Heyhey lovelies! I actually have an amazing excuse for now uploading quickly enough. I was away for a couple nights then I moved house, which meant no internet for a week. Which just about almost killed me!
Thank you so much for your comments on the last chapter, really appreciate it! Anyway, this one has a bit of fluff and I guess gets a little corny. But I’m a sucker for Larry and I’m trying to refrain myself from having them just have sex on the spot. But unfortunately that’s not what I have planned, it’s just my inner Larry Stylinson fandom taking over. What can I say; it’s in my blood now.
Anywho, please let me know if I’m making their relationship move too fast or too slow. I desperately need your opinion on this one!
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Songs that inspired this chapter:
Yellow – Coldplay, My Love – Sia
Liv xxxxoxo
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After Mum had returned, the Doctor’s said that Fizz was able to go home but had to be kept stable and not left alone. Mum was anxious at first, not knowing whether her daughter would be safer in a hospital, but I reassured her that family would be good. And besides, Fizz was dying to see Harry.
When we arrived home, I lay on my bed with Coldplay playing on the iPod dock, waiting for Harry to finally arrive. It took roughly three and a half hours to drive to my house in Doncaster and for some reason the carrot clock in my room seemed to be slower than usual, taking what felt like triple the amount of usual time for the hand to reach the next number. Or maybe I was just nervous. No, Louis doesn’t get nervous. Even if I’ve been fiddling with my fingers and tapping my foot anxiously against the mattress, Louis Tomlinson is not nervous.
After listening to Chris Martin’s pure and incredibly soothing voice for what seemed like forever, I heard a car pull up outside. I heard my Mum open the door and greet my best friend, exclaiming about how much he’s grown and how long his hair is. I sat up from my position from the bed when I heard the front door close. I practically fell from my bed onto my feet and rushed out my bed room door. I felt my insides warm up when I saw Harry’s tall figure standing in the lounge room, smiling at my sisters brightly as they all squealed and told him how much they missed him. At my entrance, Harry’s head turned around to face me, stepping forward and allowing his Hollister bag to slide off his shoulder. God, he looked good.
“Hey, Lou.” They were simple words and he spoke calmly, but the reaction my insides had was the complete opposite. I couldn’t help myself.
“Haz!” I bounded forward grinning, but fell softly into his embrace. I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist, gripping onto his white t-shirt. God, it’s barely been a day and you already miss him. You’re hopeless Lou. I heard my little sisters ‘Awh’ and I pulled away awkwardly, but still kept the smile on my face.
“Okay girls, leave Larry alone.” My Mum teased from the kitchen. I whipped around and gave her my best glare. How does she even know about Larry? Honestly, Mum’s are so scary sometimes. She probably knows more about me than I know about myself. I let out an audible huff and grabbed Harry’s bag from the floor.
“We’re going to my room, do not disturb. Kapeesh? “
Mum only smirked and I rolled my eyes at her immature mind. She must have noticed my impatience because her face straightened and she nodded.
“Sorry dear, I know you missed him. I’ll put a movie on for the girls. You two behave.”
I groaned, taking Harry’s hand and leading him down the hallway, stopping to kick my door open with my foot. I threw Harry’s bag over with mine and let go of Harry’s hand to close the door behind us. I began making my way towards my bed, but I felt a hand on my wrist pull me back. Harry was smirking, eyes deep and dimples beginning to show. I bit my lip, holding back the grin inside me. He was attractive. I’ll admit that without question. Maybe even too attractive for his own good. Or mine.
“So,” His voice was almost a whisper and it sends a shiver down my spine. “You missed me.”
It felt like more of a statement rather than a question, but nonetheless I nodded slowly. His hand snaked from my wrist to my hand, enveloping our palms and linking his fingers with mine. It was a small gesture, but had a huge impact. Just something as simple as holding hands never fazed me before with previous girlfriends, it was something that just happened naturally, barely even noticeable once you got talking. But with Harry, it was like a spark. Like all our body heat was radiating between our palms, making it impossible to not dwell in my thoughts.
“That’s cute.” Harry stepped closer, barely even a fairy step, but it felt like an entire bubble had been put around us, bringing us closer amongst the universe. Oh man, listen to me. I’m turning into a soppy poet. Stop thinking, you’re dazing off. Harry’s going to notice soon if you don’t speak up.
“You’re cute.” I mentally slapped myself in the face as I blurted out the first words that came to my head. Actually no, I mentally pushed myself off a cliff then threw potatoes at my lifeless body. To my surprise, Harry smiled. Dimples showing and his teeth looking absolutely perfect under those lips.
“You think I’m cute.” Once again, more of a statement than a question, but considering I had absolutely nothing to say without looking like a fool, I nodded.
“Thanks Boo, I could say the same about you. Perhaps more.” Harry gave me a wink before letting go of my hand and walking over to my bed, plonking down on the mattress and leaning up against the bed head. I remained standing facing the door for a few seconds, waiting for the blush on my cheeks to piss off. Seriously Louis, keep your cool. I turned around and made my way over, sitting cross legged beside him.
“So, Fizz is doing better?”
