Larry Stylinson - One Shots (boyxboy)

[7] (Not) A Mistake On Instagram

Okay, so did you see these pictures of Louis kissing another girl?
Fuck! I'm so confused!!!
I don't know if Modest! really did that, but who knows??

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Louis' POV

I don't know what to do! It is so late, but I can't sleep! Harry is out with a few friends and won't be back in the next thirty minutes and the other boys are not in London.

I go on Instagram and take a picture of me, pouting and laying on my couch in Harry's and mine shared flat with only a t-shirt and boxers on. Happily that is not on the picture, because I guess the fans would freak out for nothing. I comment I am really bored... somebody give me a tip what to do? and post the picture, realizing that my last one was more than twenty weeks ago.

Only after a few minutes I have a few hundred comments and I scroll to see what my fans are writing. Aww is Harry not with you, Lou? and Ask Harry to do something. He knows what you like. ;) and Is your boyfriend not at home?

I groan loudly, because honestly? Can't they just let me alone with their shit? Harry and me are not together! I have to admit, that we did act a bit like a couple, but we are just best friends! It was only a joke!

I scroll through the other comments and find a few like I love you so much, Louis! You are my sunshine and I am so happy, that I can at least see you on pictures! Thank you that you were always there for me when I needed you. I wouldn't be me without you! I smile, because comments like these always make my day and I am so happy that people actually think that I am beautiful and a great person. After a bit more looking I see Hey Lou, you wanna come to my insta page? You won't regret it, I promise. I smile, because this fan doesn't seem so... so fangirly.

So I decide take a look at the page for a bit and find one with cool edits of our tattoos or something like that. I scroll through that account and see a picture of Harry laying in my arms, with his head on my chest and his arms wrapped around my stomach, eyes closed, while I look into the camera with a stretched arm, taking the selfie.

I smile at this picture, because it does look really cute, even though we aren't a couple. I bite my lip and can't stop wishing that Harry would be like that again. That he would always cuddle with me. That he would hug me more than other people, that he would kiss my cheeks so often, that he would always be there for me.. that he would be him.

He has changed the last few years. We are still best friends, but he is distanced. I think these gay-rumors must be hard for him. He often had girlfriends and it is really crazy that there are so many people thinking of him being gay. But I have to say that he did never really seem happy with one of his girlfriends.

He would always be happier when only me and him would hang out or watch a movie or just cuddle in bed.

I shake my head to get rid of these confusing thoughts and continue scrolling down. After a while I see two guys making out in one picture. No wait! It's us! Me and Harry!

How is that possible?! We never kissed! How can they- OH! It's photoshop! Really good photoshop. I looks closer to see that his nose is, like, in my cheek. I chuckle a bit, but when I look at that picture I honestly think it looks kind of hot.

But I quickly blink with my eyes and continue scrolling. What did I just think?! What would happen if Harry found out that I found a picture of us snogging hot? He would probably think that I am disgusting! I shudder at the thought.

When I look at my screen again my eyes widen. This picture is photoshopped again. Me and Harry again. Making out again. But more. I swallow hard before I feel my pants tightened. I can't get hard because of this, can I? I can't get a boner because of a photo of me and Harry... of Harry laying on top of me, naked, with his knees on each side of my waist and his hands cupping my cheeks, while kissing me. My arms are around his neck, pulling him closer to me.

I swallow hard, before continue scrolling, but the next picture is not better. It is another one of us. Harry is sitting on a bed with his legs wide open while I am sitting on his lap, my legs wide open too. Harry's chest is bare, but I have a sweater on, but nothing else and neither Harry. Both of our eyes are closed and my hands are on his chest, while his are gripping my hips tightly.

I feel my breath quicken and my boxers tighten even more. I was never that hard because of a fucking picture!

Suddenly I feel somebody's breath on my neck and I jump. Because of the shock I let my smartphone fall on the ground next to the couch. When I want to take it again I can see Harry, who scared me like hell, already having it in his hands.

"N-no. Please! Please don't looks at it! Harry please!" I beg while I feel tears building up in my eyes. That was it! Our friendship is officially over. Harry will be so disgusted and he will definitely hate me.

I wrap my arms around my legs, which are pressed against my chest and lay my head on my knees, after seeing Harry staring at my mobile's screen in shock, with eyes widen and mouth hanging open. I close my eyes to stop the tears, but it doesn't help. Tears are streaming down my face, while I muffle my sobs into my knees.

Why did I have to open this page? Why the fuck did I do that? If I wouldn't have, then me and Harry would be still best friends! The owner of this page was so wrong, I regret it! I definitely do!

I feel a warm hand on my shoulder and I immediately look up to see Harry's worried, gorgeous green eyes. "I-I am so so-rry! I d-didn't want t-that! I di-dn't want to go o-on that p-age! P-please don't... h-hate me. H-harry I ne-ed you! D-don't h-hate me! I k-know you fi-ind this d-disgusting, but pl-" But before I can finish I am cut of by soft, pink lips pressed against mine and I widen my eyes to see that Harry's are closed.

I quickly close mine too and relax, when I feel Harry's hands caressing my cheeks and wiping away the tears. This is so abnormal! When somebody would've told me yesterday that I will kiss my best friend I would laugh. Hell- even if they told me a few hours ago I would've laughed!

But it feels so good! So incredible good and so much better than the kisses I already had! I move my hands to his curls and press him closer to me, before his hands grip my waist, picking me up and sitting me down in his lap.

We don't snog as in the picture. It's only an insecure, lovely kiss without tongue. Only lips moving against each other. I move my hands down to his shoulders and chest, gripping his pullover tightly, as saying that I don't want to lose him. Don't want him to let me go.

He seems to get the message and presses me closer to him, before pulling away from the kiss and leaning our foreheads together, whispering "Never, I'll never let you go."

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