah," I smile "Very pretty thoughts"

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