I couldn’t help but smile at the concern in Harry’s voice. It literally warmed my heart to know that he cared for my family. That was definitely something I’d look for in a boyfriend.
Wait, what?
Did I just say boyfriend? Boyfriend? Boyfriend? But I’m straight. Almost as straight as Barney Stinson, which is a little ironic considering the actor is gay. God, what is happening to me? Obviously, I didn’t mean it. It was just a slip, caught in the moment. But, then again, would that mean I was referring to Harry as someone I’d like to be labelled as my boyfriend? It couldn’t be. I’d barely thought about it before. Sure fans suggested there was something going on between us and Riley sure showed some kind of signs of suspicion of our relationship, but it’d never come to mind properly before.
I wonder if Harry every thinks about it. He sure didn’t hesitate to let that girl at the music store t believe we were in a relationship. But that had been a joke. He’d just been teasing her, wanting to see her reaction.
Just, forget about it. It never happened.
“Yeah, she’s good. Don’t think she’ll be going to school tomorrow, but she’s strong.”
I heard Harry let out a small ‘hmm’ and I smiled lightly.
“By the way, thanks for coming. You didn’t have to, you know. I know you probably had plans.”
Harry chuckled and shook his head, turning to face me.
“You mean other than moping around the flat all day? I’m happy to be here, Lou.”
I gave him a somewhat confused look. “Why were you moping Haz? I thought Zayn needed help with his party plans.”
Harry let out a small sigh and shrugged.
“Well, you were gone and I was bored. And the only planning Zayn wanted to do was hairstyles and his spectacular birthday outfit. I didn’t even think people wore clothes on their birthday.”
He was moping because I was gone? So, was I not the only one that felt lonely? I let out a laughed and rolled my eyes at the baffled looking boy in front of me.
“No Harry, that’s just you. Normal people like to wear clothes.”
“Well excuse me for being unique.”
I rolled my eyes again and watched as Harry leaned over to turn up the iPod dock.
“I love this song.” He whispered, and I immediately recognised the tune as the song Yellow. It was one of mine and Harry’s favourite songs by Coldplay. Absentmindedly, I began humming along with the instruments, shifting in my spot so lean against the head board next to Harry. He turned to face me for a moment, before his gaze returned to the ceiling, allowing his eyes to flutter shut as the first verse started.
“Look at the stars, look how they shine for Lou. And everything he’ll do.”
Harrys voice danced through the room, making my heart jitter and soften at the edges. I’d always adored his voice, but never had it made me feel like it did now.
I lightly hit him on the chest, chuckling at his change in lyrics. He smiled back at me, his green eyes meeting my own. I couldn’t help but let my eyes wander, tracing his features. His eyelashes, his small but barely noticeable bags underneath his eyes, his broad nose, his dimples, god those dimples, and finally; his lips. The same lips I’d had the chance of touching with my own. The same lips I’d kept myself from since, keeping it all bottled like it was the worst secret in the world that maybe, I actually loved those lips. And maybe, I wanted to feel them again. Just once more.
I leaned forward from my position on the bed and angled myself so I was facing Harry.
“Keep singing.”
He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrow slightly. But I only returned it with a pleading smile and he took in a small breath.
“Your skin, yeah your skin and bones”
He smiled as he sang, eyes never leaving mind. I gulped silently, not even realising it was up to this bit in the song. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t my favourite part in the entire song.
“Turn into something beautiful”
I bit my lip, hiding the huge smile I felt burning inside me. Harry leaned forward and I absentmindedly placed a hand on his leg.
“You know, you know I love you so.”
I couldn’t possibly hold back. Not when his voice was dancing through the air, when his eyes were so intent on staying locked with mine. Not when his lips moved, gracefully and so temptingly.
“You know I love you so.”
That was the last line, the last line I heard. The instrumental started and I completely lost myself. Confidence bubbled inside me and I leaned forward, slowly closing the gap between us. Harry’s eyes were wide, staring at my lips. I suddenly felt nervous, what am I doing? I can’t kiss Harry, not again! I was thinking of an excuse, tell him I thought he had something on his face, when I heard Harry let out a light chuckle felt two familiar soft lips crash against mine.
I immediately reacted to the kiss, allowing my eyes to flutter shut and my body to relax. I brought my hands up to entwine with Harry’s curls, knowing he loves it when I do that. His hand rested on my waist as our lips moulded perfectly together around one another’s. God he is such a good kisser! We move together, lips pressing softly together and I can feel the spark between each touch.
I wonder what he tastes like. I let my tongue graze across his bottom lip and I have to stop myself from smiling when he gives me access. I felt his other hand brush lightly against my arm and then the next thing I knew, it was at my chin, tilting my head so he could deepen the kiss even more. The yummy scrummy kiss. Our tongue’s danced, exploring and twirling. I can smell his aftershave and feel his curls tickling my forehead. The butterflies inside my stomach are just about having a rave party and my arms are covered with goose bumps. The good kind. I can’t keep ignoring this fuzzy feeling inside me whenever I’m with him. I can’t keep telling myself we’re just friends when that’s not what I want to be. How could I have been so bloody blind? Harry means more to me than I ever thought he did. This kiss proves it. I need more.
