Decisions (Larry Stylinson Fanfic) *ON HOLD SORRY*

"Right side of the wrong bed"

*Don't forget to ask questions for the interview thing**

Ed's POV (That's new!)

Me and Harry both stumbled up to his door, laughing and hanging off of each other for support. "Hey-Hey! You should go tell Louis the truth, mate." I slurred. "How.. bout nooo." He scoffed, pushing open the door. "Well, why not?"  He tried to take his shoes off without falling over. I tried the same, ending up with the same result.

Our asses on the floor giggling like hell. Until Louis walked in. "Oh shit.." Harry laughed.

Louis scoffed, "Its late." Louis said coldly. "I-its my fault, mate."

"We, uh, sorry.." Harry interrupted. "It's fine. Go to bed before you wake up my kids." Louis turned on his heel & walked down the hall. Me and Harry both started giggling quietly. "God, He's like your angry wife for being home late from work!"

We both laughed quietly. "I wish.." Harry mumbled quietly . I don't think I was supposed to hear it but I did. I stumbled over to the couch. I layed down. I pulled the blanket draped on the back over myself as a yawn escaped my mouth. "You go to bed, dude. I'm gonna go apologize to Lou.." Harry pushed himself off the floor and stumbled a few feet. "For what?"

"For being... late? Drunk? I don't know!" He laughed and stumbled the rest of the way to Louis' room.

I drifted off to a drunken sleep.

Harry's POV *Just wanted to say sorry for the wait! *

I stood in front of Louis' door for a good 3 minutes before my knuckles even touched the wood.

And the only reason they touched it was because I was getting dizzy and fell on the door. I heard some shuffling in the room before Louis opened it, giving me enough time to straiten myself up and fix my hair.

"Harry? What do you want?" Louis asked. "I, uh, I want to apolooogiiizeee?" I chuckled, leaning on the door frame for support. "What for you dumb ass?" He chuckled. "Um.. waking you up?" he shook his head. "Being drunk?" He shook his head again. "Coming home... with Ed?" He shook his head again.

"Coming home drunk!" I shouted in victory. "Shut up! Yes! That's why you're sorry."

"I am sorry for coming home drunk." I smiled wide. "Get in here and go to bed you goof." Louis smiled.

"Am I not supposed to sleep in my bed?" I asked. "Y-You can, but I don't think you would make it to your ow-own bed. Get in." Louis stuttered.  "Oookkaayyy!" I laughed, stripping down to my boxers and jumping towards the bed, like a belly flop! "Eaaaggllee!" (Scrubs(; One of my favorite shows!)

"Harry, shut up please." Louis said, climbing in himself. "Sowwwyyyy!" I smiled. "God, your more hyper than I am drunk!"

*Play song on side right now**

"Louis...?" I asked. "Yeah, Harry?"

"I think... I think I love you, Lou Bear." He smiled at me, "I love you too Hazza." I groaned, "Well I love you, but I love you Lou." I drew lines on the pillow.

"Your such a weird drunk. I love you too Harry." He chuckled. "No! Louuuiiisss, I Love You!"

"I don't get it, I keep saying I love you too, Harry." I looked at the pillow a moment more. I was too drunk to be around Louis.

I was going to regret this. This is going to end badly.

Its going to end our friendship.

Its going to ruin the bands rep.

Its going to ruin the band all together

Its going to ruin everything!

Just do it, Harry. It's what you want. Its probably what Louis wants too. You know you love him, aren't you supposed to show your love for the people you love? Do it, Harry. Do it.

A small voice started echoing through my brain.

Maybe it was right... Maybe I should. It was right, after all. You're supposed to show the people you love how much you love them. So show him. Do it.

"..Harry? Are you ok?" Louis looked over to me, shifting under the covers. I scooted closer to him. "Louis.. I love you." I searched his face until my eyes fell upon his precious lips. "Not again.. I love you too Harry."

"Ugghhh!" I groaned, flailing my arms. "Can't you see it?" I grumbled. "No... Its dark in here. I can barely see you." he laughed.

"Fine, i'll show you." I scooted as close to him as i could, One hand pulled his neck closer to me, the other found its way to his waist. "Louis. I love youuu!" Before he could do anything I pulled him close and crashed my lips to his. I pushed everything I felt for the older boy into the kiss.

It didn't take long before he knew what was going on, and surprisingly, my drunk self found his lips moving with mine. It was better than any kiss i'd ever had with a girl. Definitely better.

He had some emotion in it, I wasn't sure what. I pulled away, gasping for a breath. "I love you." I said, finding a small tear in my eye. he sat speechless for a few minutes. I couldn't take it. the silence.

I rolled out of his blankets. Out of his warmth. His heart. His arms. His lips. Him. I snatched my shirt and pants off the floor and stumbled down the hallway. I needed to sober up immediately, I ran to the bathroom and splashed my face with water. I grabbed a warm jacket, my phone and passed a passed out Ed on the couch on my way to the door.

Louis hadn't come after me. He didn' tell me to stop and come back. He never said I Love You back. I shut the door behind me before walking out into the cold London air.

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Okay. Bye!

~Arien.