What if she broke them?

Love is a comlicated thing

LOUIS POV

"Louis!" Harry shouts and jumps into my arms the moment we step of the stage. I hug back immediately and we jump up and down together. I can't believe it! The crowd screamed like crazy and the judges said such nice things! Me and Harry fit together perfectly, his arms wrap around my waist and I'm the perfect size to rest my head on his shoulders. "You were absolutely amazing!" He tells me and kisses my hair.

Normally that's something only couples do but with me and Harry it's different. I have a crush on him but he doesn't like me back I think. He probably acts like this around everyone expect Niall, Liam and Zayn. I look up at him and say "you were even better!"

"No I wasn't" he says.

"Yes you were"

"No"

"Of corse you were!"

Harry is just about to protest again when Niall interrupts "ay love beards! Fighting again?" Harry blushes and I stutter "we're not.. Erm.. We're not-" But Harry cuts me of by continuing "fighting".

Niall shakes his head and walks away.

I look at Harry with a confused expression. "What?" He asks "nothing.. It's just" You told Niall we are love beard, with means we are in love aka you are in love with me! "You're right" I continue. He smiles at me and asks "About what?" Should I tell him? Should I tell him I'm in love with him? Should I tell him that it's not just a stupid crush anymore? That I dream about him every night? That I can't stop thinking about him? That I will break up with Hannah because of him? "Hm?" He asks again. I notice I haven't answered yet so I simply say: "we're not fighting."

He looks at me for a while and then softly repeats "we're not fighting." I lift my hand and without thinking I trace my thumb around his face. Over his soft forehead, down next to his eye. He does one of those long blinks. Where he closes his eyes for a second and then opens them again.

I never break eye contact while my finger traces along his chin and then over his bottom lip. "not fighting at all" I say in a voice that's not much more than just a whisper.

Harry lets out a breath and I hear the worlds "I love you" come along with it. What? Really? He couldn't have possibly just said that now could he? No. It can't be. Harry Styles would never love me back. I'm just - I'm just Louis Tomlinson.

His eyes widen for a second but then they're back to normal again. He coughs and I notice that we're standing extremely close. I take a small step back. "You up for a card game?" He asks and I agree with "yea sure, lets find the other boys and ask them if they want to play as well."

We're all in the "living room" playing cards on the small wooden table. "Got any nines?" Niall asks Harry. He looks at his cars and gives two of them to Niall. Niall makes an evil laugh noise and asks Zayn "got any nines?" He shakes his head and adds "nope" making the P a popping sound. "Oh man" Niall says while taking a card from the middle of the table.

Nobody says anything as we wait for Harry to make his go. He looks around confused and asks "is it my go?" Liam shakes his head and smiles. "Yes Harry it is your go indeed." I tell him. "thank you Louis." He says, pronouncing my name Lewis.

"Fvck of"

"shut up,

Now Liam, got any-" I lean towards Harry and whisper in his ear. "Prick"

"Erm.." He presses his lips together trying not to smile. "Got any fours?" Liam doesn't have any so he picks a card from the table. As soon as his turn is over he whispers back "asshole".

I love him.

"Liam, got any threes?" "Yes I do" he says and gives me one card. "Yass finally!" I say and put my last four cards down. "I hate you, you win every single time!" Niall says in his irish accent. "I'm just-" i think of the perfect word to describe how amazing I am. In fact I'm not, but I try to come over confident so I say "unbeatable!"