Louis Tomlinson
"Hey, H?" I say quietly
He turns his head. We're currently in the back-back of the van. Just sitting crisscross, waiting for the vehicle to stop so we can go into the hotel.
"Reach over and ask for me a smoke, would you? I would, but, I'm too short."
He nods, though doesn't look like he wants to, then reaches over the seats and taps Zayn. A second later, he sits back down right with a cigarette and a lighter.
"Bad for you" he mumbles as he hands it over
"I know" I simply say as I put it in my mouth and flick the lighter on. He watches carefully. I take a few drags then look up and meet his eyes.
I hold it out, towards him, offering.
"Won't tell nobody" I promise
He nods and takes it from my fingers. He takes a small puff then hands it back. His face mellows as he blows it out. I'm the only one who knows, he only ever takes one little puff just for the taste, really, then hands it back. We just don't talk about it.
Finally, the van stops. Liam and Naill get out first. Zayn follows, just to get in another car to go see his girlfriend, then H and I get out of the back. Fans scream when they see us. Yes, they have now figured out where our hotel it. Great.
I show a couple waves and soft smiles... then I catch sight of a sign. A sign that says: 'Larry Stylinson is real! Don't deny it! We know!'
I tap Harry's arm to get his attention then point to it. Fans hold it up higher so he can read it too. He just grins and goes walking towards them. I stay put. Frozen. He talks to them for a second and they all cheer and clap. He gives high-fives and side hugs then walks over and wraps an arm around my lower back.
I lean into him, Like I always do, it's just instinct at this point.
"What'd you say to them?" I lean up to his ear and ask
"Just told them how much I love you" He shrugs....as if that is no fucking big deal?
"I love you too" I say, my lips practically touching his ear. I'm on my tiptoes.
Suddenly someone says, "YOU'RE SO SHORT, IT'S CUTE!"
I grin and look over.
"I am not short" I laugh
Suddenly, Harry scoops me up. With all his strength, He almost tosses me into the air to get me on his shoulders.
How the fuck does this scrawny boy lift me to his shoulders? No clue. But he did.
I set my hands on his head and laugh nervously.
"BITCH YOU BETTER NOT DROP ME" I shout as he starts walking in circles, just showing off for the fans.
There are probably 80 people. Meaning 80 phones. Hundreds of videos and pictures being taken.
YOU ARE READING
How do I tell him? ~ L.S
FanfictionBest friends since the beginning. Biggest boy band in the world. Falling in love. Kept secrets and angry fans. Does love last? Is it even love? Can one tell the other?