I couldn’t stop myself from letting out the hungry moan growling in my throat. Harry must have heard because he moved forward, pressing my chest lightly to guide me down to the mattress. My heart was picking up speed. I didn’t think it could go any faster. Anymore and my veins will just about burst. Everything feels high. I can’t focus and my mind is fuzzy. Everything inside me feels numb and warm at the same time. My head is lowered slowly onto the bed and Harry’s on top of me. And he’s kissing me faster now and his hands are on my hips. His body’s pressed up against mine and oh god I think I just heard him moan.
My own hands move from his curls and down his back, moving in slow circling motions. I don’t even know where this is going, but I want it. I’d be a complete fool to say I didn’t. The once soft and sweet kiss now heated and I can sense the vibe. The vibe that this definitely cannot be covered with an ‘I thought you had something on your face’ excuse once it’s over.
Harry presses against me and my hands fall to his hips, pulling him closer. Why is he kissing me back? Why is he not pulling away in disgust? Friends don’t do this. Friends can’t explore each other’s mouths with wet and hungry tongues like we’re doing now. Friend’s cant tug at the rim of each other’s shirt, wanting desperately to make contact with skin like I’m doing right now. And friends definitely do not left out incredibly sexy soft moans in between kisses like he’s doing now. I’m sure of it.
So, if this isn’t what friends do. Then what are we? I’m sure if Harry didn’t want this then he’d stop. There’s only one way to find out what this could mean. How far would a friend be willing to go? Let’s find out.
“Louis! Harry!”
I froze. Harry pulled away and we both opened our eyes. I lay there, heart pounding and panting, waiting for him to run off, just like he had earlier. But he didn’t move. His eyes stayed locked with mine and his lips tugged into a smirk. I should say something. Anything to break the silence.
“Harry, I-“
“LOUIS! HARRY!” My Mum’s voice once again interrupted us and I pushed away the disappointment inside me.
“What?” It barely came out as a yell, but taking by my Mum’s immediate reply of ‘dinner’s ready’, I suspect she was standing right outside the door. What if she’d seen something? Don’t be silly Louis, she can’t see through doors. Or… what if she heard something?
Harry rolled off me and stood up, ruffling his hair in a way that makes my heart flutter. I opened my mouth to speak, not knowing what I was going to say, but just wanted to get something out so it didn’t seem so… quiet. But Harry bet me to it. To my surprise, he let out a small laugh and shrugged.
“Let’s talk about it later, okay Boo?” He spoke slowly and I smiled inside when he used my nickname. At least I knew he wasn’t mad at me. I nodded in reply and stood up, fixing my shirt and my hair before following Harry out of the room.
Mum and the girls were all seated at the table, bowls of spaghetti bolognaise in front of them. Harry and I took our seats next to each other and dug in. I could feel Mum’s eyes on me the entire time, but every time I looked up her attention would snap back to Daisy telling her about school or Fizz complaining about hospital food. Harry didn’t look over once and I didn’t dare look at him. It’s not like things feel awkward, because awkward just doesn’t seem to exist between Harry and I. Ever. But they certainly do feel different. I’m not sure if it’s mutual, but I feel like Harry and I are somehow on a new level. And it feels dangerous.
After dinner, Mum asked me to help with the dishes while Harry helped Lottie with homework. I swear that boy is a young Einstein, he’d be an amazing school teacher. He’s good with kids too. Which is a definite plus. Not for me of course, just… in general. It’s nice.
“So, how are things with you and Harry?” Mum‘s words pulled me from my thoughts and back to what I was doing. I kept my eyes on the bowl I was drying.
“Same old.”
She snorted and I glanced over just in time to see her roll her eyes.
“Why are you suddenly so interested in mine and Harry’s relationship?” I snapped.
She paused for a moment, as if considering her answer. “And what relationship would that be?”
I almost slammed the dry bowl onto the bench, turning to her with disbelief written on my expression. She’s impossible. Definitely where I get my smart mouth from.
“It’s called a friendship Mum.” I’m not sure why I’m so mad. I know she’s just her curious self, taking on the Mum role. But something doesn’t feel right about her prying into mine and Harry’s ‘relationship.’
People don’t have the right to pry until I know what the hell is going on. If somebody figures it all out before I do, then it’s just not fair. I need to sort my shit before I go spilling anything else to anyone. Except Liam, maybe. I haven’t thought about him much lately. I wonder if he’s mentioned it to anyone else. I doubt it, Liam’s not the one to spread rumours or expose secrets. But then again, if it’s something that could jeopardize the band then maybe he’ll be playing a new card. Whatever he’s said, I hope he knows the boundary between stating facts and opinions. The last thing I want is someone like Niall trying to keep in the fact that I might possibly be falling in love with Harry.
Wait, did I just say that? I’ve been thinking about my feelings a lot lately, but I’ve never come to the conclusion that this is… falling in love. I guess I wouldn’t know what it feels like. Or maybe I do now.
“Louis?” My head shot around to face my Mum who was leant up against the kitchen bench, cup of tea in her hand.
