Work Text:
As they lay in the damp grass in comfortable silence, looking at the shimmering stars, Louis looks at him. Admiring his face for God knows how many times since they've started dating. The sharp jawlines he'd been caressing whenever Harry needs comfort. Assuring him that everything will be alright and they'd be a fine line and they'll make it, together. Those dimples that goes deep whenever he smiles, in fact, he's smiling now. He wonders why he is smiling like that; that smile only he, sees. Those dark long curls he'd twirl and touch, the hair that he'd always feel first thing in the morning whenever he wakes up. those long eyelashes he always admires and kisses gently whenever he's crying, the eyes. The eyes that made him fall in love and made him know what love feels like. The green eyes that met his blues, the eyes that sometimes unreadable but sometimes vulnerable. The nose, that he'd boop with his index finger whenever he pouts, or he'd pinch whenever he says something silly, he'd always kiss it afterwards. Anyway, the lips. His most favorite thing about Harry, aside from his eyes, he'd always admired his lips, the shade of red it makes just like his flushed cheeks whenever they do a quickie. The way he pouts cutely like a lost poodle with those curls. Most importantly, the exquisite, charming, beautifully-painful words and sentences that slowly comes out from those thin pink lips of his, Harry's lips that are only his to kiss. He's so special and precious to him he promises himself that he'd protect him and be by his side forever. He snaps out of it when he sees Harry, turning his head to his side to look at Louis.
"what would be the one thing in life that you'd give to me" Harry asked, God Louis loves Harry's voice, the voice when he sings, the way it can be raspy and soft sometimes. The way it can calm him. He just loves everything about him.
"what was that?" Louis accidentally asked even though he heard it, he wouldn't mind hearing his low raspy voice to repeat it again
"I said, what would be the one thing in life that you'd give to me" he repeats, painfully slow but he loves that.
"well Mr curly hazza Harold styles, I'd give everything in life for you, darling" Louis says, sitting up.
"I'd love that but, only one thing" harry whispers while looking back up to the stars again. Louis thinks for an answer and finally said " well, Harry, I love you so much that I would give everything in life for you," Louis pauses looking at a smiling harry, looking back up he said
"but since you said only one thing then, I'd give you the ability to see yourself through my eyes then if I would, you will realize how special you are to me. "
They look at each other, turning heads at the same pace and the same time, they stare at each other in silence until one broke it.
" when you saw my vulnerability that was the time I realised how special I am, to you"
Louis smiled and looks back up, and asked
"what about me? What's the one thing in life that you'd give to me?"