°•Smol Bean Lou•° ( Larry Stylinson )

Chapter 26 (You have no idea Louis...)

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Nestor Walks out of the room along with his camera and tripod stand, leaving both the boys in awkward silence, closing the door behind him.

Harry wants to ask Louis what was all of that about, but Louis awkwardly starts to look around in the room as if trying to find something interesting to look at.

"Lou.."

"hm" Louis looks at his face for a fraction of a second and then back to the floor, "I'm sorry.."
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Harry takes a step forward, " Hey! Don't be sorry... I know you're like... jealous of my friendship with Nestor...?" Harry tells him, carefully gauging his reactions, but Louis was just staring down at his feet.

"There's nothing to be jealous of Lou, I promise" Harry had no idea why he needed to even explain this but he felt like Louis would drift away if he didn't clear this thing.

Anger brews inside Louis again, he is really letting go this time, isn't he?
'How can he be so oblivious??'

"Do you really think I'm just jealous of your friendship with him Harry?!" Louis spits through his gritted teeth as he looks up at him.

Harry frowns, taking a step back, but then he steps forward moving his hand up to hold Louis' shoulder, "Hey-"
but Louis swats his hand away roughly, making him flinch.

"I hate him Harry! I hate him!" Louis is shouting now, "I hate how you look at him all giddy, I hate how much he makes you happy and I can't, I hate how you say his name, I hate how only you take his side and defend him every time when other boys try to tell you how annoying he is!"

Harry stands there, too shocked to even speak anything, his eyes widened as he opens his mouth and then closes again.

Louis stops and stare into Harry's eyes, anger still running in his body, but his features change more into pleading ones,

"Why Harry? Why don't you see me? Why can't you see how much I like spending time with you? But you'd choose that prick over me every time! Why won't you just ... Just.. like me?" Louis cuts himself off as his voice cracks at the end, a tear escapes his eye and Harry is quick to react.

"Lou..." Harry reaches out cupping his cheek in one hand, wiping off the tear with thumb. He uses the other hand to to tilt Louis' chin up, to make him look into his eyes.

"You have no idea Louis.." He tells him in soft voice, with a small smile playing on his lips.
"You have no idea how happy you make me when I'm with you, And I do see you Louis... and I love spending time with you too Lou, you have no idea..." Louis stares into his eyes, his own still brimming with tears, but he intently listens.

"I just .. I had no idea that you thought like that about me and him Lou... He's just a friend who happens to like music as much as I do, that's it." Harry moves his hands cupping Louis' face with both hands, and steps closer, and Louis' breath hitches in the anticipation.

"You have no idea Louis, you can't imagine how many times I thought about telling you this..., how many nights I'd stay awake hoping that maybe you'd just as much as let me know, a hint maybe? And I'd tell you how much I like you Louis... I have for a long time now.. since that kiss..., that stupid dare, that made me fall for you I guess... Or was it the first time when I saw you In your wet hair? When me and Liam entered the room that day.. Or was it the day when we fell asleep talking all night... I don't really know Louis... But I did."

Now it was Louis' turn to be shocked. He's completely speechless, not believing the words coming out of his mouth. He wanted to confess his feelings to Harry but right now Harry is the one doing so, which is quite a surprise to him since he was positive that Harry didn't feel the same about him. He was ready for rejection but he just wanted to tell Harry.