“Yes?”
“Did you hear what I said? You dazed out for a bit there.” She practically slammed her hand against my forehead, worry in her eyes. “Are you okay? You’re not getting sick are you?”
I shook her off and turned away; putting away the stack of bowls I’d absentmindedly dried. I glanced over at Harry and Lottie at the table. They were leant over close and Lottie was whispering something to Harry. As if they were the same person, they both looked up, expressions blank. I felt my cheeks redden as my eyes locked with Harry’s. Lottie gave him a light nudge on the shoulder and they both looked away laughing. I shot them a confused look, but neither of them was paying any attention to me anymore. What in the world was that about?
“I’m fine Mum. I just have a bit on my mind lately.” I immediately regretted my words as soon as they left my mouth and my face scrunched and I let out an irritated sigh. She’s definitely going to be asking more questions now.
“Louis,” She started and I felt a hand on my shoulder pull me around. “I saw the way you looked at him when he arrived, how your entire mood change. I like to think being your mother I should know something about my son. And I definitely know how much he means to you Louis, but the question is; do you?” Her eyes were kind, concerned and curious.
I nodded, unable to find words. Half of me is completely baffled at what she’s saying, yet at the same time the other half understands completely. It’s both confusing and simple.
“Good.” She smiled slightly, “You should tell him Lou. Don’t be afraid of being honest, hiding things will get you nowhere but trouble.”
Somehow it feels like everyone I know is telling me to do the same thing, despite whether they know of the situation. I can walk into a room and I swear everyone is just eyeing me to do the same thing; talk to Harry. Obviously, that’s insane. But the pressure’s on. And it’s far worse because I know Mum’s right, keeping things buried will only make things worse and I don’t exactly want to think about what trouble it may lead to. I know Harry wouldn’t judge me, after all he is my best friend. But still… I’m not ready. I’m still afraid.
“I’ll try.” I reply, and give my Mum a promising but fake smile. I’m sure if she really knew me as well as I’d like her to, she’d understand. But no one will ever know what’s going on inside me. Not until I’m ready.
“Excellent. Just… make sure Harry’s ready. Pick the right moment, okay Lou?”
I nodded, trying to gather up all the words that just poured into my ears and were completely lost in my mind. Make sure Harry’s ready. I’ve never thought about it before, but how would this affect Haz? He’s only 17. What’s going to happen when he finds out his 20 year old male best friend has a crush on him? Harry’s a ladies man, known as the flirt. This could ruin him. What if the whole thing totally freaks him out? He’s young. Too young. Simon warned me when we first moved in together that he’d be vulnerable and he may need guidance. What kind of guidance would I be giving him if I told him I was falling in love with him? None. Absolutely none. This isn’t something Simon would approve of. Shit. This isn’t something anyone would approve of. This could ruin everything.
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The night’s restless and sleep won’t come. I’ve been awake for the past hour, another dream had woken me. This time it was different. Very different. This time it was Harry. I could see him, helpless and lifeless. Weak and… vulnerable. But I couldn’t do anything. It’s like when you need to run in your dream and everything goes in slow motion, your legs aren’t in time and everything around you is happening so quickly but you just can’t move. That’s what it was like. But I wasn’t moving slowly; I wasn’t moving at all. I couldn’t. All I could do was watch. Watch as Harry called out for me, how he tried picking himself up only to fall back down, just like I had. To say it was terrifying would be an understatement.
I’d woken up, head hanging over the side of the bed and sweat practically dripping from my forehead. My legs were twisted amongst the sheets and my hands hurt from gripping at the mattress and the material of my pants. My bare chested moved up and down quickly and I immediately sat up, kicking the blankets off me and running my hands through my hair. It took me a moment to calm down and once I finally did, my blood was still burning and I was wide awake.
Now the air’s cold and I’m tucked up. Harry’s lying peacefully beside me, hadn’t even stirred once. To be honest, he’s much too far away for my liking. But I’m quite unsure whether cuddling up to him would be okay or not. We didn’t talk when we went to bed. I had left the lounge first, eyes stinging from tiredness. Harry had stayed out to watch the rest of The Lion King with Fizz and Lottie. I heard him come into the room, stripping his clothes and climb into bed. I kept my eyes closed, breathing steadily. I could feel warmth on my forehead, then two lips press against my forehead.
“Night Boo” Harry had whispered and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling into the darkness. To anyone else it would have been a simple gesture, but to me it was a sign. A sign that things were still okay. No disgust, no rejection, no taking off. He was still here and things were okay. I fell asleep much easier then, expecting to drift off into a peaceful slumber. Oh how I was wrong.
I don’t exactly know what to do now. I’m wide awake and incredibly bored. I can barely see anything in my room, except Harry of course. The curtain in my room was left open just an inch to let the moonlight shine down between the two of us, making some sort of barrier of silver light between our faces. I’ve already glanced at Harry more than a few times, trying to take in each aspect of his sleeping face without seeming like a creepy paedophile that watches children in their sleep. I move around in bed, tossing back and forth while trying to find a comfortable position.
Maybe if I just move over and wrap an arm around Harry. That always seems more comfortable. He won’t mind will he?
