Skinny Love (Larry Stylinson BoyxBoy)

Hello guys!

Now, I know I haven't updated in such a long time, but I hope you can forgive me with this chapter! As you can see, it's quite long so.. Yep.

This chapter's going to be a tad bit different than the others, but nothing major. Basically just more fluff and cuteness. Just to calm down your emotions :)

Anywho, enjoy the chapter and feedback is always appriciated!

Louis' POV.

''Louis!''I heard someone yell. I frowned slightly when I reconigzed the boys voice. It was Harry's, but why was he yelling when I'm standing in the doorway? Can't he see that I'm standing right here?

Harry sighed and frowned, sitting infront of the DVD player. He was holding two DVD's in his hand, looking at them as he was biting his lip furiously. I tried to talk, to let him know that I was right there and he didn't need to yell. But no sound came out of my mouth. He didn't notice me. But, when he turned his head to the direction where I was standing, I started to wave my hands frantically, trying to get his attention. But then I noticed it wasn't me who he was staring at.

I looked to my right and saw myself standing there, wearing red pajama pants and a white t-shirt. My eyes widened and I reached up to rub my eyes with my hands, before closing them tightly and then opening them again. But they were still there: Harry and, well, me.

The other me walked over to Harry and raised an eyebrow, his arms folded across his chest. Harry looked up and smiled at him, before showing him the two DVD's and asking:''The Notebook or Love Actually?''

''We just watched Love Actually yesterday hon, so we're going to watch The Notebook today.''Louis stated and raised his index finger when Harry tried to protest. Harry pouted at the other me, but Louis just chuckled and watched as Harry put the DVD into the player. He then stood up and turned around, wrapping his arms around the other me's waist. Louis raised his arms and wrapped them around Harry's neck, bringing his face closer and closer, inch by inch. I gulped and sunk down onto the floor, as I witnessed Harry and myself crash their lips together right infront of me. I looked anywhere but there and ran a hand through my hair.

What in the bloody hell was happening? Was I dead? Couldn't be.. I was right there, making out with Harry.. What was his last name?

I suddenly gasped, staring up at the two of them, who now had pulled apart, resting their foreheads together. What if this was a memory? It could be. But does that mean that me and Harry were together? I watched as Harry opened his mouth to say something, but closed it with a long sigh. Louis looked curious, like he was expecting him to say something. And when he didn't, Louis looked a bit dissapointed, but let it go. They sat down onto the couch and Harry grabbed the remote, as Louis cuddledto Harry's side; throwing his legs over his lap and resting his head on Harry's shoulder as his hands were wrapped around Harry's free arm. I frowned, feeling myself panicking even more.

I stood up shakily and rushed infront of them, waving my hands despreatly, trying to yell different things and words, but nothing came out. I felt my eyes getting watery and I reached up to wipe the tears away, but they were already rolling down my cheeks, non-stop. I took a deep breath and sank down infront of them, watching as the two boys cuddled infront of me, without noticing me.

I suddenly felt dizzy and fell on my back onto the floor, breathing in and out heavily. I felt little drops of sweat forming on my forehead and back, as the room suddenly grew much more hotter than it was. My vision became blurry and watery, when I finally closed my eyes and felt the last few salty tears roll down my cheeks, to my jawline and drop to the floor.