Larry Stylinson Oneshots

I was worried for no reason!

Author: Pigs_Can_Fly

Summary: “Two bros chilling in the pool five feet apart cause they’re not gay” There came an Irish voice. Only Niall would say such a thing. Harry? Gay? He wished. 

Or where Harry admits that he likes Louis by kissing him

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“Harreh! Where are you?” Louis yelled, looking through their apartment. It was quite big. Well but, not big enough for five people. After the hiatus, they bought a apartment, and now all five of them live there. Of course, no one knows about that. 

“Harreh!” Louis yelled again, cursing under his breath when he got no reply. 

“Stop yelling, Louis. What do you want?” Niall asked, peeking his head through the door of his room. 

“Have you seen Harry?” Louis asked. 

“Did you check his room?” 

“Do I look like an idiot to you, Niall? Of course, I checked it. He wasn’t there.” Just when Louis was about to go, Zayn came, a towel around his shoulders, water dripping through his hair. 

“What’s wrong?” He asked after seeing Louis’s face.

“I can’t find Harry.” Louis sighed.

“He’s in the pool,” 

“Thanks, Z. I gotta go” He patted Zayn’s arm and, go to the pool.

Of course, he was in the pool. How could he not think about that? If Zayn didn’t come, he was sure he was gonna start a fight with Niall. He should try to keep his anger under control. But all his worries disappeared when he reached Harry.

“Hey, Lou!” Harry greeted him, smiling. His smile melted Louis’s heart. 

“Hey, Haz!” Louis smiled. 

“Come in,” He says. Louis got rid of his clothes and, jumps to the pool, splashing water everywhere. The pool wasn’t that deep. When they stand up, water reaches their shoulders. Well, to Louis’s shoulder anyway. Louis swims closer to Harry. 

“I was looking for you,” Louis said, looking at Harry.

“For what?” He asked. Right. For what? Why was he looking for Harry? 

“I don't remember” After a few seconds, Louis said, earning a little laugh from Harry. Louis smiled cheekily. 

“What are you doing here?” Why did he ask that? Oh god!

“Swimming silly,” Harry said, laughing. 

“I know that. Why are you alone?” Louis said, mentally facepalming for his dumbness.

“It was hot. I wanted to swim, and you guys were busy,” You’re hot Louis wanted to say. But he didn’t. 

“You could have asked me. I could have come,” Louis said. 

“It’s okay, Lou. Just a swim. Didn’t want to bother you.” Harry said honestly.

“You are not a bother, Haz” Louis said, looking directly at his eyes. Harry looked down. Was that blush on his cheeks? 

They were just chilling. The silence was really comfortable. That’s why Louis liked to be around Harry. 

“Two bros chilling in the pool five feet apart cause they’re not gay” There came an Irish voice. Only Niall would say such a thing. Harry? Gay? He wished. 

“Shut up, Nialler!” Louis yelled playfully. Niall just laughed and, jump to the pool. When Louis got no sound from Harry, he looked at him. His face was a cherry. The blush even reached his neck. 

“Now would you two please get out and go, because I really like to have the pool by myself” That little-

“Of course, we will.” Louis huffed. 

“Anything else, sir?” Harry asked, bowing his head. 

“No, but you should try calling Louis that next time” Niall winked, and Harry blushed again. 

“He’s just my friend, Niall,” Harry murmured low enough for Niall to hear. And ouch. That hurt. 

“Yeah, Nialler. We’re just friends. So get your hopes down” Louis smirked even though it hurt him to say that.

“Yeah yeah, whatever helps you sleep at night” Then he shooed them away. 

In the evening, the two of them decided to watch a movie. Niall didn't want to come as he was busy with his new guitar. Louis changed his mind about asking the other two as he heard the disturbing sounds which came through their door. When Harry brought popcorn, Louis put the movie. The Notebook. It was Harry’s favorite. 

Harry liked that movie very much. He always relaxed and, lean against Louis while watching a movie. But there was something off today. Harry was thinking. Thinking really hard, he didn’t even notice when Louis paused the movie and looked at him. 

“Alright, what’s wrong?” Louis asked, and Harry instantly came back to this world.

“What are you thinking, Harry?” 

“What do you mean? I was just watching the movie” Harry looked at the paused TV and blushed. 

“Come on, Harry, just tell me. What’s wrong?” He really wanted to help. What could be bothering Harry that much?

“Nothing Louis,” Harry said, not meeting his eyes.

“Harry,” Louis whined.

“Haz, look at me.” He said, taking Harry’s chin in his hand and turning him to his side. 

“What’s wrong?” He tried again. This time, instead of answering, Harry’s eyes filled with tears. One of them rolled down his cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry. Whatever it is, it’s alright, okay? Harry, you don’t have to hide things from me. I’m not gonna judge you. I won’t. Never” He hugged Harry, and Harry sobbed into his shoulder. 

“You can tell me anything, Harry. I’m your friend,” 

“That’s the problem, Louis!” Harry yelled, breaking away from him and looking dead in his eyes. 

“What do you mean?” Louis asked. Harry stared at him for a second, thinking hard. But then, Louis's lips were met with something. Harry was kissing him. Louis felt like he couldn't move. Harry suddenly pulled away. He looked at Louis with teary eyes. 

“I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have,” But Louis cut him off with a warm kiss. It was lovely. By the time they broke apart, they were breathless. 

“I really wanted to do that for a long time,” After a few minutes, Louis admitted.

“You did?” Harry asked, smiling so hard. 

“Of course, I did, you goose!” Louis laughed, ruffling Harry’s hair.

“I was worried for no reason!” Harry whined it made Louis even laugh. Their eyes locked. Both knew what they were thinking. Harry slowly leaned in. Louis grabbed his face. and closed the space, kissing him so hard.

“Well, well, well, I guess the two bros finally realized they were gay for each other” The smug tone of Niall broke them apart. Harry blushed at Niall’s words.

“Oh! Sod off Nialler!” Louis said, throwing a cushion at him.