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Harry sits down on his bed, fumbling with his hands in his lap. Louis is standing awkwardly at the door, looking unsure of himself. Harry's hands are sweating more than he's ever sweat in his whole life.
"Um. Y-you can.. sit down. If you want." He says, gesturing to the spot next to him. Louis nods, biting his lip and closing the door to Harry's bedroom the rest of the way before walking up to the bed and sitting next to Harry. Their legs are touching. Harry is calm.
"Your room smells good." Louis comments, staring at the floor. Harry feels himself blush. He wipes his palms on his jeans before replying.
"Oh, thanks. Um. I got a new air freshener." As soon as the words are out of his mouth, Harry wants to reach out and take them back in. Seriously. Louis doesn't care about a stupid air freshener. Harry is reminded, however, of why he has such a massive crush on Louis when the boy replies.
"Hawaiian breeze?" That is the exact wall plug that Harry had stolen from his mum's room three days ago when he found out Louis was coming over. And Louis had actually noticed. Harry wipes his palms on his jeans again.
"Yep." Louis smiles, but doesn't bother replying. Instead, he turns a bit so he's facing Harry and takes Harry's sweaty palm into his hand. Harry would be mortified if Louis' hands didn't feel as sweaty as his did.
They watch each other for a minute, faces slowly getting closer until Louis decides to say something.
"So," He clears his throat, using his free hand to wipe at his eyebrow. "I guess- or. Well. I kind of... You know how-" He cuts himself off, sighing and then closing his eyes for a minute. Harry's a little worried, because he's never seen Louis this unsure of himself. "Screw it." Is the last thing Harry hears before Louis' lips press against his.
It's the most magical thing. Harry can feel his face flooding with heat, his heart beating so incredibly fast; he'd be surprised if Louis couldn't feel it. The kiss is gentle, nothing more than closed mouth. But it's absolutely everything Harry has been dreaming about for the past three months.
"You're so cute, Hazza," Louis says against his lips, sucking Harry's bottom lip into his mouth. Harry grins so wide Louis has to pull away and he would feel bad about ruining their second kiss but the grin on Louis' face must be as big as Harry's.
"I've had a massive crush on you for ages," Harry says obviously. He closes his mouth and wishes he could stop making such a fool of himself. Louis just laughs, though, leaning forward and kissing Harry again. He pulls away after a minute of slow kissing, resting his forehead against Harry's.
"It's mutual."