“Mmm, shut up.” I froze. Shit. Did I wake him? I looked over at Harry, he stirred and his arm moved up to rub his face. His eyes are still closed, is he sleep talking? No, Harry doesn’t do that. I think I woke him.
“Haz, are you awake?”
“No, I’m dead.” It took me a moment to decode the mumbled words, but when I did I snorted. “Yes Lou, I’m awake. No thanks to you and your constant whispering and tossing for the past hour.”
I lay still on my side, still facing the half-awake boy. Or so I thought he was half-awake up until now.
“How long have you been awake?” I whispered and I could just see a few strands of his curls twitch as my breath made contact.
“Since you woke up panting like a sex craved animal.” He joked and I let out a sarcastic chuckle. That idiot. Harry let out a soft sigh and slowly opened his eyes. He looked tired, but his eyes were still deep and as beautiful as ever in the moonlight. “Did you have another nightmare?”
I nodded, knowing Harry could probably just see me. He scooted closer and wrapped an arm around my waist, pulling me against him. I let out a relieved sigh. This is exactly what I needed. Harry is exactly what I needed. My head rested on his pillow and I closed my eyes, nuzzling into his curls.
“Tell me about it?” He whispered as he traced invisible circles with his thumb on my bare back.
“It’s sort of hard to explain. This one was different, much scarier.”
“Tell me.” He repeated, and I knew there was no way I could resist.
“Well, usually… usually it’s me, in this yuck rom. And I know you’re there as well, but when I try and find you or call out for you, I can’t. It’s like… like all my energy is just drained and I can’t move. But I know you can hear me and I know you’re in trouble but… I can’t do anything… I feel weak and useless” I stuttered and stumbled over my words. “This doesn’t make any sense at all.”
Harry only laughed softly. “It does, somehow. Why was this dream different?”
“Because this time it was you. I could see you in the room, instead of me. You looked so… helpless and vulnerable. You were calling for me and I couldn’t do anything. I tried so hard to move, so hard. But I couldn’t. I was completely frozen and… and terrified. And… I…” I faded out, words completely lost.
Harry pressed soft kisses against my forehead and kept repeating something over and over, but I couldn’t focus on what he was saying because my eyes are watering and all I want to do is feel him. Taste him. Breathe him. Because my dream was over and he wasn’t helpless anymore. He’s here. I brought my hand up to his neck, playing with the ends of his curls.
“It’s okay. It’s okay. It’s okay, I’m here. I love you, Boo. You’re safe.” I could hear him now, crystal clear. His voice is shaky and I know he’s worried.
“I’m okay now Harry. Just… don’t… don’t let go.” It sounded cheesy, completely and utterly girly. But it’s what I wanted. I wanted him to stay, never leave.
He nodded and pressed another gentle kiss to my forehead and I felt him linger against my skin for longer than usual. I know he knows that I noticed, and I can tell he doesn’t mind. Because right now, neither of us mind. Neither of us mind how long the other holds on, how long the other stays close. Because right now I need it. I need to feel him near me.
My body becomes tired and I breathe evenly with Harry. I want to sleep, to drift off, but I’m afraid. I can’t go back to another nightmare, even though I know Harry’s here, it still terrifies me.
“Harry, I can’t sleep. I’m scared”
He doesn’t say anything. But he moves, shifting over onto his back more, pulling me with him. He motions for me to lay my head on his chest. He takes my hand away from his neck and lays it on the left side of his chest, above his ribs.
“Feel that?” He asks, “I’m not in danger. I’m not helpless. I’m here, Lou.”
It takes me a moment to figure out what he’s talking about, but I can soon feel the pounding rhythm underneath my palm and I spurt out a mix of laughter and a sigh.
“Are you seriously getting me to feel your heartbeat? Isn’t that a bit cheesy for you Styles?” I tease. But my hand remains still, feeling the energy and life of his heartbeat run through my hand and into my veins. It feels like a new connection. It’s pure and it’s like I can feel his entire life beneath my skin.
“It’s not cheesy. It’s romantic. Just relax and be grateful I have a heartbeat to feel.”
I can’t help but laugh; he is such a soppy boy. You wouldn’t think that, with all the labels he gets. But Harry is a natural romantic, even if he doesn’t show it often. I do as he says and let my body relax, hand still pressed against his chest. He wraps his arms around my waist to keep my in place. Sleeps coming, I can feel it. And there’s nothing stopping me from giving in this time. Harry’s heartbeat his strong and constant, and I can’t wipe the smile off my face as I feel it beat against my hand each time.
Hopefully my nightmares stay away and this time; I dream.
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I threw mine and Harry’s bag into the boot of the car and slammed it shut before walking back over to join my best friend and my family saying their goodbyes. Harry held Phoebe in his arms on the side while he and Lottie did a handshake I’m not even sure when exactly they made up. Daisy ran up to my, arms held wide and I scooped her up. Man, she was getting heavy. Feels like yesterday when they were just babies. Guess that goes to show how much spare time I find for my family. I really need to start visiting more.
“Are you going to come back soon Loulou?” She asked, tugging at the hood on my jacket.
