Butt I Was Just Helping A Friend... (A Larry Stylinson Fanfic)

Part 3

*Niall's POV*

Harry's head turns to face Louis and I follow, seeing his beet red face. "You okay Louis?" I ask, giving him a sympathetic gaze. He deserves to know about Harry and I.

Louis' open his mouth, closes it, turns to Harry, and then opens it again in a small 'o' shape. Harry mirror's his expression and they stare at each other, mouths open. They stay this way for an unusual amount of time.

"Uh... okay, well I'll just be... upstairs..." I say awkwardly, backing away slowly. I close the door behind me and head up the stairs mumbling, "What was that all about?"

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*Louis' POV*

Once the door is completely closed, I say, "It was him!" the same time Harry does. He turns to the door and then back at me with a shocked expression on his face. One look at him and I burst into hystarics.

"WHY ARE YOU LAUGHING," Harry speaks, watching me fall to the ground, clutching my stomach.

"You...had sex...with Niall!" I explain between breaks of laughter. I begin crying, still on the ground but rolling onto my back, Hazza towering over me.

"That isn't funny! Now I think he likes me!" he protests.

"You think?!" I shut my eyes together tightly causing tears to stream down my face. I slowly begin to calm down after a couple minutes and when I open my eyes again, I see the curly haired boy sitting on my bed, bent over with his head in his hands, shedding tears of his own.

"Harry... Hazz... no, it'll be okay. I promise, we'll figure all this out," I reassure him, taking a seat beside him and rubbing his back soothingly.

"I don't know about that, Lou. You can't promise something out of your control. He'll be humiliated if I tell him it was a mistake. And if he hadn't actually liked what I did back there, it would be concidered rape! I practically raped Niall Horan! I've messed up so bad..." he cries out.

"No you didn't. It was my fault. I shouldn't have left knowing you were still asleep. You had no way of knowing that wasn't me," I say, calming him down a bit. "Everything will be okay."

He takes his head out of his hands and looks me in the eyes. His eyes are dim and his face red. I hate to see him like this. "But what if everything's not okay? What if he actually is humiliated. He won't be able to look at me. Or you for that matter! He'll beat himself up for days!" he says, causing a stirring pain in my stomach. Harry's right, Niall's already hard on himself as is. This would bring him down on so many levels. I hear a gasp and look up at the source. "What if he quits the band," Harry says, more stating than asking.

I think about this statement for a while. It's possible that he would come to that decision. He'd have to tell Liam and Zayn about it to, if he'd want to leave. Not to mention managent. That'd cause him even more pain. We wouldn't do that to him. We can't tell him.

"I can't do it," Harry says, reading my mind. "I can't tell him."

I sigh and look him in the eye. "Then we're just going to have to pretend it wasn't an accident."

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*Harry's POV*

I leave the room after Louis' statement. Act like I meant to be with Niall? But I want to be with Louis! I pout my way up the stairs and head to my room. "Harry!" I hear an Irish tone in the voice and turn around to greet Niall. "Hey," he says with a shy smile.

"Hi. How... how are you?" I ask awkwardly. He gives me a questioning look and takes my hand. He shuts the door behind him and I look around his room. I haven't been here in a while, I think as I take a seat on his bed. Woah, his is much more confy than mine...

"Explain," I hear and I jerk my head in his direction. His arms are crossed and he's looking at me with an impatient glare. Explain? Explain that I thought he was Louis and I didn't even know he was gay? Oh, yeah I can start there.

"I didn't kow you were gay," I say in a more questioning tone.

"I didn't either," he replies. I wait for him to continue, but he doesn't.

"Oh, well okay then. So... okay I'll be honest here. I couldn't stand you not knowing how I felt about you and I couldn't wait any longer. I wasn't sure if you felt the same way. Again, I didn't even know you were gay. So with Louis out, I figured I could get you to come in. Well... I was hoping it would be you. But when it was, I couldn't stop myself... I'm sorry..." I say, not wanting to see how he took it. Did he actually believe me? I can only look up for one second before I feel his lips against mine.