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"H!" Niall sat down by Harry’s side and put an orange juice bottle to his platter. He leaned closer to his ear then. "Tomlinson will probably come here in a second, I told him you love hot black coffee when he asked," he winked.
"What? That's not true," Harry looked at his friend accusingly.
"Well, that's the point! You can tell him to fuck off and pour it to his face if you want," Niall said as if Harry should be grateful.
"Pour it-What?! Why would you do that, Niall?!"
Niall raised his eyebrows in disbelieve. "Excuse me? Do I hear reproach? I hope not. Because I won't look at how you forgive him all that shit he's put you through just because... Wait a minute! Did you undergo an impact test? When he's your alpha, it's actually easier for him to brainwash you-"
"Louis didn't brainwash me!" Harry cut in to defend the alpha.
Oh God.
He probably should have called Niall yesterday and explained everything. It was just that... it somehow felt like that phonecall to his mum to explain things to her and ask her if he could stay at Louis' house was the maximum he could do before forgetting everything because all he could focus on was having Louis so close to him in bed, the one that now smelled like them (which turned out as a really unpractical thing considering the question of getting out of it - because they came to school an hour late today - and that was also why he hasn't had a chance to properly initiate his best friend into things.)
"Niall-"
That was when Louis turned up. "Hello," he greeted both of them and then gave a smile clearly crafted just for Harry. Harry couldn't help but feel butterflies as he turned around and took the sight in.
"I'll have to run. Just... Saw you heading over here and... Here you go," the alpha then stood the steaming paper cup next to Niall's juice.
Harry swallowed and stared at it silently (while Niall was obviously hungrily waiting for his fire reaction, piercing him with his eyes from the side).
After Harry's been quiet for a bit too long, the Irish boy took the floor. "In fact, he-"
"I love black coffee, thank you so much!" Harry suddenly yelled and Niall's brow furrowed in utter horror as his eyes shot up to him.
"Great," Louis sent a discreet nod to perplexed Niall (probably not noticing his face because he turned back to Harry too fast) and his smile widened. "Enjoy your meal, then. Both of you," he leaned closer to Harry as if in urge to kiss his cheek before freezing in the middle of the motion, realizing they haven't discussed showing affection in public and he quickly straightened back up. "Um. Sorry," he cleared his throat. "Bye!"he waved awkwardly then, leaving the place.
Harry felt his heart aching from want but Niall just winced.
"What the fuck? What the fuck was that?! You know you don't have to tolerate Tomlinson acting all alpha-y now, right? You don't. He's an ass. He doesn't deserve you being nice! And I know you feel like you have to be like that, but it's not your duty, ok? You can still not like him. For a while, at least. So he takes a lesson!"
"Niall, for God's sake! Shut up and listen, ok? Things changed."
Niall blinked. "How could things possibly change, H? Please, enlighten me," he added sarcastically.
And so Harry told him.
"Oh fuck," Niall's jaw fell down after everything got revealed.
"Yeah," Harry nodded, "so... I do like him now."
Niall squinted his eyes. "Well... I'm sorry, ok? But even considering all of this, he was still an ass sometimes-"
"Look, Ni, I think I understand his reasons, ok? And I like him now. I really, really like him. A lot. And he got me coffee," he grinned.
Niall sighed. "You are a hopeless case."
...
"You don't like coffee, right?" Louis said after several days when Harry has used the excuse of just having drunk one yet again.
Harry panicked. "What?"
"You don't like it," Louis repeated. This time, it was not even a question anymore. He knew.
"I… uh… I-" Harry stuttered, but Louis put a palm over the hand with which he just reached for the cup, ready to swallow a sip if necessary.
"Is it just the canteen coffe? Or all coffee in general?“
"Lou, I-" Harry's cheeks turned crimson, but Louis’ face seemed knowing by then.
"It was Niall's doing, wasn't it? He wanted you to tell me you hate it."
"I…" Harry's shoulders slumped. "Yes. …It was back when he didn' t know about you not being that bad, though. He thought you brainwashed me and-" he looked at him apologetically.
"Brainwashed you?! That's hilarious."
"…Are …are you mad?"
"No," Louis grinned. "No. He's a good friend. And besides. You didn't tell me you hate it. So. I kinda won anyway, didn't I?"
Harry let Louis peck his lips (it already felt too familiar). "Hm. I'm sorry."