“Of course I will!” I smiled down at her, which she returned, showing her gappy teeth.
“And will you bring Harry?”
“I always bring Harry.” I winked, giving her a peck on the cheek before placing her back down on the ground. The other girls all took time giving Harry and I hugs. When it got to Lottie, she dipped her head forward so her lips were at my ear.
“Harry told me about your kiss. I’ll agree not to tell Mum if you man up and talk to Harry.”
I pulled away, absolutely stunned. Is my 13 year old sister blackmailing me? Was that what they were talking about last night? Harry was gossiping about me? I opened my mouth to speak, tell her to mind her own business, go back to playing ‘first date’ with Barbie and Ken and leave mine and Harry’s friendship alone. But she shook her head, silencing me.
“I’m only kidding Lou. And don’t be mad at him, it took me ages to get it out of him. I knew something was different between you two.”
Wait, which kiss did Harry tell her about? And what else has he said? This isn’t fair. I’m not mad at Harry, not at all. I can’t be mad at him for telling someone, especially someone like my sister. I know for a fact that when Lottie wants to know something, she will find out. She’s clever like that. I glanced over at Harry, who was just now hugging my Mum and telling her he’d visit soon. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.
“Louis, man up. Seriously.” That was all Lottie said before kissing my cheek and walking back over to Mum. Man up. How in the world could I do that when this whole situation is the least bit manly? I mean seriously, I’m falling for my male best friend. What’s manly about that? The Tomlinson family is one confusing bunch.
My Mum stepped forward, enveloping me in a hug and to my surprise, said nothing but ‘I love you’ and ‘I’ll be seeing you soon’. Harry and I waved good bye once we were in the car and I drove away, glancing in the review mirror a couple times to see my 5 favourite girls still standing on the footpath waving their arms back and forth like they were signalling for a plane. I chuckled to myself and pressed play on the stereo, The Two Door Cinema Club playing loudly. It was a lovely day out and I felt brilliant!
Luck had seemed to be on my side the last half of the night because my mind was at peace from then on. Or maybe it wasn’t luck at all, maybe it was Harry. Butterflies twirled in my stomach just remembering last night’s events. I woke feeling less stressed, more relaxed and… warm. I looked over to see Harry still beside me, but this time our positions were changed and he was nuzzled up against me. My hand had fallen from his chest and rested on his stomach. I wiggled my way out of his grip and went straight to the kitchen. It hadn’t taken us long to eat breakfast and get ready. Harry and I barely spoke, both of us too busy showering or chatting to have any time for each other. But now, in a moving car together, there’s definitely room for conversation. I’m just not so sure I’m ready for where it could possibly lead.
“So,” Harry was the first to break the silence. I could feel his eyes on me as I watched the road. “Was it good seeing your family?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I guess. Maybe not for the reasons I had to though. But Fizz seems okay now.”
“She does.”
Silence. As much as I’d like to avoid awkward conversation, I’d much rather avoid awkward silence.
“Did you know that my family might possibly love you as much as I do?” It may have been the wrong thing to say, I’m still unsure. But considering family was the topic, it seemed okay. Harry chuckled and nodded.
“I wouldn’t say as much as you do.” He teased. “But, I’m glad they like me. My Mum adores you!”
I laughed, just thinking about Harry’s Mum brings back so many memories. We get on perfect and she’s always telling me embarrassing stories about Harry. So many nights we’d spent in Robyn’s bungalow and she’d bring us food and drinks. Her and Harry may not be as close as myself and my own Mum, but their relationship is like no other. They respect each other, that’s more than enough.
“Well, at least I know I have your parents blessing when I propose to you.” I joked. But somehow, underneath all the banter, it felt like a promise. Maybe not to him, but to myself.
Ugh, what am I thinking!? Marrying Harry? That sort of thing isn’t even legal in the UK. Not to mention what Harry would think about it.
“And when would that be, Lou?” I quickly glanced over at Harry to catch him smirking.
“All in good time my love, all in good time.” I winked, making sure to tilt my head so he could see.
Harry laughed and shifted in his spot next to me, not awkwardly, just finding a more comfortable position I suspect. He settled with his back against the passenger door, one leg tucked underneath the other and his seat belt behind his head. I watched him out of the corner of my eye, trying not to take my attention from the road too much. But really, how I can possibly concentrate on anything when there’s an incredibly attractive looking boy smiling at me with sea-green eyes.
“You know, that’s not a very safe way to be sitting, if I have an accident.” I didn’t want to go all ‘Liam’ or ‘Daddy Direction’ on him, but the small thought of something bad happening to Harry because I didn’t focus or I let him sit like a loon made my stomach churn.
“You won’t have an accident Lou, as long as you pay less attention to me and more to the road.” Harry said cheekily, “And besides, this way I can see you better.”
I rolled my eyes and indicated left, turning the intersection. I didn’t reply, attempting to give off the impression that I was in fact fully focusing on the road to pay attention to him. However, in reality, it’s taking everything in me not to pull over and snog his face off!
