Your heart was beating faster than ten race cars. Your head was thudding against your skull and your breathing came out ragged and uneven. Your breath seized your trachea, making you unable to speak.

It was a simple, *

"I love you."

So why couldn't you do it?

You looked to your side and saw Louis staring up at the sky, counting the stars and looking at them in awe. The moonlight began illuminating his features, insinuating his incoherent freckles and feminine facial features. His red hair danced with the wind, making you blush profusely. He turned to look at you, his bluebell eyes boring into yours, making your eyes widen.

How you wished to kiss those plump and soft lips of his. You wished to haul him close and hug him and feel his curves and you were so lost—so absentminded in those beautiful blue orbs and that stunning and courteous look of his that you've grown to love and adore.

Albeit, You couldn't say anything. You couldn't speak, couldn't contribute any words, show your gratitude in him existing and making you feel this way, so gleeful, so joyous, so immaculate.

You were torn between wanting to confess your love and have him reciprocate, or have him reject and have that cause a rift between you two. You couldn't handle that. You were petrified, petrfied of losing this guy whom you call your soulmate.

You needed him. You wanted him with a need so massive you would be quelled into musk if you don't speak up.

You had to confess.

One way or another.

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[Friday, 10:40 pm]

You pumped up the gas to your motorbike and put on your helmet. You hopped on and tucked the box next to you securely. You started the engine and drove off, driving to the ouskirts of the middle of practically nowhere.

As you steered, you couldn't help but smile under your helmet. You were going to see somebody, somebody who had managed to capture your head in ways even you did not think were possible.

You couldn't wait to see Louis. That man always had you beguilled by his enthralling beauty. You were madly in love with his pulchritudinous features and his endearing and magnanimous personality. He had stolen your heart and you wanted him. You needed to have him.

You drove faster, wanting to get to Louis' whereabouts as soon as possible.

You wanted to see him so bad.

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[Friday, 11:32 pm]

Your bike screeched to a halt and you got off, carrying the box with you to the store as you enter. You see Louis swiping the floor and cleaning as he looks focused. As he hears footsteps, he turns around and glances at you. His eyes immediately light up and you couldn't help but smile softly, knowing he was just as happy to see you as you were to see him.

Louis sets the broom aside and approaches you.

"you! You came."

He exclaimed, his eyes and expression bright.

"How have you been?"

He asks softly.

You nod curtly, handing him the box.

"I've been good. I bought you something."

You say. He tentatively takes the box and looks at it with curiosity before hesitantly unwrapping it. His eyes widened and a gasp escaped from his lips. It was a bunny plush. His eyes kindled.

"This is adorable, you! Thank you so much."

He exclaimed.

You couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for contributing to his happiness.

"Well, you told me that bunnies were your favourite animal, and I saw this and bought it as it reminded me of you."

You scratch the back of your neck fumblingly, giving him a lumbering smile. His eyes softened, warmth and gratitude lingering in them.

"You remembered,"

He claims.

"Not many people remember that small detail about me."

He says, looking at you with his cheeks tinted pink. Your cheeks reddened as you stood there, boring your eyes into his before gawkily turning away.

"It's nothing."

You say before taking a deep breath and meeting his gaze again.

"What do you say, we get out of here and do what we do?"

You ask, grinning brilliantly. His lips curl into a soft smile and he nods, finishing his remaining work while you wait.

When he finished, he approached your bike where you were patiently standing. You hand him a helmet and put yours on. He hops on and holds onto your shoulders as you pump up the gas. You look back and flash him a cocky smirk.

"Hold on tight."

Before swarming through the streets in one swift motion.

As you navigated the dark streets trying to reach to your destination, you felt Louis grab your waist from behind and bury his head into your back. Your eyes widened, blush lingering on your cheeks. Louis remained silent, trembling slightly as you picked up speed. The sight of him, holding onto you out of fright made your heart melt. You slowed down slightly, your lips curling into a genuine chortle as he holds onto you, too terrified to let you go as you make your way towards your harbor.

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[Saturday, 12:08 pm.]

You made your way to the back of a tree, sitting down on the grass and feeling it touch your arms and feet. Fireflies began to swarm around you, the flowers around you both began to bloom. The wind brushed against your skin, leaving you both satisfied and composed. This was a perfect passionate and romantic moment, and you couldn't help but stare at Louis, stargazing and looking intently focused.

You blush, taking a look around your surroundings. This moment was blissful, harmonious even. This was the ideal place to finally admit to your feelings, tell Louis everything he was doing to you.

On one hand, you beamed. You dreamed of holding him close, laughing and sharing a moment of tranquility that was yours alone, but you also feared the impending doom it may bestow upon you if Louis didn't feel the same. You were terrified, terrified of losing Louis and ruining the only friendship you had, the only friendship that gave you a sense of security and peace. But on the other hand, you wanted to make Louis yours, claim him as yours, witness him happy around you and only you as his partner.

Right now, you gather the courage to confess your feelings to Louis once and for all—whether it be good or bad—is yet to be discovered.