You're My Favorite Maybe (Larry Stylinson)

Screaming, Crying, and Laughing Hysterically

Louis POV

'How did I get myself into this situation?' I think to myself as I look around at the three people sitting around me, three people I would have never dreamed of hanging out with ever let alone at a party. 

Me and Niall were sitting on the floor talking about footie practice when we got interrupted by a very familiar looking girl asking to join us, which I would have been fine with but then I noticed who else was with her; Harry fucking Styles. I wanted to say no, I wanted to tell them both to fuck off simply because I didn't want to have to deal with the awkwardness that was destined to happen if I agreed. Just as I opened my mouth to turn them down Niall cut me off and pushed me over so they had room to sit with us. I knew as soon as Niall made eye contact with me that he had a crush on this girl and I honestly don't blame him she's very good looking and if she wasn't friends with Harry I would gladly be his wingman. However, she is friends with Harry and I just don't think I am mentally stable enough to pretend that everything is normal to help Niall out. So, instead I just sit here with Harry on the left side of me and Niall on the right. 

It's been 20 minutes since they first sat down and if I was actually paying attention I could tell you this girl's whole life story simply because Niall hasn't stopped asking her questions since she sat down next to him. Which is great for Niall but the only time that I really paid any real attention to what she was saying was when she told Niall that her name is Gabby and she met Harry in high school the same year that mine and Harry's lives were ruined. Which means that she most likely knows everything, how convenient. 

"Hey do you two want to come too?" Niall asks breaking my train of thought as he and Gabby stand up

"Where are you going?" Harry questions, in that stupidly deep voice, which I pettily roll my eyes at 

"Were going to go get some pizza and probably drive around town for awhile." Gabby answers this time and that's when I notice Niall's arm around her waist and I realize why they are actually leaving. 

"Nah mate me and Harry will stay here, you two be safe though." I reply with a wink 

Niall rolls his eyes at that but mouths a "Thank you" to me while Gabby gives Harry a hug goodbye, most likely asking him if he will be okay with me if she leaves. Harry gives her a slight nod as her and Niall walk through the crowd and towards the door and that's when I realize that I fucked up. I was doing everything in my power for the past two weeks to avoid Harry so I wouldn't have to figure out everything that has been happening recently. Yet here I am, with Harry, sitting on the floor, at a party. I could leave now and continue to avoid him or I could sit here and make awkward small talk until we both decide to just have the conversation that we needed to have years ago.  

"You can leave now." Harry mumbles as he lets his legs strech out in front of him

"What makes you think I want to leave?" I question and if it wasn't for the way that his breath catches I would have thought that he didn't hear what I said 

"Why are you doing this?"

"Doing what Harry?"

"This," He gestures between us "Why do you keep doing this? One minute you hate me so much you won't even look at me and the next you're asking why I would think that you don't want to hang out with me." 

"I-I don't know. I don't know anything anymore Harry, ever since that day in the parking lot I haven't been sure of anything. I don't know why I do the things I do, or say the things I say, hell I don't even know why I feel the things I feel." I admit to him with a long sigh slightly dropping my head until Harry starts talking again

"You know I really want to tell you that it's your own fucking fault that you are going through all of this, that you did it to yourself..." I go to interrupt him to argue with him over what he just said but he holds up his hand, silently asking me to wait until he's finished. So, I close my mouth and nod for him to continue. "I really want to tell you those things but I won't because I know that it's just as much my fault as it is yours, now you can argue with me all you want Louis but you know just as much as I do that we are both to blame." He's right and I know that he's right I just really hate to admit it and I know that is part of my problem. So instead of arguing I put my head down and give him a slight nod showing him that I agree without having to actually say it. 

Harry's POV

I can't believe he's not arguing with me right now, I expected him to yell at me, to make an unnecessary scene. Instead he is still sitting next to me, head down, hair in his face, nodding to let me know that he agrees with me. I would feel a lot better if he would have said it out loud but I will take what I can get because even this is a huge step forward from what he would have done a month ago. I'm honestly really impressed. 

I sit here waiting for him to say something not wanting to push him when he looks up again making eye contact with me for the first time since I saw him in the hallway that day two weeks ago. My breath catches as I see the tears that are gathering in his eyes and I realize that I need to get him out of here before he starts sobbing in this room full of people. 

"Come on" I say standing up and holding my arm out to help him up. I notice the war that is going on behind his eyes while he tries to decide if he should take my hand and go with me or stay here and cry in the middle of the living room. He finally takes my hand letting go as soon as he was standing but not before I felt the familiar tingle that I used to get all those years ago. I start to smile thinking of it but I quickly remind myself that the Louis that are attached to those memories is not the same Louis that is standing next to me right now waiting for me to tell him where we're going. I finally push away all my thoughts when I make eye contact with Louis again and see a tear slip down his face and get reminded why I even started having those thoughts anyway. 

"Do you have everything you came here with?" I question while I check my jeans for my phone, wallet, and keys. He mumbles a 'yes' after he checks for his things as well. I give him a nod and then start to make my way towards the door checking behind me multiple times to make sure that he is still following me until we finally make it outside. I look around and take in everyone that is out here to make sure that there's no one sober enough to remember if they see me and Louis leave together. Once I decide everyone is too drunk to remember anything from tonight I make my way towards my car. I open my door and wait for Louis to join me. When he doesn't I roll down the passenger side window and lean over to talk to him.

"Get in Lou." I say gently with a slight smile hoping it would calm him down enough to actually join me. I guess it worked because he opens the door and gets in. 

"Where are we going?" 

"We are going to go get some ice cream."

"And then where are we going?"

"Somewhere we can eat said ice cream and cry if we need to." 

"What if I don't want to cry?"

"Well it's your lucky day because you can scream there too, or we can pick up some cheap glassware and you can break that, or you can just sit there lost in your thoughts until you can't stand it anymore and you start laughing hysterically, the choice is yours." He laughs at that and I love it so so much and I love it even more that I was the one who caused it and that's when I realize that I haven't heard him or seen him laugh this hard in years. That's when I vow to make him laugh like this as much as I can tonight just in case it's the last chance I get to do it.