Harry turned the music up, McFly and The Script blasting through my shit speakers. We speak for the next hour, just singing along to the music. I yawned, tiredness coming back to me. I hate driving. It’s so boring and incredibly slow, especially the drive from Doncaster. I think we’re almost home now though, hopefully. All I want is to shower and eat some food. God, I sound like Niall. Harry leant over and turned down the music, silence returning. I raised an eyebrow at him questioningly.
“Did you hear what I said, Boo?”
I shook my head, I didn’t hear anything. Either I was too lost in thought or that music was louder than I thought.
“I said we should go to Zayn’s when we get back.” He repeated.
“Why?” I must have looked puzzled, but he still laughed and rolled his eyes.
“It’s his birthday you twat.”
My eyes widened. “Fuck!”
Harry burst out laughing and I glanced over to see him shaking his head at me in disbelief, still smiling.
“You forgot, didn’t you?”
I nodded, guilt rushing through me. “I’ve had a bit on my mind lately. I’ll send him a message when we get home.”
That was definitely true. It’s not at all like I don’t care about Zayn’s birthday, in fact underneath all the anxiety about Harry and Fizz, I’m actually quite excited for his party tomorrow night. It just slipped my mind, like literally. I feel bad, I’ll admit that. But I know Zayn won’t mind, that is if he doesn’t find out. He knows I had to leave for a family emergency, hopefully that will be an exception for a late birthday message.
“Like what?”
It took me a few seconds longer than it should have to figure out what Harry was on about. Guess I need to focus a little more on what’s going on around me and less on what’s going on in my head.
“Fizz. You.” I muttered.
“Me?” Harry sounded confused, but a hint of worry was easily detected in his tone.
“Yeah. You left the other day Harry, took my car and didn’t tell me anything about where you were going. I can’t help but worry about you.” I don’t exactly know where this is coming from, but it’s coming. I can feel it. Anger, worry, suspicion. I didn’t even know I feel all these things towards his actions, but I guess it wasn’t something I could brush off.
Harry let out a long audible sigh and I could see him running his hand through his curls from the corner of my eye.
“Louis, I know best friends are supposed to tell each other everything, and I do I promise. But there are times when secrets need to be kept, until the right moment or when the person is ready to tell.” He spoke softly, as if he was dealing with a child. I scowled and my eyebrows narrowed. “This is one of those times. I’m sorry.”
I swallowed hard. I know where he’s coming from, believe me I do. It just… bothers me that he doesn’t feel comfortable telling me something. I can’t help but think the worse when he keeps things from me. This has to be something bad. What if Harry’s in some sort of trouble? What if he actually knew the people who hurt him that night?
“Louis?” Harry asked, worriedly. I just smiled, knowing I couldn’t let this come in between us. He can have his secrets, that way I can have mine.
“I understand Haz, really I do.”
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Finally, Harry and I arrived home. The rest of the drive was swell, we pretty much went back to bantering like idiots. Zayn had texted him saying Simon had made reservations for lunch at a restaurant for his birthday, before Zayn went to see his family for the night. I sent Zayn a birthday tweet for the fans to see, then another private text about getting absolutely wasted tomorrow night. I took a quick shower and picked out a decent outfit; dark red pants, white v-neck, grey suspenders and a pair of grey TOMS. Harry looked great, as always. Dark grey pants slung low around his hips, dark red woollen jumper and white converses.
Wait, do we… match?
No, the colours are completely different. And how could we? Neither of us saw what each ones outfit looked like until we were both at the door. But, walking through the front door to the restaurant with Harry, there’s a small part inside of me that thinks this looks a bit… odd.
A blonde waitress immediately recognised us and waved us over. We both approached her and I could already see her eyeing Harry very carefully. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other awkwardly. I wonder if Harry’s noticed her interest yet.
“Afternoon boys.” She smiled brightly through her lipstick stained lips and fluttered her eyelashes in a way I only thought was done in cartoons. Harry smiled back and then turned back to me, leaning over so his lips were at my ear.
“Is she just going to just stand there and attempt to flirt with me? Because I’d much rather be stuffing my face with food right now.”
I snorted and had to cover my mouth from laughing. Harry leant back, winking at me before turning back to the girl. She looked puzzled at what he could have said, but shrugged it off with another flirtatious wink before motioning for us to follow. She led us behind the front tables and around the back where a private table was set up just beside a small inside water fountain. It was nice looking, I’ll admit that.
Zayn stood up from his seat, smiling brightly and holding his arms out for a hug.
“Happy birthday, Bradford bad boy!” I said, wrapping my arms around him,
“Louis, what did I say about calling me that?” He pulled away, punching me in the chest playfully before turning to Harry, who crushed him into a hug.
We all sat back down, Niall already having decided what he wanted. We all ordered our food and drinks and relaxed into the chilled vibe. It’s really nice, just spending time with the boys together apart from in a recording studio or practice or a camera in our face.
Zayn’s telling a story about his 12th birthday, Liam’s laughing like a loon, Niall’s both laughing AND eating, which does not mix well considering the amount of crumbs and spit now covering the table, and Harry’s smiling at me from across the table. His eyes are bright and full of life, my favourite curls falling across his forehead, dimples showing and that amazing smile wider and happier than ever.
