Seven Minutes in Heaven [Larry Stylinson] {Completed}

Chapter Two

Louis' P.O.V.

Thud, thud, thud.

Pounded over and over in my ear.

Then I realized. It was Harry's heartbeat.

When I tried to sit up, his arms wrapped tighter around my waist.

"Stay....... longer........ leave..." Harry mumbled.

Well, only one way to get up, "Harry." I pushed down on his chest.

Mumbling.

"Harry?" I tickled his neck.

A grunt.

"Harry!!" I yelled.

He flipped. And when I say he flipped, I mean flipped me, off him.

"Ouch!!"

"Lou! I'm so sorry." Harry apologized immediately.

"S'okay." I said, rubbing my sore bum.

I looked at him, his green eyes filled with concern. His messy curls everywhere. He looks really attractive- What am I thinking?

"I'm attractive?" Harry asked batting his eyelashes.

Shit, did I say that out loud?

"Yes, you did." He laughed.

Damn it! 

"Cursing won't help you." He laughed even harder.

"Shut up. I'm hungry. What's on the menu Chef Harry?"

"Food."

"Thanks," I replied sarcastically, "Sounds appetizing."

"I know."

I followed him into the kitchen.

"Make me a sandwich?"

"Only because you're you." He sighed.

He started making it, anyway.

"Ta da." He shouted, plopping the sandwich on the plate in front of me. Almost killing me. I may or may not still be on edge from that movie.

"Thanks sexy." I said taking a bite.

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down in front of me, with his cup of tea.

"So what are we doing-"

My phone interrupted him. I reached into my pocket.

"Hel-"

"Louis, I need you and Harry to come to my office immediately." Simon said.

"Y-yes sir." I replied.

The line went dead.

"Well, time to visit uncle Simon." I sighed, eating the last of my sandwich.

We got into one of Harry's many cars.

"Do you think it's bad?" I asked nervously.

He glanced over at me, "I'm sure it isn't bad." He reached over, holding his hand out to me, palm up. I got the clue and slipped my hand in his. Harry squeezed it reassuringly, "We'll be fine."

I layed my head back, "If you say so."

"I do."

We rode the rest of the way, hand in hand. I expected it to be awkward, but it was comforting. 

Harry pulled into the parking lot. 

I became more and more uncomfortable. Harry must've noticed the clamminess of my hand, because he stared intently at me.