♡Harry's POV♡
Tomorrow is the day, the day I sing Louis the song I've been writing for ages trying to make it perfect. He's asleep and I play the notes over and over on my guitar, it needs to be perfect. "It will never change me and you" I strum the last chord and I know the final lyrics, Zayn helped me a lot and I cant wait to sing him this song. As I put up my guitar he wakes up, "Harry youre awake?" His groggy voice is so cute. His accent is so thick and sweet, I could listen to it all day. "Uh yeah just getting water Lou go back sleep. " I lie, I cant let him know I didn't sleep tonight. "Get me some?" I cant refuse and walk downstairs to get the lovely boy some water.
"Its 4am what are you doing awake Harold?" My mums voice is a loud whisper, why was SHE awake? "Getting Lou some water" I whisper back to her grabbing two bottles of water from our fridge, I cant let him know I'm only getting water for one of us. "You'd walk through fire for him" she laughs, walking away. I walk back upstairs to see Louis sitting up, rubbing his eyes. "Thanks" he drinks the water fast and throws the bottle back at me. I climb into my soft bed and Louis cuddles into my chest, God I wish I could hold him with him knowing how I felt. "Its 4am so technically tomorrow is my birthday Harry." He speaks to me in a low voice pushing his hair out of his perfect little face. "I know, and then after that is Christmas, I hope you like your presents." I wrote him the song for his birthday obviously, but for Christmas I got him and I matching bracelets and rainbow bears. "Oh Harry you know I will." And just like that, we were drifted into a deep sleep.
***I pull him close thinking he loves me after I sing him the song I spent so long on, but he pushes me away. "Get off me, youre disgusting I hate you!" His voice is terrifying and I start to shake. "Why would you ever do something like that, you know I could never have feelings for you, that's nasty." He looks so angry and I cant help but cry. He pushes me again and this time I fall, I keep getting pushed until im pushed out of my bedroom window. I hit the ground hard and I can hesr him yelling at me from inside the house, "I hate you Harry, I hate you!" He hates me and its my fault, I knew u would never be enough for him. "Please love me Lou, please love me" I repeat over and over, why is my life so terrible?***
"Harry wake up please you're scaring me!" Louis shakes me away from my nightmare, wiping the tears off my face. Thank God it was just a dream, I couldn't be alive knowing the boy I'm in love with hates me.
♤Louis' POV♤
I wake up before Harry as usual, its 10am but I want him to sleep I could tell he didn't jusy wake up to get water this morning, he looked too tired to have been sleeping and the bed was cold beside me. Looking to my left to see an angel beside me is disrupted when he starts crying in his sleep and shaking, I hate when he has nightmares he doesn't deserve to be in pain. "Please love me Lou, please love me" He has said the same sentence 10 times when I finally start to wake him, I'm scared of him being hurt. "Harry please wake up you're scaring me!" I pull him up and he opens his emerald green eyes. I wipe the salty tears off his rosy cheeks and pull him close to me. I rock him, he needs to calm down and I'm not sure how to. "I.. I had a dream you..you didn't love me..it was awful" he started tearing up again. I knew I was his bestfriend and he is mine, but sometime in his voice seemed different, maybe he wasn't talking about friend love?
"Oh my wonderful Harry Styles, you are my bestfriend. I will never not love my bestfriend." Im unsure of what to say, if I confess my feelings now...how would he react. "Thank you, I wouldn't be here without you" he sniffles and wiped his little pink nose and smiles at me, that cheery little grin he loves to use. It's almost a weakness for me. He wasn't lying, he wouldn't be here with me and I wouldn't be here without him. In freshman year he got really depressed when his dad left his mum, we all knew Harry had anxiety and depression, but he had taken pills for them for a long time. When he stopped taking them all at once, his depression hit him hard and I walked in when he was going to cut deeper in his arms than the scars that were already there. I hate thinking of him like that, I want Harry to always be happy.
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"Lou!!! Louis!!! Boobear!!! Wake up wake up wake up!!!" Harry was up shaking me and bouncing on the bed, I have to admit I'm shocked. He usually calls me on my birthday, but waking up with him on the same bed as me is so much better. He is already dressed, in the sweater I bought him last week, I've been waiting to see him wear it. I love buying him things, it makes me happy. "Happy Birthday Louis!! I love you I love you I love you!" He drags me out of bed and hands me a white envelope followed by a bigger one that was blue. "I cant believe youre eighteen already" He pulled me into a hug, I feel so love by him. "Thank you curly" I speak finally, and he kissed me on the cheek. "Did you just kiss me Harold" I open my mouth and 'pretend' to be shocked. I hit him with the envelopes and sit back on his bed. "The white one is special... open that one last" His voice isn't raspy, he has been up for a long time but it doesnt bother me.
I open the blue envelope to see a birthday card covered in blue flowers and gold trimming. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY BESTFRIEND" it reads on the front and I look over to him smiling at me, im so lucky. I open it to see "Happy Birthday, I hope your day is as perfect as you are ;) Love, Hazbear" He is so sweet, he is caring, he is the perfect one not me. "Youre so sweet" I pull him into a tight quick hug and open the white envelope and inside is notebook paper, Harry has written me a letter.
"Louis,
Happy Birthday Mate, I cant believe my bestfriend is eighteen already, you're a man now. I love you Lou, I could not ask for a better person to be in my life than you. In all my moments of weakness you have been here for me and I'd like to say thank you for that. You are truly an amazing person and I'm so blessed to have you. Its 4am and I cant seem to get out the right words to say what I want, but I hope this letter and your birthday present will get the word through.
