everything // LarryStylinson

Reunion - 8.

(A/N sorry this is kinda  a awkward filler I have class in like 20 minutes but I am gonna update again after :) A/N

Harry's POV

My eyes follow Louis' hand as he reaches out to buzz Nathan back in to the meeting.

-flashback-

I feel him take a few steps closer to me, leaving only about eight inches between us. I watch as his hand slowly rises to meet his index finger to my chin, lightly tilting my head up. The warmth from his touch radiates through my skin and to my heart, causing it to slam in my chest.

"You been drinking a lot lately?" Louis asks, locking his eyes with mine.

I find myself speechless, being completely held hostage by his gaze, frozen in place. I manage to give a small nod in response, heart beating like a hummingbird in my chest. I wonder if he can feel my nerves...

Of course he can, this is Louis we're talking about.

He says nothing in response but I can see the pain in his expression.

He takes another step closer to me, leaving only inches between us. He slowly starts leaning his face close to mine, and I find myself doing the same. Our lips touch softly and a fire is ignited inside me. I haven't felt this feeling since our last kiss. Sure, I've kissed other people but I've never had this feeling in my heart with anyone other than Louis.

The kiss starts out slow, lips barely touching. Within seconds the kiss becomes rough, desperate, and intense. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I happily welcome it, bringing my hands to his waist to pull him flush against my chest. I feel his erection brush against my thigh, causing me to sharply inhale. He brings his hands into my hair, tugging it lightly like he used to five years ago.

-end of flashback-

I am startled out of my thoughts by the sound of Nathan closing the door. The sight of Louis'
small hand reaching across the table recovered a memory of us last night, making it hard to think about anything else, much less make a major life altering decision.

"Hey, what are we thinking?" Nathan takes a seat where he was earlier. My knee starts bouncing as a result of all the shit going through my head.

I keep my gaze in my lap and on my hands, but I feel Louis' eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. There's literally no keeping anything from him, that's how it's always been. We've always had this connection between us.

"Think we've all decided on Patagonia," Niall speaks up, earning nods from us in agreement.

"Oh you're going to love it. Truly a beautiful property," Nathan smiles, passing out contracts and pens to each of us.

"By signing these you pretty much are agreeing to produce all music with us, solo or group, and that you agree to at least one remaster album," Nathan explains as my eyes scan over the pages.

I write my signature without another thought and slide the packed across the table and back over to Nathan. My hand brushes against Louis' forearm, causing him to jump.

"Sorry," I rush out, hand tingling from the feeling of his touch.

"No worries," He replies, sliding his contract to Nathan.

"Okay, great. Ideally we want you to move as soon as possible. Is it too unrealistic to ask you guys to be ready tomorrow night by eight? That will put you there Friday morning around nine,"

We look around at each other and nod, not seeing why not.

"What about all of our shit?" Niall asks, making a very valid point.

Ugh, I loathe packing.

"Right. If you'd like to bring a back pack and/or a carry on you are welcome to do so, otherwise you can just pack your bags and leave them in your living rooms. When you get picked up there will be a car for you to ride in, and a separate car for luggage. Then you will be transported to the airport, flying on our private jet," Nathan explains the logistics.

"Cool," Liam responds.

"Well, I guess that's all for now. I will see you guys tomorrow!" Nathan wraps up by shaking each of our hands, then opening the door for us to leave.

Louis' POV

The walk back to Harry's car is silent. It's not tense, but I can tell he's deep in thought.

He opens the car door for me like he did earlier, carefully shutting it once I'm in.

"You cold?" I ask him once he straps his seatbelt and starts the car. 

"Little," He answers. I turn the seat warmers on and the heat on our feet.

"What's on your mind?" I carefully ask, glancing over at his side profile.

God really took his time on him.

"I uh, had a fragmentary blackout moment," He speaks slowly, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

"Really?" I ask, assuming he remembers the kiss.

"Yeah. I remember the kiss," He states, no emotion behind his words.

"Oh," Is all I can manage to say.

"Yeah," He says, voice barely above a whisper.

"Are you mad?" I carefully ask, afraid to look at him so I keep my gaze straight ahead.

"No..." He begins, but I can tell there's more behind what he's saying.

"But?" I try to coax it out of him.

"I mean, you're um, involved so it can't happen again," He stammers a bit, as if the words were paining him to say.

"Right. Of course," I agree, feeling a pang in my chest.

The rest of the ride is silent besides the light whir of the engine. I really wish shit wasn't so fucking weird between us. Seeing him again has brought all of my past feelings to surface, he has no idea how bad I want him, need him actually.

I have to tell Mikayla. She is a great girl and everything but we were already struggling with establishing an emotional connection. Reconciling with Harry after all these years is just going to make it even harder. I don't love her. I tried to, but I couldn't give myself to her.

I've already given myself to someone.

Harry's POV

"I mean, you're um, involved so it can't happen again," the words feel like acid on my tongue.

"Right. Of course," He agrees, not looking in my direction.

Believe me, I don't want it to be this way. I would spend the rest of my life kissing him if I could, but I'm not going to get in between him and someone else. Clearly he's moved on and that's fine, but I'm not gonna be a home-wrecker or be lead on either.