"It's fine, H. I hope he can forgive me… For beating him on this, obviously," he added after a short pause and Harry shook his head with a smile and couldn't help but close his eyes as he touched his tingling mouth with his fingertips.
"I'm a winner. I won you," Louis whispered before he nuzzeled against his cheek and jaw, breathing his fruity shampoo in and leaving a trace of scent there. Harry felt a bit as if drunk with it, only difference being that he didn't want to vomit because of the swinging ground now. It was more like… longing to make out to make the world spin. He swallowed.
"Speaking of winning… are you excited for the race tomorrow?"
"Hm," Louis hummed, now playing with Harry's fingers. "Of course I am," he said.
"And nervous?"
"I mean… a bit, yeah… Not as much as for the History presentation, though," he laughed.
Harry shook his head with a widening smile. The thing was: After they went official, a lot of people couldn't help but unbelievingly stare at them whenever they just talked in the hall. To have half an hour of them presenting their topic… well, Harry just hoped everybody's eyes won't fall out. "It has a lighter side, too, you know".
Louis arched his brow. "Does it, now? "
"Uh-huh," he nodded. "Even if we tell them some stupid crap, they won't notice."
Louis laughed some more.
"And you will nail the race, too. I'm sure of it."
The alpha pouted his mouth as if in thought. "Like. We will do our best, obviously. Just. Dunno. The other schools' teams are really good, too."
"Ok," Harry nodded patiently, "that's possible… But I won't be cheering for them, so…"
Louis' face brightened again. "Oh, that's true! They don't have a chance, then!"
Harry playfully pushed his chest. "No, but. I'll be there, ok? And I'll make Niall be there, too."
"Thank you," Louis said fondly, looking at Harry like if he was a golden kitten.
…
"The weather couldn' have been better," Niall stated sarcastically when the drizzle turned prominently closer to downpour. "Are you sure it has nothing to do with your witchy projects?"
"I’m watching the race," Harry made a face, but Niall scoffed with irony.
"The race? No. You're just staring into trees, mate. Honestly, it sucks," he complained. "We just stand there for long minutes until they run through here, we shout for three seconds and then they're gone again! What's that for, even?"
"Hey!" Harry elbowed him in the ribs without even trying to be gentle. "Stop saying nonsense!" he shouted.
Because. Maybe they couldn't see much. Maybe it was really cold outside and the weather was shit. But he was also so attuned to Louis now that his heart was actually beating in synch with the alpha's (and yes, he did think it was a heartattack before he realized that it in fact meant Louis has already took the baton from Frank and that this was the last round). He could hear Louis' breathing in his ears.
So he couldn't help but be very involved. And also. If the thing with their bond worked two ways, Louis could probably hear Niall, too.
"He is already on the track!" he stretched his neck as if in efforts to see behind the corner.
"Oh, really," Niall retorted. "He should better be fast, then. Because maybe you don't even know, but that cough of yours? I'm seriously worried about you getting pneumonia, man."
…
It turned out Louis really could hear Niall. Because as he appeared in sight, he was squinting into the crowd until his eyes found Harry – and once he saw him, he swore and added some speed.
For an unknown reason, Harry suddenly realized he needs to see Louis run through the finish line. So he started running along after him (Niall helplessly following in his track with an angry: "Harold! Are you joking?!"
And then he heard people just around the finish point cheer as Louis was almost there… and Louis' team explode with joy as he ran through, incarcerating him in a group hug.
Harry speeded up, so just as Louis realized he could smell him close, pulled away from his friends and turned around, Harry ended up in his arms.
"Lou! You won!" he shouted with an extraordinary glee and kissed him a bit desperately before the alpha could have a chance to protest.
Someone whistled to them, but Louis didn't really hear it.
"H, I told you to go watch from the car with Niall if it started raining!" he said with worry.
"What?! Why wasn't I informed?!" Niall exclaimed from where he just stopped running within earshot.
Louis didn't register the other omega, however. All he could concentrate on were Harry's wet curls that he tried to move back from his cold temples.
"Why didn't you listen to me?! You’ll be sick!"
"Needed to breathe," Harry tried to explain, coughing. He brought Louis' hand to his racing heart then. "I was with you."
Louis's eyes widened as he realized how far the bond actually reached. And then there was firework-y feeling pulling him under and he couldn't help but kiss Harry again.
