Louis William Tomlinson

Louis Tomlinson is an angel. He’s one of those angels that doesn’t know how absolutely amazing he is. Anything the Tomlinson boy does is a close match to the word ‘angelic’. An angelic smile, angelic laugh, angelic feathery hair, just pure angel based beauty. I don’t know how he does it; makes himself the most desired item of romantic need, without even trying. Louis Tomlinson is a wonderful mystery to me, and I’m his best friend who, might I add, accidentally fell in love with him. It’s the most painful thing you’ll ever have to go through in your life, being surrounded with and overwhelmed by his sassiness and cuteness? It will probably kill you.

Honestly, to this day, I don’t know how I’ve been able to survive being by his side every second of the majority of my life. Ever since we were young, Louis has been an essential part of my life. I need him in whatever way I can have him, even friendship.

Though in reality, I want more than just a brotherly love, I want something romantic. I want to be the boy that takes Louis out on dates and spoils him to death. That one person that will never fail to cheer him up on a bad day. In full honestly, the one that has permission to kiss him senseless.

Though, the position has already been taken. Zayn Malik, Louis' jerky biker boyfriend. The one thing that man is capable of  loving is sleeping the weekends. He barely cares for Louis the way he should be cared for; delicately and with full  love, not barely meeting him halfway.

I've always envied Zayn, because although I am the lucky one to know Louis for my entire life, he gets to hold his and kiss his thin pink lips while I sit on the side, watching like a hopeless puppy. Needless to say, it hurts like  hell.

Zayn makes Louis happy though, and as his best friend, I'm obliged to accept this relationship whether I like it or not. As much as I know that Zayn doesn't give a damn about Louis when he should, I keep my mouth shut. Because the last thing I'd ever want to see is my Louis cry.

It's February 14th today; Valentine's Day. This to me is the worst day of the year. Or, at least it has been for two years. The day has been spent the same way; Louis texts me about how upset he is that Zayn doesn't do anything for him on V-Day, and I allow him to, while I stock up on vanilla ice cream and dig up all the romance movies I hate oh-so-much.

Zayn is by far the worst boyfriend in the history of terrible boyfriends. All I do is wonder all the time; what if I never cancelled on that one movie night?

Louis would've never gone out with Liam.

He never would've met Zayn.

Today I expect the usual Valentine's Day I always have, but it turns out to be far from normal. Possibly close to life-changing, is what this Valentine's Day becomes.

•

Eight o’clock in the morning. That's when my day begins, and as irritating as it is to wake up on a Saturday, I don't let it tarnish the fact that it's Louis who wakes me up.

"Hello?" I mumble into my phone, which was blaring some song by Iggy Azalea five seconds ago.

"Harry I'm done."

"You're done?" I question, "Done with what then?"

"Zayn! He's absolutely irritating! I don't think he has a romantic bone in his body!”

“What has he done now?” I ask, knowing already that Zayn is practically heartless.

“Oh my god, so I wake up this morning next to him in bed right? I wore his favorite sweater and everything just so he could be in a good mood and give me a couple Valentine’s Day kisses or something like that, right? But nope. He was out of bed before I could even say good morning. He’s been utterly horrible all day and just--god when will he learn? I mean, he's my boyfriend. You think he'd put a little more effort in on the most romantic holiday of the year? I...”

He sighs over the phone and I open my mouth to say something, but I hear a sniffle and my voice gets caught in my throat. He’s going to cry…

“Louis…” I finally say after a long pause, “Maybe you’re just overreacting a little?”

“No I’m not. I don’t want to spend Valentine’s Day with Zayn. He doesn’t make me feel special anymore, especially not on the one day he should at least try to.”

My hatred for Zayn only grows as the conversation continues, angry that he gets the one thing that anyone and everyone desires; Louis Tomlinson, and he doesn’t treat him with excessive love and care? My god if I were him Louis wouldn’t even wake up in his bed; he’d be waking up on a throne.

“What are you gonna do then?” I ask.

“C...Can I spend Valentine’s Day with you Harry?”

My heart drops into my stomach like a boulder and butterflies erupt as it lands. Louis wants to spend the most romantic holiday of the year with me and not Zayn? Please tell me I’m not dreaming, and if I’m not, please don’t let it end.

"You'd rather spend it with me?" I ask stupidly.

"Yeah," he clarifies, "we could go see Fifty Shades of Grey."

"God no Lou," I say, "That movie is complete trash. I'd rather see the Spongebob Movie."

He laughs out loud and I feel as if I'm going to vomit rainbows. Louis laugh is to die for.

"We can just stay at your house and watch Love Actually or something?"

The compromise has me more excited than I should be. I agree and Louis plans to come over at eleven, so we can start the day early.

While Louis takes his grand old time to bring himself over to my house, I'm rushing back and forth trying to make my house look at least a little tidy. I've had him over plenty of times but this time is majorly different.

Louis is on the brink of leaving Zayn, I can feel it. This is my time; to tell him how I really feel, to finally confess my undying love for him. My heart beats irregularly just from the thought of it.

Soon there's a knock on the door as I'm filling up my fridge with Pepsi (Louis hates Coke so I always make sure it's not around when he's here). I nervously fix my shirt as I advance to open the door.

Once I'm face to face with Louis he's jumping into my arms with an exasperated sigh.

"You have no idea how pissed I am..."

"On a scale from one to ten?"

"Try ten thousand and three," he says and I laugh as he let's go of his hold around me.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in months," I smile as he makes himself at home. Louis lays down face first on my couch.

"God do I know it," he mumbles, "So what's your plan? Go out and buy some more popcorn and ice cream so we can have the sad single Valentine's Day we deserve?"

"Single?" I tease.

