Shooting In The Dark. ( A Larry Stylinson Fan Fiction )

Seven.

Oh hey guys! I'm alive, in case any of you still care about my story. So yeah. I don't know what happened here. I just started typing and I actually kinda like it compared to the other version I wrote that was god awful. Excuse my semi-corrupt mind that tends to make everything smutty. I tried to limit it and it worked to an extent I think. Oh, and sorry for my like three month disappeance, but I'm not gonna burden you with details so just...thanks for staying with this story and hopefully it won't be so long for the next update, considering I already have it planned. 40,000+ views is amazing and I love you for reading. thanks                                                                                                                -Vera

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Seven.

This story is switching from first person point of view to third person.

 Louis woke up in his bed, memories of last night a little blurry. He remembers going out with Lucy yesterday, much to Harry's dismay. Louis knew he was hurting Harry by spending more time with Lucy and not with him, but he just missed Luce so much over these couple of years. Plus, Louis thought Harry may have been being a wee bit over-dramatic over this whole situtation but, seriously, who was Louis to judge. Louis made a mental note to spend his day with Harry today as he slowly and very un-graciously fell out of bed.

The next thing he remembers is Lucy bringing him to an odd building that afternoon and who he thought he saw in the crowd of London streets. Louis put that thought in the back of his brain though. He was dillusional, clearly. He was tired and walking around all day, and obviously having Lucy back also brought the old memories back that he kept so safely hidden in the back cobweb-filled corner of his mind. There was no possible way, nope he refused to believe it.

He remembers being out of it, for the remainder of the time he spent with Lucy, so he went home, only to find it cold, empty and lonely. He did the only thing he really could do, text his Hazzabean (Lou giggling at his own childish nickname for Harry) and demanding his presence and that he feed him. Harry, being the whipped one he was, complied easily.

 That was another thing that Louis had noticed about Harry, how devoted he was to him. He found it incredibly endearing, and he may or may not have abused the fact that Harry would do anything for him. It was adorable, Harry being like a little kitten.

 Louis never looked more past it. He just thought that Harry was a people pleaser and since they were best friends, he wanted Louis to be pleased the most, but only if he knew the real reason. If he only knew that when Harry came home the night before, a bag of frozen taquitoes and a bottle of champagne in his hand, that Harry never wanted to be anywhere else. Louis just thought it was too good to be true, but if they opened their eyes just a little wider they would see that Harry was Louis' and Louis was Harry's, they were both just to oblivious to notice.

 Harry was still mad at himself. He wanted to be mad at Lou, but he just couldn't and it sucked. Nope, he was a little disheartened, maybe, but nope, no resentment towards Lou. 

Harry figures that Lou will eventually come around and that he needs to give him space, almost kill with him kindness, unitl he spills and he has a plan before Louis even walks down the stairs.

Lou looks at Harry with half-lidded sleep filled eyes, grumbling his greeting for the morning. Harry thought Lou was precious this morning. Hair sticking up in various different directions, loose t-shirt rumpled and worn. HIs pants slung low on his hips, so most of his boxers were showing along with a thick strip of tanned skin, in a way that Harry only thought could look sexual, but as he watched Lou bump into almost everything on his way to the teapot, those thoughts were quickly shut down. Not that Harry didn't find him attractive, cause oh boy attractive was an understatement, but he just looked too innocent that Harry felt guilty for thinking all the ways that he could ruin Louis' innocence.