Unwritten (Larry Stylinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 3

Harry and me have been talking for a while, a long while at that. We talk about our futures a lot. What we wanna do, our hopes and dreams and things. I remember one night, he wanted to lay under the stars with me. We cuddled for a long time, cars passed by and the people looked at us. Some were teenagers so they stopped and yelled "faggots" to our faces. We didn't care. I guess that's what love is, when you just love each other and not listen to the things other people tell you. Could I even say that I love him? Does he feel the same way? The questions could go on forever, but I know one thing. There's something about that boy that makes my stomach turn. The mention of his name makes me giggle. We've been really close lately. He's kissed me a lot of times, sometimes turning into a make out session. He'd take me behind the lockers and kiss me, sometimes in the middle of the hallway when no ones around. I think he's trying to keep us a secret, to be completely honest. I don't want to be a secret. I want to be out. But, I know how hard it is for someone to come out, so I'm not going to say anything to him. I think it'd be easier that way.

"Louis." My mum called, looking at her tablet screen, her glasses falling off her nose. "Yes, mum?" I smiled at her. "So how are you and that one boy, Harry, is it?" She tore her focus off the tablet and on to me, pushing her glasses more up her face. "We're great, mum." I smiled at her. She smiled back. "He messaged me on Facebook, he wants to know if he can come up today. Do you want him to come up, love?" I tried to hold back a squeal, which I succeeded at. Thank god I didn't squeal.
"Yes, please mum." She nodded typing 'yes' on her keyboard.

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I heard a knock on the door, I got up and ran as fast as I possibly could to it, before opening it I fixed my hair a bit, trying to act all casual, I opened it to find a bright eyed Harry at the door. He smiled at me, coming inside. "Hi, Lou Lou." He hugged me tightly, placing a kiss the the top of my head, his lips lingering there for a moment. "Hi, Haz Haz." I smiled, looking up at him. He is so much taller than I. There is inches of difference and it's so noticeable.

Harry picked me up, holding me up by my thighs. I wrapped my legs around his waist, my arms holding on to his shoulders. He kissed me lightly, teasingly biting my bottom lip tugging on it a bit. I felt my cheeks get warmer, and my pants get a bit tighter. I think he noticed, too. His lips tugged into a smirk, winking at me. "So cute, my little Lou Lou." He smiled.

He just called me his. I can't believe he just called me his. Oh my God. I am not calm. I smiled up at him, before he started kissing my jawline, nipping at the skin, making me let out a little moan. Just then mum came in, looking at us. Luckily, Harry wasn't kissing me then. So she didn't see too much. "There's pizza in the oven, are you guys ever gonna move away from the door?" Harry started walking to the stairs, thanking my mum for the pizza he hasn't even eaten yet. He walked up the stairs, still carrying me, going to my room. "Did I turn you on?" He teased, playing with my hair. I nodded slowly, biting my lip. "Poor babe, but now I know what turns you on." He winked at me, moving a hand to my bum, squeezing it lightly.