"Yes, today I am Louis Tomlinson; single Pringle."

"I hate you and that joke."

"It's Valentine's Day you jerk; lighten up."

•

Louis and I walk out of the convenience store, stocked up on the things we need for our truly depressing night. Though, it'll actually be the best night I've had in a long time. He's holding the ice cream and I'm struggling to keep the popcorn in my hands.

"Oh come on H," my best friend giggles, "You've got big hands; this should be easy for you."

"Well it's not."

He only smirks as we load up my car trunk. I climb into the driver's seat and he follows.

"Let's go."

I start the car and we drive away from the parking lot. The streets are clear of cars (as this is a county road), so I look away from the road and center my vision on Louis, who is staring out of the window. The lights passing by my car reflect in his eyes and my stomach bursts into butterflies.

I remember when I was younger and into martial arts, my sensei would always tell me that love was like taking a poop. It was only silly and just for laughs when I was a toddler, but my god, my sensei was onto something. The fluttery feeling in my stomach just won't go away.

"Harry stop! Stop the car!"

I look in front of me and there's nothing, but I stop the car anyway. Once we've completely stopped moving, I avert my attention to him.

"What's wrong?"

"There's a wedding over there."

I look out his window and I spot what he's talking about. Right next to us is an outdoor wedding. The bride and groom stand in a gazebo, with the guests sitting around them.

"Wow..." I say.

"Should we crash it?"

I give him a ridiculous look. Crash the wedding?

"Louis this is someone's big day! And the ice cream may melt..."

"Who said uninvited guests could ruin a wedding?"

He has a mischievous grin on his face and nothing in my heart is telling me not to let this happen. I nod and he motions for me to drive home quickly.

“I wanna change into something other than sweatpants and a baggy sweater. I wanna look snazzy if we end up going to jail for crashing this wedding.”

Not even the thought of jail time haunts my mind as I think of only two things;

Louis and a wedding.

The wedding overall is really fancy; so much that Louis and I feel under-dressed in our attire. Louis is dressed in black skinny jeans, making the overall decision to keep his favorite sweater on (which I don’t mind because it’s my favorite too). I settles with black skinny jeans as well, but with one of my blazers, just to look a little sophisticated. If I’m not dressed to play the part, I don’t feel comfortable. One of the things I love about Louis is that no matter what he wears he makes himself feel in place.

The reception is beginning now, as people are getting food or dancing on the dance floor. It was a relaxed setting and everyone here gave off a welcoming aura. Though Louis and I didn’t know anyone, we felt like we knew every one.

“This is so much better than moping at home and watching movies…” Louis whispers, and I blush as he takes my hand and drags me over to a random couple.

As weird as it is, crashing the wedding of random people, it’s the most fun I’ve had in months. Louis and I are walking around, acting like we’re dating and I personally enjoy it because he won’t stop holding my hand and this is the life I’ve always dreamed of; though we’re only pretending.

The DJ is playing a song by Ariana Grande or something while Louis and I sit back with glasses of wine in our hands.

“Harry?” he suddenly says.

“Yeah?”

“I don’t love Zayn anymore.”

If you could hear my heart from outside of my body, you would hear explosions flaring within. The long wait for those words to finally leave his mouth is suddenly worth it.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” I say, “He treats you like a toy.”

“Don’t say that H,” Louis protests, “I just don’t feel anything with him anymore.”

“Louis you know it’s true,” I fight back, “He never treated you like a real boyfriend should. This Valentine’s Day, if I was your boyfriend, I would taking you out and buying you the world; I’d be treating you like royalty. Because you’re my boyfriend, and I love you.”

“Harry?”

“Yes?”

“I...I’m not your boyfriend though.”

I don’t realize my error until the DJ calls everyone up for a slow dance. The Scientist by Coldplay begins to play and I sigh, holding my hand out.

“Do you want to dance?”

Louis looks at my hand uncertainly, wondering if he should. I bite my lip, praying he’ll agree. Thankfully, his hand is soon in mine and we’re standing up, walking over to the dance floor. He wraps his arms around my neck and I place my hands on his waist. I close my eyes and breathe as we sway to the music.

“Do you really think he treated me like crap…” Louis asks quietly, “I always thought that was just his way of expressing love…”

I spot a lone tear streak down his cheek and I frown, knowing this conversation is a tough one.

“Louis…Zayn isn’t right for you. He only wanted you for the sole idea of your physical beauty. I could tell from the way he treated you outside of parties or social gatherings. He’d treat you like a king when people were around because he wanted everyone to envy him for having you. But when alone, or even with me, it wasn’t the same.”

He nods, resting his head on my chest.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”

“Because I love you too much. If I were to say something, I’d get ahead of myself; try to take you away from him.”

“I don’t understand--”

“Lou,” I finally confess, “I love you. I love you so damn much that I let you date Zayn for two years because he made you so happy. I didn’t want to take that happiness away from you, or make you feel like I wasn’t supportive of it. I care for you so much, and it was a pain in the ass to see you with someone who didn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated. Louis I’ve loved you for six years now, and I’m so so sorry.”

The silence between us aches in my heart as we continue to sway our bodies to the song. I shouldn’t have said it, I knew I shouldn’t have. It’s too soon for this, way too damn soon.

“I love you too.”

And then we’re kissing. His hand caresses my hair as our lips mold together, and I only hold him tighter to my body, never wanting this single moment to end. Suddenly all my problems are gone; Zayn, loneliness, even taxes, they’re all disintegrate as Louis’ lips send a current though my body. His mouth tastes of strawberry cheesecake from earlier in the night and my body leans down with him before we pull away.

“Do...do you think we can make this work?”

“We can make anything work.”