Plants, Records & A Charity Event | larry Stylinson

Chapter 27

*There you go! Final chapter. Aaargh. So excited! Hope you enjoyed this story, please leave some comments.*

Somewhen after that murmur incident Louis must have fallen asleep. Harry wakes up, slowly opens his eyes and is meet with the worst headache he ever felt. It's like a bell ringing in his head, swinging from side to side. He has problems remembering anything about last night, hugged by the dark of his room he feels something warm on the other side of the bed. In that moment he realises that one of his arms is not laying on a pillow but a human body.

'Fuck. Who is that? What happend? I'm never drinking again...'

As he was about to softly wake up the stranger to throw him out of the room, he recognises some small details in their face.

'It's ... Louis? Oh shit... Brain- remember!'

He tries his best to remember how he ended up in his bed with Louis next to him. But he was way to drunk last night, there is no way he can come up with the timeline of the evening.
Deep in his thought he isn't aware of Louis moving and waking up as well.

"Hey, how you're feeling? How is your head?"

"Like shit... Ehm... Louis, why are you here?"

"Oh Ehm yeah...  I'm sorry... I'll get going now..."

"No! I mean that's not what I meant. Rather like, how did we end up here? Like why are you here at all?"

Harry's voice is more of a whisper, afraid that everything will go to shit if they speak louder again, all their worst moments ended in them screaming. Also his headache would not be quite fond of loud noises.

"You were utterly pissed and Niall convinced me to being you home and well, you asked me to stay and I was worried that you might get sick or need help so yeah... I stayed and here we are... Good morning."

"Omg! I am so sorry, I hope I was not the worst last night... I must confess I don't have that many memories..."

Harry is ashamed and it shows in his voice.

"It's alright. You were really shitfaced. You just wanted to talk to me but in the state you were in I think it would have been a shit idea. Also I mean I am still mad at you...for running away and all... "

Louis is now sitting on Harry's bed, ready to leave.

"Lou.. please. Wait. Can we please talk now? Please. I'm tired of not talking to you and I think we should have a proper talk about it all. And I'm not sure if I'm able to handle that without any alcohol in my body... I'm way too scared..."

"Alright. I'll make us a cuppa and bring you an aspirin and than we can talk, ok? But you'll talk first... I already said so much..."

He leaves the room before Harry was able to protest. He starts the kettle and puts peppermint tea bags in two cups. Taking a few deep breathes before he reenters Harry's bedroom.

'I can do this. I can do this. It's just Harry. I can get my heart fully broken by him and than move on. I can do this.'

He sets the cups on the nightstand, takes place on the bed, back resting against the headboard.

"Okay, so start. I'm all ears, luv."

Harry takes a sip from his cup to swallow the aspirin.

"I miss you, so freaking much, Louis. Like everyday, every second no matter what I'm doing you're constantly in my mind. Whenever something happens I just want to tell you. I was so nervous yesterday that I had shots with Nora before, that's why I was so drunk. I told her everything and it made me realize that it wasn't fake for me. Yes, in the beginning it was fake but after the date at Beachwood I started to have feelings for you. The way you filled in for me then and the way you stood up to Nick again after the match.... You're my knight in armour and I can't be without you. If you just want to be friends, that's alright as well. I rather have you as a friend than not at all. Our kiss on the gala was the best moment in my fucking life, I didn't care about anything else in that moment but I suddenly snapped out of it- i was afraid you just did it so Nick would see... That it wasn't real for you... I went to his afterwards. I wanted to see if I was right and I am. I kissed him and there was nothing. He means nothing anymore. That's why it hurt so much when he handed me your boxers. Because he was the one that had you... even if it was just for a night. But it wasn't pretending ... Not like we did... But I have no right to be jealous, we're not dating and you're obviously free to do what ever you want, and I know that."

Louis sits there, lips pressed together, looking at Harry who's eyes start to fill with tears.

"Okay I think I'm done with my monologue... "

"Okay, so as you know I care for you so much. And that did not change at all. It wasn't fake for me either. And that kiss ... It was all I ever wanted. And I wanted to talk to you about everything after the gala but before I was able you stormed off to see Nick. Which fucking hurts like shit. I knew that sleeping with Nick was shit, I hate myself enough for it. I didn't knew it was Nick, I was so pissed. And when I realized I wanted to slap myself. I wanted to tell you but I didn't knew how.... I punched Nick because he made some really inappropriate jokes about you to get to me and i just couldn't help myself but to protect you... And after the gala I also wanted to confess to you that I started to like you and that I can't keep on pretend dating you. Because I wanted to date you for real."

It's that moment Harry looks up, his eyes meeting Louis and a small smile is playing on his lip.

"Wanted?"
He asks afraid.

"Yeah... But it's still true..."

"I want that too, Lou. I have a proposition for you."

"Tell me, young Harold."

Louis smiles, it feels so good to talk to Harry again.

"Let's go out, on a real date. Not pretending. Not for Nick to see. Just for us. Talk about everything there is we have to talk about. I feel like so much happend in the past weeks... And I think my head can't take any more news right now before having a proper brekkie. I want to see where this can go."

Harry is a bit nervous, what if Louis does not want the same.

"That does sound marvellous. Maybe we can combine our first date and breakfast and just go to the Beachwood? I think Nora would appreciate it and I can scold her for making you drunk."

Louis smiles and Harry starts laughing, both seeing exactly the facette of the other that they adore most.

"Lou.. Can I kiss you again? And I promise I will not run away afterwards!"

"Good. I thought you never ask."

Their lips meet again, for the second time. But for the first time Harry has no desire of leaving. Of ever leaving. He wants to stay. Here. With Louis. 

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