…
"Can I please open the window?" Harry suddenly asked with his face glued against the glass.
Louis looked at him with concern. "What? It's raining outside, H-"
"I know. I just. I'm really hot," he exhaled and his breath condensated into a foggy circle.
"Don't worry. We know that," Niall laughed from the backseat and Liam rolled his eyes.
Louis could sense something was not right, though. "I think we shouldn't open the windows now, baby, ok? We'll be at mine in a few minutes…"
Harry whined to that.
"Um. Guys?" Louis swallowed and looked into the rearview mirror. "Could one of you maybe take the wheel, please?"
"What's going on?" Liam asked with concern.
"I don't know. Something's off," Louis explained and pulled over to the side of the road.
And then Niall's eyes widened. "Oh, fuck."
"What?" both Louis and Liam turned to him with worry.
"I think he's going into heat."
"A heat?!" the alphas screamed in horror.
"But that's not possible," Louis opposed just as Liam said: "I don't think so?"
"Harry?" Louis tried to adress the omega softly, but he didn't get any answer apart from another whine as the curly boy dragged his cheek against the glass in search for some kind of relief from the warmth.
"Shit!" he swore. "But I can't smell nothing different on him!" Louis exclaimed anxiously.
"Me neither…" Liam added with awe.
"Yeah. Probably because it's his first time after he's matched with you!" Niall yelled back to Louis. "What did you think was going to happen?!"
"Fuck!" Louis' cheeks turned visibly paler as he nervously squeezed the steering wheel. "Oh God!" he tugged at his wet strands of hair then. "We have to get him home! Niall, do you remember his address?"
"No way," Niall said coldly, shaking his head. "You will fucking take care of him."
"But-"
"No! You are taking him back to yours. And you will stay with him!"
Louis felt his breath hitching in his lungs. "What do you mean?! I don't even know if he would want this!"
"Please!" Niall made it a bit theatrical. "You two are fucking fated mates, Tomlinson. The last I checked, he's more at home in your bed than in his by now. And if you haven't noticed, he's head over heels for you!"
"But that doesn't necessarily mean he wants me to knot him when he's under after we've only ever cuddled and discussed questions of the 'do you prefer cats or dogs' nature, ok?!"
"Jesus! It's his first time with an alpha! You don't have to fuck him. He just needs you to be with him. Scent him and shit. It would be painful without it."
Louis swallowed.
Heats were different from ruts: they were a part of mating cycle, too. But unlike alphas who primarily needed to let go of the physical frustration, the partner not even being that important to them most of the times – omegas' burning hunger for care was a bit different from that.
Because during heats, the physical part wasn't exactly unimportant. But what mattered the most was the emotional one. For omegas, the magic was in how they were feeling. So sometimes, only a scent of the right alpha could do it for them. Other times, even the wildest orgy wouldn't feel like enough. It was one of the reasons why omegas could not go into army without being mated – dealing with heats (even if only occasionally thanks to suppressants) was simply a pain in the ass if there was no one who could borrow them the right sweater.
Louis swallowed again and Niall said: "He needs you. And you will be there for him, do you understand? …Or are you scared that you won't be able to hold back?" he added daringly.
Louis' eyes glinted with yellow. "I would never hurt him," he growled.
"That's what I though."
…
Harry came about in the bath.
That was his first thought, at least – there was water around him. He almost started panicking because of disorientation, but that was when he realized he could smell his alpha close and that Louis was in fact sat beside him, dragging a wet washcloth over his bicep and murmuring sweet nothings so close to his ear that the intimacy of his voice alone made Harry melt.
Purring softly, he closed his eyes and dived into the feeling of being taken care of like this, relaxing his body further, until it suddenly stroke him that they were both naked.
His eyes snapped open and he desperately reached for the hem of the tub with both hands, moving his body so the skin on skin contact with Louis would stop existing, splashing water around.
It was like enjoying a delicious cake, realizing it is actually sweet only after swallowing it and then trying to return it back out of your stomach to form it into the original piece, even if the bite was already chewed.
"H?" he heard Louis' voice tremble with worry as he quickly reacted and bent his legs so the omega would have his space.
"You just went through your heat. I was there with you. Do you know where you are?"
