Confessions (Larry Stylinson)*ON HOLD*

Chapter Five.

Dedicated to Morgangirl1997 because her story Once Upon a Text is brilliant. 

*Harry's POV*

I could feel him stiffen beneath me. And not the kind I was hoping for. So what did I do? I pulled away from his skin and lips to get a good read of him. How gentlemen-like of me.

"You alright, Lou?"

He blushed and then sighed, "Harry, don't get me wrong, I like you, I really do. There's just a lot you don't know about me. I'm not ready for anything serious. Plus, I'm sure you'll decide against me if you were ever to find out the truth about me.." 

"Okay, Louis. Look. We've gone to the same school since we were young. You've always kept to yourself, never letting anyone in past those stone walls you've built around yourself. Don't you think it's time to let someone in? Let someone care. Maybe even let someone help you. I want to get to know you better, I want to know all those secrets you hold so deep inside. Even if it is just friendly. We don't have to do all this," I waved my hands between us, "if it makes you uncomfortable."

He shyly smiled, but stayed quite. I can tell he's battling something deep inside. I think he wants, no, needs to tell me. I'm not going to push though.

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The drive back to his house was comfortably quiet, just the soft music playing. We pulled up to his house before he said anything.

"Harry, I want to try whatever this is. We start back school next week and I just think we should keep this to ourselves until we know what this is. It's not that I'm ashamed of being with you or anything, it's just...."

"Complicated. I get it." I reached for his hand, entwining our fingers and giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Call me later or something,yeah?"I smiled at him, which he did not hesitate to return.

"Alright." He agreed. 

I moved my free hand to caress his cheek before leaning in to softly place my lips on his. "Goodnight, Lou."

"G'night, Harry." He opened the car door and made his way to the front door. He turned and waved before I started on the short journey home down the street. With a gigantic grin on my face.

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*Louis' POV*

I flopped onto my bed, burying my girly smile into my pillow.

We are gonna try this out. He wants to know me. Harry Styles wants to know me. He wants to know my secrets. Will he really want me once he knows? Guess I'll have to find out.

Before I could overthink anything else, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

From: Harry <3

Thanks for a fantastic evening. xx

To: Harry <3

It's all thanks to you, love. x

From: Harry <3

What're you up to?

Oh jeez.

To: Harry <3

Thinking.

From: Harry <3

What's on you mind, lovely?

To: Harry <3

You, mostly. 

From: Harry <3

Want to come over?

To: Harry <3

On my way xx

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I knocked timidly on Harry's front door. Didn't take long for him to answer the door, only wearing sweats and a bare chest. I drank in his body, the artwork thrown onto it. What I would kill to kiss each and everyone of them.

"Take a picture, lasts longer." I whipped my eyes up to meet a smirking Harry. "Come in."

"Thanks." I shyly smiled, heading into his home for this first time. 

The house is smaller than I would have imagined.A small stair case lead to the upper floor was my first sight, a good sized kitchen to the left and the main living just to the right. Small, but homey. We sat down on his couch, him on one end, myself on the other, just drinking in each others presence.

"Truth or dare, Lou?" Harry smirked, knowing entirely my hatred towards this game. 

I sighed, "Truth."

"Why do you think I'm not going to want you anymore, if you reveal what's really going on in that head of yours?" He questioned, tilting his head in the most adorable way.

"I've done some shit that I'm not proud of. My own mother can't even look at me the same anymore, my sisters are always sulking about. I've lost my family because I am such a disappoinment. I don't want to lose the only person in my world who has ever wanted to break down my walls. I don't want to have you look at me with disappointment and disgust like my family does, Harry. I don't think I could bear to lose you. Even if this, whatever this is, doesn't work, I still want to be friends." I took a long breath after admitting all that, holding my eyes on a blemish in the hardwood. 

"What did you do that was so bad, Louis? I won't look at you any differently, unless you killed a man or hurt an innocent child, then that's a different story," Harry chuckled.

"Maybe another time, Harry."

"So what do you want to do then? We could watch the tele some, go for a swim.. What would you like to do?"

I thought about this long and hard before taking a long shaky breath.

"I want to tell you a story. My story."

Harry's eyes widened as I searched for the right words.