The Love Letters (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 14

"Dear W,

Louis is short. He's so tiny! I must admit, it's actually cute. But the only people that are shorter than him are the juniors. I understand that you want to defend him since you're his friend or something, however, this man is definitely not taller than 5'7.

But back then, he was taller than me, and since I liked tall men (I still do), too, it just fitted perfect.

I don't want to talk about what happened at the party right now, but, as I already said, I promise, if we meet, I'll tell you about it.

Even though your joke was shit, it made me laugh. Only because it's you, I guess. But thank you so much for trying to make me happy. Your letters light up my days, I swear.

-Harry xx

PS: A heart? A motherfucking heart?! You can't imagine how happy I am right now."

After I put the letter in W's locker, I see, just like last week, Louis and Niall walking by. But this time, Louis stops.

"Hi, Harold!"

"Hey, Louis, hi Niall."

"Oh my god, are you alright, you look ill", Niall exclaims. Louis boxes him. "What the fuck? Shut up!"

I laugh nervously. Has Louis told him anything? "No, Niall, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah." I look at Louis. He doesn't seem to feel bad or something, I doubt that he said something to Niall.

Louis puts his hand on my shoulder. "How are you?"

"Don't worry about me." I smile at him. "Oh, by the way, you're going to theatre class today, right?"

"Of course."

"Alright, good. I have to give you something."

"Yeah?" He chuckles. "What is it?"

"I won't tell you."

The bell rings. Louis waves at me. "I have to go. Bye!"

"Wait!" I grab his wrist and pull him back to me.

"What?" He bites his lip.

I pull him into a hug. At first, Louis doesn't move, but then he puts his arms around my back and  squeezes me tight. He even nuzzles his face into my neck. My legs become weak, so I move back. Louis' face turns red, he says "goodbye" a last time, then he and Niall walk away.

After school, I go to my locker to take the gift for Louis. Zayn is leaning on it.

"What the fuck are you doing here", I ask.

"I wanted to remind you to take the flowers and the chocolate."

"Oh my god, you're so dumb." I shake my head. "Zayn, I wouldn't be here if I had forgotten it, so you being here is completely unnecessary."

He rolls his eyes. "Bro, can't you just be grateful and say thank you? I didn't mean to make you  stuffy." He moves so that I can get to my locker. I take the flowers and the chocolate, then I close the locker and go with Zayn to the theatre class, without saying a word.

When we arrive, Louis doesn't notice us. He's sitting in a corner, alone, and doing something on his phone. "I'll join Alex and Jelena, yeah?"

I nod. "Alright. I'll give Louis his gift."

Zayn smiles. "Yeah... that's going to be so cute, I'll film it." Before I can forbid it, he's already gone. I shake my head and go to Louis. Then I sit down next to him. He's stalking some random lesbian couple on Instagram.

"Hi", I say. He jumps up, startled. "Oh my fucking god, Harry! You scared me!"

I laugh.

"No, fuck off you sneaky bastard!" Eyes widen, he puts his phone away. "Fuck you."

I nudge the tip of his nose with my finger. "I won't."

He blushes a little, then he pushes my finger away. "Alright, what did you want to give me, Harold?"

I smile. "Here!" I hold out the chocolate and the flowers to him. For a moment, he just looks at it. Then he takes it, with shaking hands, and looks at me.

"Why, Harry?"

"Because you're always so good to me, and you literally saved me on Saturday, you carried me the whole way home, you stayed with me, you helped my while I was throwing up and even in the shower! And like, we're not close friends or anything, so it's just so fucking abnormal that you do that. You're such a good person, Louis, and I honestly don't want to know what would've happened if you weren't there. I'm just so fucking grateful, and since I know that you like these flowers and chocolate from Cadbury's, my mum dared me to buy this." I chuckle. "Well, actually, it wasn't my mum's idea, it was mine. I thought about it for two days straight, and I just want to show you how I really feel."

For a long, awkward moment, the only thing Louis does is looking at me. I feel insecure. Doesn't he like it? Am I embarrassing? Does he think I like him or something and is pissed now? God, I hope that isn't the case.

"Louis, before it ge-"

He hugs me. He doesn't even let me speak, he just pulls me in the tightest hug ever, he practically wraps himself around me. His cute little nose touches my neck, and his hair tickles my ear. I immediately start to smile and put my arms around him. "Thank you so much", I whisper.

"Thank you", he replies, "I don't deserve you, you're literally the kindest person ever, I just want to, like, put you in my pocket and always carry you with me so that you can spread positivity."

"Uhm, thank you?"

"No problem." He clears his throat. "Alright. This might have sounded creepy."

"It does." I laugh. Louis giggles into my neck. When did he become that adorable?

When I pull away, Louis' fingertips rest on the back of my hands.

"Louis?"

"Hm?"

"Can I call you Lou?"

"Why would you do that?"

"Because it sounds cute, so it would fit you."

He chuckles. "If you want to. But I am not cute. I am strong and manly."

"You aren't. But that's nothing bad." You're just not my type but who cares anyway.

"I am! I must know it. You are cute, not me."

"Am I?"

"Of course you are! Who else would be cute if you weren't ?"

"You? Lucas?"

"I still don't know who the fuck that Lucas is."

"He literally used to be in theatre class!"

"He did?"

"Yeah! He was that tall, blonde boy with those amazing blue eyes. Also, he's Irish I think."

"You aren't talking about Niall, are you?"

"What? Of course not! Well, he's cute, too, but he wasn't in this class, was he?"

"You're right." Louis looks deep into my eyes. The blue of his eyes is just amazing, honestly. The colour fits-

"Louis? Harry?"

Louis and I turn around simultaneously, just like if he was my mirror. "Yeah?", we say together.

"We're waiting for you both, just like last time. C'mon, join us to start with the first exercises."

I nod, ashamed, but Louis just laughs cutely and puts his gift away. As we join the others, he says: "Again; thank you so much. You're an amazing person."