“So, this party Zayn. Who’s coming?” I asked, shovelling a mouthful of pasta in my mouth.
“Just the usual bunch, Matt and Aaron. I think most people are bringing a friend, so there will be some new ladies there boys.” Zayn winked at us all. Harry only laughed, along with Niall, Liam rolled his eyes and I… well to be honest I hadn’t even thought about girls at the party. Maybe I might meet someone. Or maybe I could just invite someone along, if everybody else seems to be doing it then I should be able to.
“What happened to the new lady friend you told me about?” I asked.
Zayn shrugged. “She’ll be there, but like I said, we’re just friends.”
“Sure sure bad boy. What about you Liam? What about your friend of the opposite sex?” I teased.
Niall gasped. “Liam? Friend? Sex?! This is too much!”
Harry, Zayn and I all burst out laughing. I winked at Niall from across the table, nice one little leprechaun. Liam sunk down further in his chair and poked at his food with his fork.
“Settle down boys, settle down.” I said, holding my finger up to shush them. “So, is Cody coming?”
“Yeah, of course. I mean, if that’s okay with Zayn?” Liam looked at Zayn and I could tell he was practically praying he’d say yes. Liam seemed to really want us to meet this girl. She must be serious girlfriend material.
“Course she can mate. Bring whoever you want!” Zayn smiled.
“Well, in that case, you won’t mind me bringing a friend of my own?” At that, all eyes turned to me. All four pairs of questioning and puzzled looking eyes, staring right at me. I glanced at Harry, whose eyebrows were narrowed as he bit his lip. I could tell he was thinking hard.
“Lou, you can’t bring Harry if he’s already been invited.” Niall smirked.
I fake laughed. “You’re funny aren’t you Niall? But no, I have someone else in mind. If that’s alright Zayn?”
Zayn still looked puzzled. He turned to Liam, giving him a questioning look, but only received a clueless shrug.
“Well, I suppose. But who is it?”
I sighed. Can’t these boys handle a little mystery?
“Just a friend. But don’t worry, you’ll like him.” I reassured them.
“Him? Wow Louis, I’d had my suspicions but I definitely did not expect you to come out so soon!” Niall laughed even harder. Jeez, this kid was on a roll today. Maybe I’m rubbing off on him...
I turned to Harry. His expression was clearly confused, but in his narrowed eyes I saw a glint of something else. Jealousy? Anger? No, Harry’s not like that. And besides, I’m sure he knows who I’m talking about. It’s entirely up to me if I want to invite someone or not. Riley was kind to me, he understood me even in the short moment we had to talk, if I want him to come then he’ll sure as hell come.
“We’re just friends.” I said, my tone lowering. I almost sound, angry. But I’m not. Okay, maybe I’m a little pissed at how the boys are reacting. And Harry.
The other must have detected something because they simply nodded and turned back to their food. I excused myself from the table and walked away to the restrooms. Pulling out my phone, I pressed call.
“Hello?”
“Hey, Riley!” I leant up against the sink in the bathroom.
“Sorry, who is this?”
“Well, that is no way to speak to a celebrity. I should have you sued. Or better yet, arrested. You know in the UK, they don’t exactly approve of your type. Maybe I could have you burned at the stake, yes that-“
“Louis?”
I smiled wildly, finally the boy caught on.
“Yes, it is I. Swagmaster from Doncaster!”
“You idiot. I didn’t think I’d hear from you again.”
“Nonsense Riley, I took your number for a reason. What are you doing tomorrow night?”
“Nothing interesting. Why? Are you asking me on a date Louis Tomlinson? “
I chuckled into the speaker, shaking my head.
“It depends which way you look at it. But no, not exactly.”
“What a shame.”
I paused for a moment, feeling the butterflies do little circles in my belly. No, not this. Not with Riley.
“However, I am asking you to accompany me to a location on a certain date and time. So, logically, I suppose it is a date.”
“And where would I be accompanying you to?”
“Ah, here’s the good part. My mate Zayn’s having a party for his birthday and we’re allowed to bring a friend. Preferably a woman, but you seem girly enough for me.”
It was harmless banter, however I couldn’t help but cross my fingers that Riley wouldn’t see it as something more.
“Zayn Malik?”
“The one and only.”
There was silence for a while and I start to think maybe this isn’t a good idea. Does Riley have a problem with Zayn? No, of course not. He doesn’t even know the guy!
“Riley?”
More silence. I sighed, should I just… hang up?
“Yeah, sure. Text me the time and place? I’ll meet you there.”
I smiled and nodded. Then realised that he obviously couldn’t see me.
“Definitely. I’ll see you then.”
“Oh and Lou,”
“Yes Riley?”
“Thanks for asking me.”
“Sure thing, I’ll catch you later.”
“Yeah, sure. Bye Lou.”
I hung up, smiling to myself. Riley’s nice. Really nice. I’m sure the boys will like him. This was a good idea. I’m sure of it.
So, what do you think?!
Does Riley have a thing for Louis?
Does Louis have a thing for Riley?
What would Harry think of it all?
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