Harry gasped for air, not even able to shake his head. He didn't recognise the place (even if it felt somehow familiar, so it could have just been the shock). But as long as Louis was there, the place didn't really matter that much to him. All his brain could focus on anyway was the fact that the alpha just spent his entire heat with him. That they were now in a bath, naked together. And that he didn't remember anything.
"We're at my house," Louis tried to support, but Harry started crying.
"Harry! What is it? What's happening?!" the alpha reached his arm forward but then stopped himself, not sure if he could touch Harry like this. "Baby, please, tell me what's wrong?"
Harry wanted to do just that. There was so much emotions inside of him that it almost hurt to not let them out. But he somehow discovered that he couldn't form his thoughts into words, so the only outcome of his efforts were louder sobs.
Louis jumped up and got out of the tub, collecting the smaller from the two towels prepared on the laundry basket, quickly drying himself up with it and then fixing it around his waist as he was finished.
He bent down for the larger towel and raised it up in front of the tub. "Come on, we'll get you out, ok?"
A desperate cry escaped Harry as he stood up. He let Louis wrap him into the fluffy terry fabric, pressing himself against Louis' chest.
"Harry…" the alpha tightened the hold on him. "I did it wrong, didn't I? You didn't want me here. I'm sorry I fucked up."
Harry found Louis' scent gland to nuzzle against it, which slightly surprised the alpha considering the circumstances. If he gave Harry trauma – how bad did it have to be for the omega to seek comfort in him like this?
They just stood there for a moment, Louis not really sure of what to do.
And then Harry curled up even closer to him and asked: "Was it ok? Not too embarrassing?"
"Baby, you were lovely," Louis assured him. The truth was that Harry could never do anything that Louis would ever perceive as embarrassing.
"Ok. That's good. I'm just sad that I don't get to remember it, you know?" the omega wiped up his eyes with the back of his hand.
"Um. People usually don't remember their heats, H. It's a normal thing."
"Yeah. But I mean… when we… um… you know. Like. I'm so glad it was you and I know you took good care of me and all. I remember feeling safe with you. I'm just… I didn't dream of it happening like this. I wanted to remember it-"
"Wait, Harry," Louis put some space between them. "We didn't have sex."
"What?"
"We didn't have sex, love."
Harry blinked. "We didn't?"
"No. No, I wouldn't do that," Louis shook his head. "I want you to remember our first time, too, ok? I want it to be special. So during your heat, I just was there with you. Held you, scented you. Kissed you a lot. And it's true that I crossed many lines with the skin on skin, but it was because… although I really tried to keep our clothes on, you always took yours off and didn't let me be until I did, too. Your omega was restless without it. So I figured it probably was the best thing to do. I hope I wasn't wrong."
Harry was staring at him with wide eyes. Louis gulped and proceeded: "…Look. I want you to know that the nakedness… it wasn't about anything sexual for me. I mean. I do find your body very arousing, don't get me wrong, ok? Just. This time? It was about something else. Us. Closeness. Care. And warmth. Keeping you relaxed. The direct touch helped a lot."
"So we… we didn't, yet?" Harry straightened his back up and draped one arm around Louis' neck.
"No," Louis confirmed. "We didn't," he smiled with an immense relief that Harry was just fine with spending the heat together. He shook his head as the omega's eyes gleamed with sparks of happiness. One of them turned into a tear.
"Lou… thank you," Harry slotted their lips together. "Thank you," he repeated, drinking Louis in again.
"You don't have to thank me for that-" Louis tried to say in the middle of another kiss, but Harry didn't let him.
"Thank you so much," he repeated for the third time and nuzzled against his bare chest. "Thank you for taking care of me now. But also. Thank you for... everything, really. Um. Maybe not the drop part... which wasn't even your fault entirely. But apart from that. Thank you, alpha," his cheeks reddened in the cutest way.
Louis' heart swelled.
"Could you maybe... you think you could scent me, please?" Harry asked him timidly.
Louis fished for one of the omega's hands. "Of course, baby," he pecked his wrist and scooped closer to his collarbones.
...
Going back to bed felt heavenly. Harry also loved that Louis has offered him his clothes (which he obviously accepted).
"How long was I out?" he then wondered aloud while drawing circles into Louis' palm with his index finger as they were lying on their sides, facing each other.
"Three days," Louis answered with lightness.
"Hm," Harry hummed. "And did something extraordinary happen during that time?" he wanted to know.
