I wish I could...|| Larry Stylinson

Bus rides and short lies|| chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Oops!" Harry says as he drop his napkin from his plate of pizza.

"HI!!!!" Louis practically screams in Harry's ear.

"We get it!" Liam says clearly annoyed. "You pissed on each other when you met, but do you have to say that every. Single. Time. It's kind of over done. I'm sure Harry even gets annoyed by it."
"No!" Harry says faking being offended. " don't worry, I love it baby cakes, I won't let the mean man hurt you." Harry states jokingly pulling Louis in his arms hiding him from Liam.

Lunch in the cafeteria wasn't that good, but Harry was still mad Liam knocked his pizza over while trying to grab Louis.

Pizza was good, but Louis was better.
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Harry's pov:

I Waved bye to Liam as I walked behind Louis onto the bus taking us to our shared neighborhood, I pondered the day's events as I sat where I always sat on the bus the  back left window side with Louis taking a seat beside me (like he always does.) I realized that We both had nothing to do after We got home today and I turned to Louis.

"Want to come over?" I asked.

"Sure." Louis says Unenthusiastically.

I asked 'what's wrong' worried to the brim of my own collapse but trying not to show it.

"Nothing, just tired." Louis shrugged.

I could tell he was lying, I can always tell.

But I can tell he does want to talk about it. I'll drop It, for now.

"Ok, I'll text my mum!" I said smiling.

Of course she said yes Anne loved Louis and she couldn't possibly keep us from hanging out.

Almost as soon as the bus pulled up at my and Louis' stop Anne texted that Louis could come and could spend the night if he wanted.

Anne really was the best when it came to Louis.

'But Louis' Harry thought as they exited the bus he wasn't his normal self all happy and jumpy telling dirty jokes and "pretending" to be in a relationship with him.

'I really want to ask what was going on in that pretty little head of his.' Harry thought.

'Whoops not pretty, funny. Funny little head of his.'

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Louis' pov:

Me and Harry were walking to his house from the bus stop. And I just can't stop thinking about that hug from Harry I got when he "protected me" from Liam even though I can defend myself and I'm two years older than him.

It still felt nice.

But I kept wondering why it gave me butterflies. And why I lied. I would never lies to my hazza. Harry gives good hugs that's it yeah that must be it.

As Harry jiggled with his key trying to unlock the door he explained that his mum would be leaving for work soon and he didn't know what Gemma would be doing.

As Harry finally unlocked the door he saw the garage door open. It was Anne Harry's mum.

"Hey, Ms. Anne!" Louis said. (Anne told Louis to never to call her Mrs. Styles on his' and Harry's second sleep over.)

She said "don't Call me that." As Louis greeted her when him and his mum Johanna came through the door. "We've known each other too much for you to need to call me that."

"I know, you guys are close but Louis needs to work on his manners." Johanna said while put her hand on Louis shoulder.

"Ok how about this you call me miss Anne, until your manners are all worked on." She said with a smile.

And the name kind of stuck.

"Hey Louis, Harry. How was school?" Anne said.

Ha she put my name first I knew I was her favorite Louis thought take that Harry. As Anne told the boys the usual things like don't make a mess the moneys on the counter for food blah blah blah.

Meanwhile Louis was zoned out thinking of Harry. Well more of zoned out staring at Harry's head thinking about his curls. How the wind would brush up against them and how they curled just perfectly and looked so soft and how Louis just wanted to his hands in Harry's hair that's it and he didn't want to to be weird at all.

So he decided he was going to do it.
'He wanted to make it normal to touch Harry's hair (lol Harry's hair that rhymed) but how?'He thought

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