When He Smiles - Larry Stylinson

Chapter 2

Harry’s eyes darted over to look at me. I didn’t move, just stared into his gorgeous deep green irises. Almost mesmerized. We stayed like that for a good 5 seconds, just gazing at each other. I noticed a smirk start to form on Harry’s lips. I heard a small forced cough and I immediately looked away, the register girl just gave me a confused look. Shit, that must have looked awkward. Why am I suddenly so interested in the way Harry looks? Honestly Louis, you’re such a dope. Harry is a guy! I then realised Harry was holding the small notebook at me, oh. I took the pen and paper and scribbled my signature underneath Harry’s and handed it back to the girl. I could feel Harry’s eyes still on me, but I didn’t dare glance back.

“Thank you so much!” she grinned, “Could I possibly get a photo of you two? I just love Larry Stylinson and you both look so good!”

Harry laughed, nodded and moved in closer, putting his arm around my waist. It felt… nice. Sure we’d had loads of photos taken of us together before, but right now having Harry’s arm around me, just felt right. Like it was where it should be all the time. We both smiled and the girl’s phone flashed.

“Well it was nice meeting you babe, but we really have to get going. Have a great day!” Harry gave a small wave and the girl returned the gesture. We swung around and walked out of the shop, Harry still with his arm around me. I was too focused on the warmth of Harry’s forearm on my hips to notice the fact that we’d just walked out of the store, no hoods, no glasses, no disguises what so ever. Harry mustn’t have realized either until we heard a couple loud squeals from behind us.

Harry’s arm quickly dropped and he spun around, leaving a coldness to linger on my waist.

“Maybe it’s better if we come back another time” Harry suggested and before I knew it, he’d grabbed my hand and we were bolting for the front doors. We skidded out into the parking lot and Harry’s grip tightened on my hand as he dragged me towards the car. I couldn’t help but laugh, it was such a rush. His hand let go of my sweaty palm and he swung the door open, diving in. I did the same, slamming the door shut behind me.

Harry laughed and I turned to face him. I hadn’t even realised how close we were. I was practically lying on top of him. His hand reached up to brush my fringe out of my face, the softness of his fingertips sent those same goosebumps to arise on my skin. His hand rested on the back of my neck. He exhaled and I felt his breath on my lips. I thought back to last night in the dark. The moment had ended so quickly, him leaving me in the cold. But this time, neither of us moved. He half smiled and I couldn’t help but smile back. I felt a bubbling sort of feeling inside my stomach, strange. It was a feeling I couldn’t explain. Almost like I was nervous, but calm at the same time. The feeling only stirred up more inside me as I noticed Harry’s eyes locked on my lips. I stuck my tongue out and he smirked. Then let his hand drop to his side. I shifted awkwardly.

“For such a skinny looking guy, you’re quite heavy you know”

At that moment I sprang up, realizing I had accidentally landed on top of Harry when I got into the car, but hadn’t moved. I scooted over so I was leaning against the door.

“Sorry” I mumbled, looking at the window. I could see our flat in the distance. I hadn’t even noticed the car had been moving the whole time, I wonder if the driver had noticed our little moment in the back. If that’s what I can call it, a moment. But did it mean anything? Sure Harry and I are always sitting close, one of us always having our legs drooping over the others lap. It just happens so naturally, that’s what makes our friendship so special. We can be so comfortable and relaxed with each other. So did just lying there with Harry before bring up so many strange feelings? What in the world has happened to me to make me think like this? Was it that dream? God Louis, delete that from your mind! It was just a dream. It doesn’t mean anything. Just like before. Just stop thinking!