"Um. Not sure," Louis pouted. "Maybe just that... Lucas called."
"He did?"
"Yeah, he said he's doing good and that the group therapy actually works wonders, even after just the first few times?"
Harry smiled. "That's so great! I'm really happy for him."
"Yeah," Louis grinned. "me too," he pecked Harry's temple. "Oh! And there's a beach party today, if you wanna go," Louis suddenly remembered. "It's to celebrate that we got into the Championships."
Harry blinked surprisedly and then lifted himself up, propping his weight on his elbow. "Everyone waited for three days to celebrate... because of... me, basically? So that you could go, I mean?"
Louis shook his head amusedly. "No."
"Thak God!" Harry exhaled with relief. "So why the delay, then? Did it rain every day or...?"
"No."
"What, then?"
"It's actually much simpler. Um. Because it's Friday?"
"Oh," Harry laughed. "Of course that's the reason."
"Yeah," Louis nodded. "But we don't like... have to go. I know that you're probably really sensitive for smells now and the whole school will be there, which is a lot of people, so-"
"Will there be fires?"
"Um... I think so? Yes?" Louis was a bit confused because: how was fire tied to smells?
"Then I'd like to go."
"What?"
"I'd like to go! I can take my guitar, roast some marshmallows... I'm not really too fond of parties in general, but... I love campfire atmosphere, you know?"
"You do?"
"Yes."
"Well."
"If you just could scent me as we go... and maybe also give me your jacket... I'm sure it would be fine."
"Deal," Louis agreed, already imagining Harry in his denim.
...
It turned out that the unholy amount of people was more problematic for Louis than for Harry in the end. Because he was in an over-protective mode. He couldn't help but growl on everyone who only ever said hi to Harry, more so to people who complimented his playing or offered to roast him a marshmallow (Liam and Niall (who had Cecile all over him) included).
Louis knew he was the one who should have been taking care of Harry's snacks – but somehow, he wasn't able to stop constantly touching him, let alone leave his side. So. It sucked.
Thank God that Harry noticed his recklessness and decided to run away from the crowd for a bit as he gave his guitar to Niall, took Louis' hand and suggested a walk.
...
"Are you ok?" he asked when they sat down on a large rock placed where only a distant sound of voices and disco song reached to them through the dark. It felt freer like this when they were alone, Louis had to admit.
"Sorry for that. I just-"
Harry bit his lip. "I actually really liked how possessive you were," he whispered and tangled their fingers.
"Oh," Louis swallowed. "Ok." He felt a bit better knowing that.
"Hm," Harry let his head reast on Louis' shoulder. "Did you know that stars can only ever be seen in the darkness?"
"Uh..."
Harry chuckled.
"You are like that. My star."
"I forgot you write poems."
"They are songs," Harry corrected gently.
"Songs are poetry, too, H."
"Ok, but-"
Louis looked at him. "I saw that notebook of yours? The one you write in sometimes? You played one song from it earlier."
Harry's expression turned nervous. "Uh. Yeah. Did you like it?"
Louis didn't let go of his eyes, locking their souls tightly by the look. "I loved it, H. So much. Could you sing me another one?"
Harry's pupils dilated. "What?"
"I don't want to like... force you. But it's... I don't know. It's like I could listen to your heart and understand it better when you sing."
Harry's breath quickened, for: Louis just said the most romantic thing anyone ever could.
"H?"
Harry snapped out of the moment. "Uh. Sorry. I..." he cleared his throat. "I don't particularly feel like... just singing acapella, you know. But. I could give you some to read if you want? ...As a poem. Without melody."
"You would let me read it?"
"Why not," Harry shrugged as if this wasn't a big deal (it was) and reached to his breast pocket to bring out his brown leather notebook.
"You can choose one and I will tell you what it's about," he stretched his hand for Louis to take the notebook from him.
"Really?"
It was somehow so overwhelming to have Louis treat this as a sacred thing and a privilege. Because it was. But the alpha was the first one who got it. That his words were actually his naked soul.
"I promise. The ugly truth."
"Ok," Louis licked his lips nervously as he accepted the notebook from Harry.
It took a moment of Louis flipping the pages carefully (Harry filled that time with looking up the night sky) before he returned the notebook opened to him.
