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IMPORTANT: usually I wouldn't do this, but everyone should know. I'm doing a recommendation! It's a story called 'it shows in every colour' by OliverRose, it's not Larry but it's fucking brilliant. She's only got a couple of readers, so it would be cool if you went and read. Plus she's my bestest friend and she incorporated me into it :D please go! But read this much needed update first, yeah?
Chapter seven
Louis POV
What. The fuck. Just happened. He kissed me? On the lips? On purpose? Happily?
I must be going mad. Completely utterly mad. I didn't finish my sandwich, or maybe I did but I don't remember eating it.
It was then that I heard music coming from upstairs. I'd somehow got from the kitchen to the lounge room, and was sitting on a couch extremely silently. Of course I was silent, I wasn't even sure what I was doing.
I looked towards the stairs, trying to make out the song. It sounded...strangely happy for Harry. I headed up the stairs. I was still scared of the staircase, but I learnt how to block out some of the memories.
As I reached the top, I could hear heavy beats that sounded very poppish. I neared his door cautiously, suddenly hearing two sets of voices singing, "YOU. MAKE. ME. FEEL LIKE IM LIVIN A. TEEN. AGE. DREAM."
I cracked up laughing, holding my stomach and leaning onto the closest thing, which unfortunately happened to be Harry's bedroom door, which he was opening to see what the racket was. I fell inwards, suddenly smelling a comforting smell of body wash and...something else unexplainable. It was comfy though. I snuggled a bit closer to it, feeling warmth. A husky voice interrupted my thoughts.
"You gonna get up, or..."
I realised that I was leaning heavily on Harry. Snugging into his chest. I bounced up.
"Ehm, sorry about that..." I said awkwardly.
"Oh, I didn't mind having you there. Just keep your laughter down a bit next time, yeh?" He said, and closed the door in my face.
I stood there for what must have been a very long time, because next thing it was getting dark outside.
I decided to go back to my room. Or ask Harry to make dinner. Or ask him to stop singing Katy Perry with that overly attractive voice of hi-
Wait a second.
He had?
There was no music at all coming from his room anymore.
There was no noise coming from his room anymore.
Maybe I should.....knock? Would he care? Would he not mind? I guess all that's left is to try it out right?
I lifted my right hand carefully, quietly knocking on the door a few times.
"Harry?" I whispered.
No answer.
"Harry?" I tried again, but louder.
"Fuck off." I heard him say.
"Are you okay?"
"Fuck off. You don't even care."
"Of course I do."
I heard him sigh.
"Look, Louis?! In my whole life, I've known two people who actually cared about me. Which are my mother, and my sister. I've known you for a couple of days. I don't think you care. So can you please just go away?" He said desperately, sounding almost on the verge of tears.
