There's A Reason - A Larry Stylinson Love Story

 From that night on, our friendship was no longer awkward. We spent literally every moment together, waking and asleep. We’d come to the realization that we needed each other to sleep, so now we alternated whose bed we slept together in each night.

The other boys noticed the change. Niall was constantly trying to get in between our cuddling, claiming the leprechaun wanted a hug too. But when he wasn’t annoying us, I noticed him eyeing us, sometimes with a pitying glance toward Louis, which I didn’t understand. I’d caught Zayn staring at us when we were wrapped in each other’s arms, or flirting shamelessly in front of the cameras, or skipping around holding hands, but he never mentioned it.

The one I was still worried about having to face was Liam. I knew he was smart enough to see that something had changed, and he would be very curious to know what happened. I also had yet to tell him of my love for Louis, which he was going to rub in my face since I’d flat out denied it before.

I stretched out my arms and legs, standing and pulling on a random pair of boxers before heading down the stairs with a yawn.

“Hazzabear, you’re up!” Louis gleefully shouted as I entered the kitchen. Before I knew what had happened, I found myself on the floor with a very joyful Lou sitting on my stomach and grinning proudly at the fact he’d just created another love bite on my neck. Chuckling, I shoved him off me and pulled out a chair at the table.

“Good morning, boys. Is there any food left or has hurricane Niall already hit?” I joked as I heard a low grumble form my stomach.

“Hey!” the guilty party exclaimed as the rest of us laughed. “I have common respect! I wouldn’t leave Harry without breakfast. Do you really think I’m that cruel?” He pouted at us. Nobody was giving in, so he turned his gaze on Liam and gave him puppy eyes with a big pout.

Liam could never resist that look for long. “All right, stop picking on Niall and let Harry eat. We need to figure out what we’re doing today anyway. Anyone got ideas?” I dug in alongside Niall as Lou joined the rest of us at the table.

“I’m running out of hairspray,” Zayn said, “so I need to get some more today. Is that okay, Li?” He checked. Liam agreed that was a good thing for him to do, so Zayn left to get changed.

At this point Niall had finished his food and was watching my remaining food like a vulture. It was as if he was just waiting for the perfect moment to-

“NIALL! Give me my breakfast!” I screamed as he slipped the plate from me and chowed down on my eggs.

“Never! I’m a hungry growing boy you know,” Niall retorted, barely understandable with all that food shoved in his mouth. I sighed. Trying to get food from Niall was as hard as trying to steal a banana from a monkey. Besides, Liam was here and he always took Niall’s side in debates, so I was bound to lose the food in the end.

Louis looked up from whatever had been distracting him on his phone. “Nialler, want to go see that new movie you’ve been telling me about? We can catch the 3D showing if we leave in the next ten minutes.” Niall nodded, his mouth still full, and shoveled the food down even faster.

As they left for their movie, I realized this was exactly what I’d been avoiding. Liam and I were here in the house, alone. With plenty of time on our hands. What had I gotten myself into? Groaning, I laid my head down on the table.

I felt a warm hand on my shoulder. “Harry, you’ve been avoiding me.” So Liam has noticed. I frown, trying to come up with a believable excuse but finding none.

“Don’t deny it. You’ve been avoiding me because you’re scared to tell me something, I assume. Something has changed in your and Louis’ relationship, and it’s something you’re even less sure of than what you told me last time. Am I correct so far?” I nod miserably. Liam has read me like an open book. Were my feelings really that transparent?

“Harry, you can tell me, whatever it is. I promise I won’t judge you; that’s not what I’m here to do.” He’s making me feel guilty with all the sweet talk.

I gave up on my vow of silence. “You’re right, Li. I’m scared. But how could I not be? Everything’s just not how it should be, and it feels so right but I know he doesn’t realize what he’s doing, and he doesn’t know what it’s doing to me. He never notices,” I rant and see Liam nodding his head along with my words.