"This one, then," he pointed to the left page and Harry glanced over its first half:
Some people just don't have manners
and not even a heart
Words don't fall - they pound like hammers
Silent counterpart
I wish I would know
how to blend
greasy dough
to ashtray
I wish I would know
how to still
stay clean
(How to not let it in
when the dirt sticks to skin?)
Of course that Louis had chosen this one from the entirety of them. Damn it.
"Uh," Harry bit the inside of his mouth nervously. "I think this one is pretty self-explanatory, in fact..." he tried.
Louis' brow furrowed. "Well. I think I grasped the concept, sure. But. What interests me is... the feeling you captured? What ignited it?"
Harry closed his eyes for a moment (to gather the strength). Then, he said: "You."
And Louis' face fell. "What did I do?" he breathed weakly.
"Actually. I don't really remember it that clear. It was... I had a bad day. I was going to a lecture late and my bag tore? And then you turned up and you said something stupid just to... I don't know. Make me mad. That's basically it."
Something flashed through Louis' eyes and then he pointed to another strophe. "What does this mean?"
I'd hate for world to not have colours
but if I ever could
I'd dream a dream about the nightmares
in which people would
be sightless
"Honestly? I don't know if I even should tell you this..."
"You promised me the ugly truth."
"Yeah. Just... Things were different then from how they are now and I don't want you to think-"
"I promise not to think anything."
Harry sighed defeatedly. "Ok. Um. I forgot the initial motive for writing it. It was pretty intense. I only remember wishing you went blind when I wrote it? Like. The nightmares with sightless people... it stands for you in every lifetime where you wouldn't be able to look at me."
Louis just stared at him for a few seconds. And then he started to laugh.
"What is it?" Harry asked confusedly. "Lou!"
"This is in fact the best love song you could have ever written."
Harry did not follow. "What? What do you mean?!"
"It is about that time I asked you for your favourite colour," Louis explained. "You said blue. And. Well," he pointed to his eyes. "I think it's pretty clear that... you gave my eyes a thought after saying it. I was never sure of it before. But now I am."
"Oh my God," Harry whispered. "I remember."
...
TWO YEARS AGO:
"Shit!" Harry swore when the bottom of his bag unexpectedly ripped open and his stuff fell on the ground. This was pretty unfortunate, because he was already running late.
He bent down to pick it all up and of course that that was when Tomlinson suddenly turned up from nowhere to annoy him.
"Hey, Sue! What's your favourite colour?"
Harry pulled the hair that fell down his eyes because he's straightened up so fast away of his view and he adjusted his glasses. "What? Why?"
"So that I have it confirmed that you're the kind of person who chooses their lacy thong with more thought than usual panties."
Of course that this wasn't about colours, Harry (who felt his ears heating up altogether with his cheeks) quickly reached to check if his underpants were peeking out of his jeans and as he found out that it was in fact not the case and that Louis Tomlinson has just been successful in making fun of him, he shook his head fretfully. "You're a proper asshole!"
"Yeah, you've told me a few times already," Louis nodded with a smirk, picking up two pencils and giving them to Harry. "So?"
Harry ripped the stationary out of his hand. "I'm not telling you! I'm not even speaking to you! Ever!"
"Ok, I get it," Louis apparently hasn't have enough yet. "It's pink, the most common lacy colour, right?"
Harry was fuming in helpless rage. He wanted to jump at the big-headed alpha and strangle him right there.
"No wonder you're ashamed for its basicness." Louis shrugged. And Harry knew that he did that only to get a reaction from him. He knew it too well. But he just could not not give it: "It's blue, you jerk!"
Louis looked at him like people stare at others when the latter tell a tale about their holidays which sounds a bit too adventurous. "Did you just make that up so I'd believe you and not know the truth about your obsession with pink thongs?" he guirked his eyebrow.
"Fuck you, Tomlinson. You're pathetic. Seriously, get a life!" Harry grabbed for the last paper laying on the ground and quickly paced away while Louis stayed put for a moment. He couldn't help but wonder if the omega ever noticed his eyes. And if yes... did he hate the colour for making him like Louis more – or Louis for making him like the colour less?
...
"Do you wanna know a secret?" Harry said.
"Always," Louis nodded.
"I used to freak out because of it. But I have no clue if I liked blue before you."
Louis inhaled sharply. And then he dived his hand into Harry's curls. "I love you, too," he breathed into his skin.
Their kiss tasted exactly like the star in the darkness.