More than a bromance [Larry Stylinson]

Chapter 15

Chapter  15:

Louis POV:

"What's going on? Did I do anything?" I ask afraid.

"No," Harry mumbles. "But you remember how I told you I fell for someone I met a couple of years ago?" he asks and I nod because how I could I have forgotten that? It haunts me in my dreams ever since.

"And you surely remember how I got mad at you when you ignored me in the cinema... Well, that was jealousy I felt that day," he explains silently.

I still don't know what he's trying to tell me. Why would he be jealous? "Harry, I know I might sound dumb now but I have no idea what you're trying to tell me," I say sorrily.

He said he was jealous. I get jealous every time he talks to Liam and doesn't tell me about what they're talking about. My only thoughts in these moments are that I hope, more than anything, that nothing is going on between them or them and Zayn.

But then I suddenly get another idea based on the day in the cinema, "Wait a second. Are you trying to tell me you have a crush... O-on N-Niall?" Harry looks confused but then quickly shakes his head.

I feel very relieved all of the sudden because I didn't know how I would have handled that. I probably would have killed Niall.

"No, but on... You," he then says.

Wait, what? Harry, fucking Styles, has a crush on me? I am the one he's thinking about all the time? No, nope. That can't be true. That's too good to-

"L-Lou? Please say anything," he brings me back. I look at his face and I see tears streaming down his face. "I-I," I stutter.

I don't know what to say. Well, actually I know what I want to say. Or better want to scream out from the top of my lungs but my mouth stays closed. Harry lets out a loud sob and then quickly springs up to run away.

"Wait, Harry! I l-love you," I finally manage to say but the last part is too quiet. He doesn't hear me anymore.

I jump at my feet as well to chase after him but soon lose his track because of the darkness that's covering everything around me. I break down to the ground and bury my face in my hands.

Shit, I've messed everything up. I thought that the calls with Eleanor helped me enough to react properly. I even admitted to myself that I am gay.

Gay for Harry Styles.

But now, I hurt his feelings. I hurt Harry, the person that means the world to me. The one I'd do anything for. My one and only.

"Fuck!" I yell into the dark of the night. I let out some more screams and fall into the soft and warm sand.

If I'm being completely honest with myself I always felt something more for Harry than a best friend does. But my dumbass didn't accept this fact until yesterday.

Noo, why am I so dumb? Wasn't it obvious that Harry wanted me the whole time?

"I hate me, I hate me, I hate me," I mumble hitting my head.

Shit, I let him believe he doesn't mean anything to me which isn't true at all. The only way I can fix this is by telling him how I actually feel.

Ugh, fuck you, Louis Tomlinson. Get your arse up and win him back!

I quickly get up and try to find the way back to our house. After what felt like an hour I finally see the building and run a bit faster. I look in the direction of Harry's window and can't make out a light. I unlock the front door and as I barely took a step I get attack by Liam, Zayn and Niall.