The Love Letters (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 41

"Why are you that happy?", mum asks as I open the door, a wide smile on my face.

"Can't I just be happy?", I ask.

"Of course you can", she says. "But what happened?"

"Nothing, mum!" I roll my eyes, laughing, and run into my room. She follows me and asks: "Is it what I've been waiting for?"

"Oh my god, shut up!"

"Alright. But I've got one single question: where were you the afternoon and why are your lips swollen?"

I blush. "It's none of your business."

"Louis?"

"Get out of my room, mum!"

She laughs. "Mum knows everything." Then she finally leaves me alone. I smile, grab my pillow and hug it tightly, imagining that it's my... my what? We didn't agree on dating or something, we just kissed. Literally.

I decide to ask him. I grab my phone and call him. He takes the call immediately. "Hi, Harry!" He sounds happy, and bubbly.

"Hi, Lou. How are you?"

"We literally saw each other fifteen minutes ago."

"And? I care for you."

He laughs. Then he says: "Mum and Lottie love you. They want you to come over more often. Fizzy, Phoebe and Daisy are jealous because they didn't meet you."

At least his family likes me. "Well, you have to take me home more often, then."

"Maybe...", he mumbles, "I was a little ashamed, because I have that many siblings and because my room is messy and everything... and because Mark is homophobic and you are so proud."

"Don't worry, I can deal with that. I'm not that delicate."

"Yeah..."

I clear my throat. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something."

"It doesn't hurt to ask."

"Alright, so what are we, now?"

"Humans?"

"What?" I roll my eyes, "no, but like, more specific!"

"...Englishmen?

"Louis!"

"Alright, alright." He chuckles. "You tell me."

"... friends with bene-"

"You literally wrote me a song, we aren't friends."

"But we aren't in a relationship, either."

"Well, then let me take you to a date to change that."

"What?"

"I said what I said."

I hold my breath. I need a few seconds to progress that. "O- of course!"

I can hear him smiling through the phone. "Thank you, Harry. When are you free?"

"On every day but Wednesday and Saturday afternoon. I go to the psychologist on those days."

"Alright, I'll keep that in mind. What about... next Friday after school?"

I think about it. "Yeah, that should work."

"Amazing." He laughs excited. "We'll keep in touch until then, I guess."

"Yeah. I'm going to see you tomorrow at school, right?"

"Of course. I'll wait in front of your locker. Bye, Harold."

"Bye, honey." I hang up and my hand flies towards my mouth. Did I really just say that? On the other hand, I said it multiple times to him earlier when I sang the song. Still. I can't believe I'm that brave. I'm proud of myself. I did it.

You: bro I have to tell u something tomorrow

Zaynie: what's up

You: you'll find out darling

Zaynie: shut up

You: never

Zaynie: just tell me bro

You: patience is the key for everything

Zaynie: ??

Zaynie: wtf

You: hehehehehehehehehe

Zaynie: leave me alone now I'm with Theo

You: OH

You: WELL

You: HAVE FUN

You: I GUESS

Zayn doesn't reply anymore. I close the chat with him and search Leo's number. I feel like I should call him, or at least send him a text.

"Hello? Leo here", he says as he accepts the call.

"Hi Leo, it's me, Harry."

"Harry? Oh god, hi, how are you, are you feeling better?"

I smile. "I'm feeling amazing."

"Wow, does that mean what I think?"

"I'm pretty sure it does."

"Oh my god."

"I know, right?"

"Yeah! I'm so happy for you, Harry!"

"Yeah, I confessed today and I gave him flowers and everything, and we kissed a few times."

"That's so cool, Harry!"

"It is. I'm so happy." I swallow. "I also made appointments with a psychologist. She really helps me a lot."

"Great. Everything is going to be fine again."

"Absolutely!"

"Yeah."

"Thank you so much for having stayed by my side that day."

"No problem, I'd be cruel if I hadn't."

"You're right, but still. Thank you."

"No need to thank me." I hear something ruffling in the back. "Listen, I need to go, now, but I'm very proud of you. Bye, Harry, I wish you luck!"

"Bye, thank you!".

On that night, I fall asleep with a smile on my face.