Louis William Tomlinson, you my dear are my bestfriend and I wouldnt be alive without you, you saved my life. You ARE my life, you are the whole reason for my existence-"
I stop reading when one of my tears hit the page, I turn to Harry to see him biting his nails, he's shaking. "Harry.." "Just keep reading please" he nods me on and look back to the paper.
"You are the whole reason for my existence and I plan to be here for you as much as you have been for me. I can't imagine with out you or with out being this close to you, you... you Louis are my angel. You are my angel and I intend to fly with you and be happy for the rest of our lives, we can fly together. Our lives is something great, I thought that would be too much to ask for but it isnt, not when I have you. You are my bestfriend, my everything. Thank you for being my angel, Happy 18th birthday Louis. Love, Harold"
Im bawling my eyes out by the time I finish. His handwriting is beautiful, his words are beautiful, what he means... its beautiful. Im not sure exactly what he DOES mean, but I know that it means something great, as he put it. I'm not sure if he means the thing I want, but I'll let him tell me on his own. "Thank you Harry, thank you so much. I love you too. Thank you" I wrap myself around his body. I cling to the tall boy, he is so warm. He stands up with me still attached to him, and pulls me closer. My arms wrapped around his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, his hands are on my thighs holding me up. We have never been this close, I feel so safe. I can't stop crying, happy tears of course. This is one of the moments I've been waiting for all my life, this moment might as well be my present. He plants a kiss on my forehead, his lips are wet, soft, smooth, and warm. I let out a sob as he holds me tighter, squeezing my thighs. I never noticed how big his hands were, but they are huge. His fingers are long and stiff, his palm is flat and smooth. Feeling his hands on me, is like feelings the warmest most amazing thing on this planet. He puts me on my feet, I have realized im only wearing pajamas pants when he hands me a shirt. "Do you want your present now or later?" His voice cracks, he was crying too. "Now please id like it now" I wipe my tears and he pulls out his desk chair and grabs his guitar, he is going to sing me a song. My favorite thing about him is his voice, this is amazing.
He strums the guitar, playing notes I've never heard before and he starts to sing.
"One day you'll come into my world and say it all
You'll say we'll be together even when you're lost
One day you'll say these words I've thought but never said
You'll say we're better off together in our bed
I want you here with me like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining
Come on, jump out at me, come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?
The script was written and I could not change a thing
I want to rip it all to shreds and start again
One day I'll come into your world and get it right
I'll say we're better off together here tonight
I want you here with me like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining
Come on, jump out at me, come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?
I want you here with me like how I pictured it
So I don't have to keep imagining
Come on, jump out at me, come on, bring everything
Is it too much to ask for something great?
I want you here with me like how I pictured it
Is it too much to ask for something great?
You're all I want
So much it's hurting
You're all I want
So much it's hurting"
The most beautiful words he has ever spoken or sang. His voice was soft and sweet, everything about him and everything he sang was perfect. "You're all I want, so much its hurting" He wants me? How in the hell does he want me, what way does he want me. I run to him with open arms and grab him, I couldnt have gotten a better birthday present than this. "Harry that was so beautiful, I loved it so much. I love YOU so much, this is the best birthday I've ever had. Being here with you and living with you and the song and you....I just.. love you so much" I speak with broken words unable to describe how perfect he is. "Boys come on now you better get dressed to go outside. Happy birthday Louis" Anne walks out with her soft words and smile. "Snowman" Harry says and his face lights up, racing me to the closet.
♡Harry's POV ♡
I wrote him the letter, I gave him the card, I held him in my hands and he held onto me. I...held him. I finally held him. He is everything I've ever wanted and I want to he the person to give him everything he needs and wants. When I sang the song for him, I was so scared he wouldn't like it, but he did and my heart hasn't stopped pounding since. We built a snowman, just like every birthday we always have and we cooked. Louis didnt of course, he can't cook if his life depended on it. Me and my mum made him his favorite meal, spaghetti. Sure its simple and no where near fancy, but its what he likes and I wanted today to he perfect for him.
I stand in the shower for so long that the water gets cold, I can not stop thinking about Louis and how amazing he is. I wanted to kiss him so badly today, but the time didn't feel right yet, I have to wait for the perfect moment.
I crawl into bed with him and he thanks me for an amazing day, but it wouldve been more perfect if we could go look at the stars, im too scared to ask him. I build up my courage and let the words slide out of my mouth. "Remember when we used to lay on the roof and look at the stars, we should do that." He giggled that cute little giggle he does when he is happy, beyond happy. "Lets go Styles." He pulls me out of bed and we make our way to my window and climb onto the roof. "Its so cold out here" I say, rubbing my arms as I lay down beside him once again. I wish he would hold me, right when I think it, its like he read my mind and held me in a warm embrace. "Its beautiful" I say, looking up to the nigut sky thats sparkling with shiny stars all around us. "Almost as beautiful as you" he whispers, but I can definitely hear him. I giggle and turn my head to lean in for a kiss, its the perfect time. He turns his head and smiles, his phone starts ringing and cuts off my plan. "Hello?" He says rolling his eyes. "Oh yeah thanks...im a little busy Ill call you tomorrow." He ends the call and sighs, turning his head back to me. "Zayn called to say Happy birthday and Christmas."